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I’ve been trying to understand why relationships have always been so difficult for me, and I’m wondering if anyone else has experienced something similar.
I was adopted at birth., my biological mom struggled with meth addiction. I was a secret pregnancy, yes, I was born addicted , she’d had three abortions before me, and she also tried to end the pregnancy but it was too late. I was eventually placed for adoption.
I was adopted into a financially stable family, but emotionally, things were complicated. My adoptive mom went through nine brain surgeries throughout my childhood, so she was often sick or recovering. Because of that, I was raised by a series of caregivers and babysitters. They became the people I felt safest with, but they would eventually leave. In a few cases, my adoptive mom even fired them after I accidentally called them “Mom” because they were the ones taking care of me every day.
I don’t remember a time when I didn’t feel alone. Even as a little kid, I always felt like the people I loved would eventually disappear. Every time I got attached to someone, they were gone. Looking back, I think that taught me that love isn’t permanent and that people always leave.
Now as an adult, I notice that I love too hard. I overgive in relationships because I just want to feel loved and chosen. At the same time, I’m constantly afraid the other person is going to leave me. It’s like I’m always waiting for the people I care about to walk away, and because of that, I’ve stayed in unhealthy relationships and accepted less than I deserved because I didn’t want to be alone. As a 23-year-old female, trying to figure herself out I need advice from other adoptees I’m in therapy now and trying to understand how much of this comes from adoption and my childhood experiences.
Has anyone else who was adopted, had unstable caregivers, or experienced a lot of separation as a child struggled with this? Did it affect your adult relationships? What helped you heal or build healthier attachments?

I’ve been trying to understand why relationships have always been so difficult for me, and I’m wondering if anyone else has experienced something similar.
I was adopted at birth. From what I’ve been told, my biological mom struggled with meth addiction. I was a secret pregnancy, she’d had three abortions before me, and she also tried to end the pregnancy but it was too late. I was eventually placed for adoption.
I was adopted into a financially stable family, but emotionally, things were complicated. My adoptive mom went through nine brain surgeries throughout my childhood, so she was often sick or recovering. And I never saw her growing up and my biological father was always working Because of that, I was raised by a series of caregivers and babysitters. They became the people I felt safest with, but they would eventually leave. In a few cases, my adoptive mom even fired them after I accidentally called them “Mom” because they were the ones taking care of me every day.
I don’t remember a time when I didn’t feel alone. Even as a little kid, I always felt like the people I loved would eventually disappear. Every time I got attached to someone, they were gone. Looking back, I think that taught me that love isn’t permanent and that people always leave.
Now as an adult, I notice that I love too hard. I overgive in relationships because I just want to feel loved and chosen. At the same time, I’m constantly afraid the other person is going to leave me. It’s like I’m always waiting for the people I care about to walk away, and because of that, I’ve stayed in unhealthy relationships and accepted less than I deserved because I didn’t want to be alone.
I’m in therapy now and trying to understand how much of this comes from adoption and my childhood experiences.
Has anyone else who was adopted, had unstable caregivers, or experienced a lot of separation as a child struggled with this? Did it affect your adult relationships? What helped you heal or build healthier attachments?

Hey everyone. I’m 23, 5’6”, and currently 190 lbs. and am about to start cagrilintide, and I’m also doing HOTWORX a few times a week. I’ve been eating mostly chicken, beef, rice, fruit, and protein smoothies. My goal is to get down to around 150 by the end of December. I know everyone responds differently, but I’m curious if that’s actually realistic or if I’m aiming too high.
For those of you who’ve used cagrilintide or have followed the research, how much did you lose in the first 6 months? What was your experience like? I’d love to hear both success stories and realistic expectations.

So today I found a literal rock at Goodwill with a $1.99 price tag on it. I laughed, took a picture, and posted it to r/Goodwill_Finds because I genuinely thought it was hilarious. That was literally the whole point of the post.
A little while later I got hit with a 3-day ban for “complaining about what’s being sold.”
I messaged the mods because I was honestly confused. I told them I wasn’t complaining about Goodwill, the employees, or even the price. I just thought it was funny that someone donated a rock.
The mod actually replied and said, “That’s my bad,” and told me they’d unban me because they had misunderstood my intent. They said they were still removing the post because the comments had gotten out of hand.
I replied that from what I saw, people were mostly just joking around. There were people making fake art names for the rock, acting like it belonged in a museum, and just having fun with it. Nobody was attacking employees or anything from what I saw.
Then I said something along the lines of, “Communities grow because people enjoy participating in them, not because they’re afraid of getting banned over harmless jokes.”
After that, the moderator completely changed their mind, told me I had “given myself away,” re-banned me, and muted me.
So now I’m sitting here wondering… am I actually missing something?
Would you honestly look at a post of a literal rock from Goodwill and think, “Yep, that’s someone whining about what Goodwill sells,” or would you just assume it was a dumb joke?
Because at this point I genuinely don’t know if I’m the crazy one.