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Shawna's avatar

I certainly experienced servitude. I was expected to vacuum and dust the entire house, clean both bathrooms from top to bottom which included cleaning the floors on my hands and knees, clean the basement stairs, clean the entryway on my hands and knees, shake out all the rugs outside, wash the sliding glass doors... I did this every Saturday. My adoptive mother told me I could watch Saturday morning cartoons if I got done in time. She always added more to my list so I never got done on time. So after I learned I will never watch Saturday morning cartoons, I spent most of my morning singing in the bathroom looking in the mirror. I was also expected to help with special chores like canning, chopping wood, picking all the fruit and vegetables. It wasn't much of a childhood looking back.

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EM's avatar

It's sad when kids are subjected to servitude without love. My adoptive parents adopted ONLY because they needed help. They also wanted a guarantee that the adopted person would care for them as both a child and adult, caring for aged parents because their natural son had developmental problems and couldn't care for them. When I turned 4 years old, I was expected to watch a diabetic parent for symptoms of insulin reaction and treat it. It was a terrifying childhood and included work way beyond what other kids my age did in their homes. It also was very abusive. My biological siblings were also removed from our family, and luckily, they had much kinder adoptive parents. My recent graphic memoir is Connecting Threads: Five Siblings Lost and Found.

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