I find it interesting how something related to my adoption can come up so randomly and make me feel at a loss for what to do. There are and will be many situations that I can give as examples.
I will always remember this particular instance that caught me off guard during middle school biology. We were learning about phenotypes and genotypes and making Punnett squares.
For an assignment, I had to go home and write down my parents’ traits. I was supposed to make my own punnett square, and the purpose was to show how you ended up with traits from your parents. Of course, the results didn’t match up for me.
What was more troublesome was how my teacher responded. Before the assignment, a girl in my class raised her hand and asked the teacher what I should do since I was adopted—I guess I wasn’t quick enough to speak up for myself. The teacher said I should just write down what my parents look like instead of making something up. Sure. Okay. Whatever. That was fine.
But then, the next day, we corrected the assignment in class, and everyone had someone else’s assignment. When I got mine back, I had points marked off. I went to the teacher and asked her about it, trying my best to describe my situation (she must have forgotten that my parents look different even though she’s met them quite a few times before). She looked at me funny and said that my traits should have matched up with my parents’ traits. I was dumbfounded and went back to my seat, holding back tears. It was like I was slapped in the face.
I didn’t let myself cry, thank goodness. Crying in front of others draws attention, and I didn’t want to blow up the situation. I told my parents at dinner that night. I can’t remember what we discussed, but I’m sure they helped me feel better. Sometime later, my teacher apologized, probably realizing my situation, but because it was such a frustrating event, I can’t forget that it happened.
I actually enjoy making Punnett squares. However, if they relate to me, I feel somewhat bitter about making them.