One Year Ago, a headstrong but vulnerable boy died at 14 during wilderness therapy in Utah's Unforgiving desert; How could a lonely, headstrong -- but ultimately terribly vulnerable -- boy end up at dead at 14 in Utah's unforgiving desert?
By Brooke Adams
The Salt Lake Tribune
Salt Lake Tribune
Since Round-Table Discussion About "The WOUND" and The Womb is going into all sorts of tangents, ranging from male-female antics in ATM handling to supposition and assumptions about what adoption is or should be. The latter I would like to discuss further in this thread, leaving our round-table discussion centered around the primal wound. The categorical gender generalizations assumed in ATM handling I see no need in further discussing, but I digress.
Ah well I've been on alt.adoption for nearly 10 years in various guises, been looking in there for 15, so I probably qualify on 'sick sense of humor' criteria to be here.
I've a little experience of children's homes way way back the age of 2 and that was a long long time ago. Getting access to records from organizations that were active in for want of better word, childcare, and adoption is what I have a bit of experience of as some of you've probably seen.
Ian, my oldest was named partly after a Scottish warrior, Ian Wallace. (William Wallace: Braveheart. Truth be told, it was the Mel Gibson movie that sold us!) But with Ian, the name holds true... the lad is a born warrior. Always has been, since birth. All shoulders and thighs, and fierce determination, with a heart of gold and sweetness that could bring tears to your eyes.
I love my boy, but he drives me crazy. Always did.
When he was little, he used to think he was a dinosaur.
My kids wanted to know more about my childhood... so I told them about the time I was in the bicentennial parade, dressed as Betsy Ross. My grandmother made the costume for me. At least I wasn't alone... I had my brother with me; he was dressed as Ben Franklin. We looked like dorks. I wore a hat, and held a flag, and he wore fake glasses and carried a kite. We sat on this huge float made of fake flowers because we were kids, and our dad made us, because our grandmother made the outfits.
Squidward: "Has anyone ever played an instrument before?"
*Patrick's hand goes up*
Patrick:" Is mayonnaise an instrument?"
Squidward: "No Patrick, mayonnaise is not an instrument."
*Patrick's hand goes up again*
Squidward: "No Patrick, horseradish is not an instrument either."
*Patrick's hand goes down*