"Adoption is life long journey of healing." —Deborah Jiang Stein Read More
I was once involved in a long-term relationship with an adoptee who knew the reason his mother of origin gave him up. I didn't realize it at the time, but the narrative of how he came to be up for adoption seemed to leave fingerprints over him as he formed his adult life. It wasn't prison, but I can imagine someone who was adopted because of a mother's incarceration might experience similar echoes.
I'll never forget the time babies in our prison started a riot. The guards never saw it coming. First, they threw flaming, loaded diapers. Then they started using nunchaku that they'd fashioned from Playtex bottles. Then they made Molotov cocktails from jars of Vaseline.
We finally subdued them with No More Tears gas. It wasn't pretty.
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Meredith Resnick, L.C.S.W., is a health writer and licensed social worker. She is also the mother of two adopted daughters.
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