Okay, so I know I’m harping, but sometimes this place is really just a sounding board for my own personal healing/growth but maybe just maybe there is someone else working through these issues and hopefully my questioning mind and need to diarize my life will help them deal with their demons too.

So as the news went crazy over the last few days (little did I know my post would go so viral…I wasn’t really thinking, just shooting straight from the hip in the moment lol) but people started sending me links of the various news stories being published and the one thing that got to me over and over again was Adro’s insistence that my reaction to his litany of egomaniacal fat bashing was simply, in his word’s, “Ajay’s victim mentality.”

This was a sentiment also echoed by another egotistical aggressive male I have had the “pleasure” of dealing with, the boxing coach on Excess Baggage, who constantly reminded me to not “play the victim” on a show I had genuinely gone on to publicly heal some of the very real scars I have received in my life in the hope of paving the way for others to do the same.…

The loneliness and alone-ness an adopted child feels cannot be explained nor understood by those who have grown up BELONGING, particularly when your “life story” you have been told over and over again is discovered to have been fictitious and unlawful. So many lives have been destroyed and lost by the forced and unlawful adoptions, my mother’s included. I didn’t believe the story she told me and I was angry and hurt and pushed her away in the short time I knew her, until she took her life, never living long enough to see her grandson, to see me become a mother or to hear her horrible story acknowledged as having actually happened.

It’s interesting that the drama of the last few days brought about a few comments that really pressed some buttons. I don’t mind you calling me “fat” or “massive”……I am right now, probably won’t be in the future and I am not the sum parts of my physical self. Anyone with any kind of intelligence can see that was NOT the point I was making. But there was one comment that really got under my skin. A certain “celebrity” trainer called my grief a “blame game” and “victim mentality” and suggested I simply #move on.…

I read a great quote as I was going to bed last night “Tomorrow is a new day & I will go into it thinking this: Nothing is impossible, the word itself says ‘I’m possible’!”

This morning I read over the many comments on Twitter and more importantly my Facebook page, blog and the thousands of emails I got (I will get back to you all), where people shared their thoughts and feelings more in depth about what went down yesterday and having slept on it I still feel as strongly as I did, especially after Adro later tagged me in a photo that said “Success is the best revenge”.

Let me tell you something I know all too well: Success is not solely measured by the size of your thighs, nor will my success be measured at any time in my life other than after my final breath and when I meet my maker. Only then will I happily and willingly allow myself to be judged by the only one who has the right to do so. You Adro, have no right to do so and only goes to prove the point I made yesterday about you trying to make yourself feel superior and others feel inferior and for more info on what constitutes cyberbullying you can check out my anti bullying page https://www.facebook.com/bullyingbitesTV.…

This is the second chapter of my new E-book on Aspergers coming out before Christmas and selling for less than $5. If you want to pre order it or know when it goes up on Amazon then email me preorderlovingaspergers@gmail.com

Part 2:
The light at the end of the tunnel

It was less than a week after the brown texta incident when serendipity stepped in and changed the course of our lives forever. In that short time we “survived”, or perhaps endured is a better word, the lumpy sock syndrome resolved by cutting the corners off all his pairs of socks, the scratchy shorts incident which was not resolved but ended in another afternoon sleep underneath the bed, the itchy sheets (no sleep till midnight), the utter devastation of realizing he had grown out of his favorite pair of shoes (that one resulted in five hours of crying and insisting on going bare foot for two whole days including at school which then resulted in him being sent home until he could wear shoes again), the “I no longer like long shorts” discovery resulting in finding all the legs of his shorts cut off and spread out over his bedroom floor, the all apples are poisoned apples (find a solution for that one!), the my room smells funny so I can’t go in there anymore phase, the I only eat food if it looks like a face statement, another brown texta except this time it was red and god knows how many more dilemmas we either overcame or that overcame us.…

It’s National Adoption Week in Australia and with many overdue parliamentary apologies to come for the Forced Adoptions in Australia it is a interesting time for a whole other group of adoptees, never before given a voice during this time.

For once, it’s not just about “saving little girl’s from China” or having a “Rainbow Family” a La Jolie, and don’t get me wrong, I have seen many of those stories turn out with happy endings and that is not my business…..MY business is addressing the shameful organized kidnapping of children from the 1950’s to the 1970’s and finally facing the damage done to the mothers and children who were victims of this organized crime, including myself.

I have been fighting for years and years to be heard over this issue. Ten years ago, after shooting the TV series Mum’s the Word on SBSTV I had a meeting with their head of programming. I shared my adoption story, talking about a whole new generation of stolen children, explaining that it hadn’t been restricted to the aboriginal culture and that there were many many stories to be told. I desperately wanted to make a documentary on this subject and shine a light on the hundreds and thousands of people affected by a government controlled “single mother cull”.…