05/27/2025
Adoption is a lifelong journey, not just a snapshot of time.
Letâs talk about adoption trauma.
Because someone asked a really good, honest question:
âIs it possible that some adoption trauma is learned later in lifeâtaught rather than felt? And does all trauma have to stem from adoption, or is that being overemphasized?â
Hereâs my response:
Trauma isnât about the event. Itâs about the impactâthe wound it leaves behind.
Two kids can go through the exact same experience and walk away carrying totally different stories in their bodies, in their bones, in their sense of self.
So noâadoption didnât cause the trauma.
But the separation did.
The loss did.
The unanswered questions did.
The disconnection, the confusion, the feeling of not belongingâthose are the things that root deep and bloom quietly over time.
And yes, itâs possible for someone to live a happy childhood and still later on discover that their body remembers things their mind never named.
Thatâs not faux trauma. Thatâs the brain protecting a child until theyâre old enough to process what happened.
And sometimes, when someone finally hears words like ârelational trauma,â or âambiguous loss,â or âdisenfranchised grief,â it doesnât plant new pain.
It names pain thatâs already been there, all along.
So is there a cultural shift toward validating peopleâs experiences of pain and loss?
Yesâand thank God for that.
Because for generations, adoptees were told to âbe grateful.â
To smile through the ache.
To ignore the empty spaces in their stories.
Now theyâre finally being given permission to feel what was always there.
Not because someone taught them to be a victimâ
But because they were never allowed to be human.
Adoption can be redemptive.
It can be safe and loving and beautiful.
But it only becomes holy when we stop demanding that children erase their grief for our comfort.
If a child grows up and later says,
âI had a good life, but I still carry pain,â
thatâs not manipulation.
Thatâs honesty.
Thatâs brave.
And we should listen.
Because trauma doesnât always scream.
Sometimes, it just whispers,
âSomethingâs missing.â