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I remember in school my sister (also adopted) took Home Ec Class, the part about babies and such came up. Everyone had to bring their baby books and pictures as a newborn. This was part of an assignment. Another part of the assignment was a questionnaire about your birth. Being adopted makes getting your birth details a little hard. My sister tried to tell the teacher that she could not do the assignment and then the teacher said she would then receive a failing grade for the assignment. My mom had to write a note to the teacher explaining that she was adopted, so she was unable to do the assignment. The teacher used this to teach the other students about adoption, but at the expense of my sister. Did everyone in the school need to know we were adopted? Our right to privacy was non-existent at this point. I refused to take Home Ec because of this. The teacher was a Christian and later ended up go to a church that we went to. I always had problems with the lady and thought she was very unkind.

What she did without thinking how it would affect us, was so wrong on so many different levels. To use a child’s past to teach a class without the thought of to the child you are exposing for all to see. I guess this is one thing that I did not get over as a child or least I still carry the scars. I remember being the talk of the lunchroom, you walk up people would stop talking or starting whispering. When someone decided to say something to you, it was some very hateful and mean. You hear things like, “You were so ugly that your mother gave you away? How stupid are you that your own mother did not love you? Your mother does not even know who your father is” all because a teacher used you as a lesson, it was unforgivable.


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