Two things stood out for me from this article about a transracially adopted college athlete. First was his fear of hurting his adoptive parents:
As a child, finding his birth mother became a mission. He recalls breaking down in tears after school in the fourth grade because of upsetting remarks his classmates made about adoption.
“I was like, ‘I have to find her,’ ” he says. ” ‘I have to bring her to school.’ I wanted to prove to everybody that I knew who my mother was.”
He says he cried until midnight, and his mom wept with him as she consoled him. After that, he decided he would not cry again about it for fear of hurting his parents.
Second is the amount of abuse he endures at the age of twenty-two that centers around adoption.