Self-Loathing in Adoption (Guest Blogger Hishu Wea McGrady)

adoption fasd hishu Nov 25, 2020
Guest Blogger Hishu Wea McGrady, Student at U of M and Diagnosed FASD

I was formally adopted at 2 years of age and told I was adopted when I was approximately 8. I kept asking why I was darker than everyone else, why were my features different. I felt peculiar and separate and the time came where my adoptive mom couldn’t keep it from me any longer. The fact she told me I was adopted never changed my profound sense of not belonging, no matter how much she told me she loved me. I felt every single dissonant nuance of connection and communication between those in the adoptive family and me and anyone who knew I was adopted. It was like a nightmare. It wasn’t made any easier by the abuse and my extreme emotional breaks (now diagnosed FASD). In every practical sense, I was deduced to a troubled child, a troubled teenager and a troubled adult.

And that’s just the tip of the iceberg, lemme tell ya. I’m sure we adoptees could all write a book! So when asked about the...

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Thanksgiving Complexities (Guest Blogger Hishu Wea McGrady)

fasd hishu Nov 24, 2020
Guest Blogger Hishu Wea McGrady, Student at U of M and Diagnosed FASD

Rarely I hear people acknowledge the first “Thanksgiving” as a day the Puritans celebrated having survived their first winter in the “New World” in 1621, plundering and pillaging from the Wampanoag people for their food. The Plymouth colony had built a wall around their settlement to keep Indigenous people out and needless to say, that first unofficial “Thanksgiving” excluded Narragansett, Pequot and Wampanoag tribes. In fact, “Thanksgiving” had its first semi-official day of feast in celebration for the massacre of over 700 Pequot men, women, and children in where is now known as Mystic, Connecticut, in 1637. Afterward, year by year all of the colonies (13) would make this celebration an annual event. In 1789, President George Washington proclaimed it, 'National Day of Thanksgiving' and finally, in 1863, President Lincoln (by way of Sarah Josepha Hale) declared it a...

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We Are Still Here (Guest Blogger Hishu Wea McGrady)

fasd hishu Nov 23, 2020
Guest Blogger Hishu Wea McGrady, Student at U of M and Diagnosed FASD

My name is Hishu Wea McGrady. I am named after my great great great great grandmother, Hishu Wea. It is Hidatsa and in English is translated to Peppermint Woman. I am enrolled at Ft. Berthold, ND, Three Affiliated Tribes. Mandan (Nueta), Hidatsa and Arikara (Sahnish). My maternal grandmother was also Ft. Peck Assiniboine (Nakona) and Sioux (Dakota) and my biological father, Northern Cheyenne (Tsitsistas and So’taeo’o). My tribes have lived primarily in this northern area of Turtle Island for thousands of years. Suffice it to say, this is home. Born and currently living in Montana, I have also lived a bicoastal life. From Washington State to Pennsylvania and stops in-between, all have been learning experiences, various and unique. They have all left an indelible impact in the construct of how and who I am, to which I am so grateful for.

During my travels, I have met so many different Indigenous people...

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