Scoop survivor unsure of identity
I was removed from my parents along with three other siblings and placed in a foster home. My experience there was valuable and safe. I don’t want to detract from my foster parents’ care and love. I appreciate the values and life experience they gave me.
I did graduate from high school with a few bumps along the way and I did graduate from college with a diploma in child care. With my early foundation of love and support I became successful, according to society.
However, my origins are linked to my biological First Nations mom, grandparents and siblings. We have experienced emotional trauma that has integrated its threads into our lives. With that comes alcoholism, shame, confusion, identity crisis, loss of culture, bonding with my family, loss of language and violence passed down intergenerationally.
Counselling, addictions treatment and women’s shelters are in place to assist with healing. However, looking in the mirror there was fear, loneliness, confusion and a sense of “what is wrong with me?”
When I was in college in my mid-30s, I experienced an identity crisis. Was I white? Brown outside and white inside? We had a question to answer as an assignment: “What are your values and ethics?” That floored me. I had no clue.
The above is my experience as a ’60s Scoop survivor. We are on a personal journey of healing. It sometimes takes 10 years, 20 years or more for some people.
Kim Sampson, Edmonton