The worst part about being an adoptee is grieving

my loved one’s alongside people who will never be able to say,

“I miss them too.”

The worst thing about being an adoptee is

having to over-explain my loss so that it can be believed,

seen,

and honored by those who cannot relate.

The worst thing about being an adoptee,

is never being able to reminisce with our families, “remember when we…”

Memories lost before they had the chance to form, to be shared. 

My partner recently asked me why I love them,

I answered it’s because you listen to me, you believe me.

I know for them, this was not the answer they sought,

though for me, being believed can at times feel like the closest thing

to being understood.

I know I am not alone,

I know there are many other adoptees that understand.

I have community.

Though I wish that I didn’t have to explain my loss to

be believed, to receive the care that we all deserve

if we lost our

entire world.