Living Single: Choosing YOUr Happiness

Living Single: Choosing YOUr Happiness by Diniqua Bell

Lada: I asked my best friend to reflect on her experiences as a single woman. We've had so many conversations on our expectations, wants, needs, etc. I think a lot of women, especially ones deemed strong and goal oriented hear these things often and are expected to settle. With her dope insight, humor, and her dedication to her happiness, I had to get her to write up her thoughts on it in this piece. I hope yall enjoy =)

Lada: because your single, people assume your lonely or are willing to date anyone.. what do you say about that?

Definitely, Society over all expects you to be in a relationship or even a “situation-ship”. Many assume that being single is complete sadness, misery, anger and for me it’s the total opposite. I found myself while I am single. I got a sudden rush and eagerness to be a part of the world. Clearly that sounds quite extra some may think. But it’s the honest truth, I begin to love myself and want more for myself. I started to understand Life totally different I think in a relationship unknowingly some of us (women) begin to create life only with a person beside us and not a life based on OURSELVES. I hope you understand that. . So as a kid growing up you are watching movies centered on love and relationships. As soon as you hit middle school the quest to have a boyfriend is on 10 LOL. Being in a relationship is a cool thing, having a boyfriend is the thing to have and to keep him more than two month’s WELP you were getting married in the school yard. It is engrained in our heads that it is most important to claim someone and be “his girl”.

If you happen to be single more than six months to a year. People will assume you are desperate. They love hooking you up with the only single dude they know of. The most unthoughtful recommendations. You start questioning whether or not you look desperate on the outside because these people should know you well enough to KNOWWWW they played themselves LOL. It becomes a debate on what it is people feel you “need” to do in order to secure a man. Many times these people aren’t in relationships themselves or if they are not a relationship you would desire to be in. All in all the set up happens because people are comparing how they might be feeling if they were in your predicament. Being single isn’t a jail sentence and quite frankly I made the choice after a four year relationship. In my heart of hearts I seemed to know who I was without the person I begin to try and make a part of my dreams. The decision was a draining one and it hurt like hell to be honest with myself and give my mind what I knew it needed while my heart leaned more toward not hurting him. I chose me and living single has made my life flourish, my smile is bigger, my understanding of relationships is clearer and overall I have learned and reflected on a lot that has built who I am today. Being single is an important growth period every woman in life should assure they have. When single the focus is on you and what you like or dislike. It is a time to be selfish with yourself and the things that make you happy. I would not change the decision I made because within the last three years I have become solid and more sure of myself and my expectations and requirements once I jump back into the dating/ relationship world.

Lada: Reflections on how people think your standards are too high

My standards are very basic for me being women with her own life, money and self-respect. I think people believe that I must be willing to compromise and I am. I am willing to compromise on anything that will not make me lose my morals, my respect or who I am as a person. I have many conversations on what a guy “won’t do” or how as women we need to be willing to mold and help guide them. What I think is the most annoying and frustrating thing is as women we share advice and basically give the “okay” to treat these men that supposed to be MEN like they are our sons. Honestly I do not want kids and I’ll be damned if I am raising a grown man in hopes that he becomes the person I “want him to be”. My standards are basic and an honest, appreciative and respectful man will see that and over achieve it. If we as women especially black women had standards and kept them high than our results in dating and relationships

would be so much better. It is important to make men EARN you and EARNING you have nothing to do with money. It is our nature as Women to be nurturing and caring and “hold down” our men but quite frankly it’s very rare we receive the same work from them in these relationships. We never actually feel safe, secure or understood at all by these men that we choose to place in our lives but it we stood our ground and were comfortable being alone and being patient until he EARNED us than we would attend more weddings and less baby showers.

Lada: Why maintaining your standards are important?

If we do not maintain our standards we lose our selves immediately. We become the continued cycle we see in our families which is either single women OR women in content, miserable and non - beneficial relationships. It’s important to carry yourself as the prize you are. If you know your intentions and your heart is pure it is important that you do not belittle yourself to accept anything. You have to be okay knowing that it’s take time to find a man appreciative of the women that you are and it not being as easy for him that it might have been with other females. Make these men work for the love you’re capable of giving.

Lada: Any common dating trends that you disagree with?

I disagree with the new trend and joke behind a “sidepiece”

If you need a side of anything it must only contain food so you want Yams or collard greens? We watch these TV shows day in and day out praising the women who the man chooses not to claim as there girl and we watch the female be just fine with the situation. It shows a deep insecurity and just how much we empower and place men on a pedestal more than we do ourselves.

Another trend that grinds my gears is the way we as women agree to the circumstances men want. What I mean by this is the men in this generation refuse to be in a relationship but want relationship entitlement. They want to set rules and regulations, come around when they please and or just expect you to be available whenever they need. What do us as women do? Fall right in line just as they love to see happen. In the mind of a woman who doesn’t know herself or understand just why the situation will not change I would like to share that love and respect does not come with putting up with the most bull shit. Be certain of what you want and YOU call the shots, stop getting played and control your board the choice is yours from start to finish if you don’t let his penis, charisma or face distract you. No matter how cute you are and how fat your ass is these guys are never distracted enough to dismiss their plans with you.

Lada: Reflection on defining and maintaining your worth?

In order to maintain and define your worth you must have a self- love. You must be able to understand the person you are and be completely happy with whom you are. If this isn’t in place anyone can come in and alter the way you think and the things you take part in. If you have love for yourself there isn’t much that you will be willing to shift on. Be patient with finding love. A healthy and prosperous love is going to take you having alone time and understand there is NOTHING wrong with being picky when you know you aren’t the basic women. Be choosey,

Be Picky and assert yourself because you want a man the appreciates and isn’t intimidated by all that you are because all that you are RIGHT.

Sarah Harmatuk's interview on being adopted and what it means to overcome

Overcome. 

Overcome. (Oh-ver-khum) verb (used with object), overcame, overcome, overcoming. To get the better of in a struggle or conflict; conquer; defeat. To prevail over (opposition, a debility, temptations, etc.); surmount. To overpower or overwhelm in body or mind, as does liquor, a drug, exertion, or emotion. Overcome. (Oh-ver-khum) verb (used without object), overcame, overcome, overcoming. To gain the victory; win; conquer (Dictionary). Let me repeat the most important definition of overcome: To get the better of in a struggle or conflict; conquer; defeat, to gain the victory; win; conquer. Those were the only words I needed to hear. 

On any given day, there are nearly 428,000 children in foster care in the United States. In 2015, over 670,000 children spent time in U.S. foster care. On average, children remain in state care for nearly two years and six percent of children in foster care have languished there for five or more years. Despite the common perception that the majority of children in foster care are very young, the average age of kids in care is nearly 9. In 2015, more than half of children entering U.S. foster care were young people of color. While most children in foster care live in family settings, a substantial minority — 14 percent — live in institutions or group homes. In 2015, more than 62,000 children – whose mothers’ and fathers’ parental rights had been legally terminated – were waiting to be adopted. In 2015, more than 20,000 young people aged out of foster care without permanent families. Research has shown that those who leave care without being linked to forever families have a higher likelihood than youth in the general population to experience homelessness, unemployment and incarceration as adults. While states should work rapidly to find safe permanent homes for kids, on any given day children available for adoption have spent an average of nearly two years waiting to be adopted since their parental rights were terminated (Foster Care To Success).Why do these numbers hurt so much?  

According to the most recent research, less than 10 percent of foster youth graduate from college. 50 % of foster youth will complete high school by 18. 84% of 17-18 year old foster youth will want to go to college. However, only 20% of foster youth who graduated from high school will attend college and 2-9% of former foster youth will attain a bachelor’s degree (Foster Care To Success). So how did I become a statistic? On May 21st, 2017, I will become a part of the 2-9 percent.  

My mother’s parental rights were terminated three months after I was born. I was a ward of the state for 17 months. For 3 of these 17 months, I was a foster child. For the remaining 14 months, I awaited my adoption with a forever family. My adoption was finalized on April 17, 1997. Most people would think all of my problems would end there because I had a family. What was to come was nothing I could have prepared myself for. 

Unless adoption is something that you are talked to about, you don’t know about it until someone points it out. I remember being in elementary school and I pointed out my white brother to a classmate. “That’s not your brother” was the response. “That can’t be your brother. He’s white and you’re not”. What did that even mean? What was white in this context? White was a crayon color no one ever used, white was the color of the walls in the hallway and the snow that fell in December. “No. That’s Jack. That’s my big brother”. My first encounter with adoption. 

As I got older, it didn’t matter. No one cared, I didn’t care, it was never pointed out to me because I knew about it and so did my friends. It wasn’t until 6th grade when it was acknowledged again. “You dress like a white girl. You don’t have any gear” (If you don’t know what gear is, it’s a term referring to your clothes circa early 2000s. As a black youth who dressed “white” I didn’t have gear or the “appropriate clothes” for my "urban culture" I knew nothing about). This haunted me all school year. The same boy followed me around every day reminding me of how un-black I was. So at my elementary school, there was this stigma that if you were black, you were ghetto. You lived in the projects, you didn't care about school, you fought a lot and didn't care when they called your parents because they would come in and fight the teacher if need be. I didn't fit this stigma. I was calm, shy, pleasant and knew why I was at school and what I was there for and stuck to it. Everyone seemed to have a problem with that. How was I supposed to know this? My family was white, how were they supposed to know that was a standard I needed to live up to? There wasn’t. It was such a problem to everyone that I wasn’t "ghetto". I’m so sorry I couldn’t fit your expectation. My second encounter with adoption. 

This constant berating led to me on the path to private school, someplace where almost everyone was white and I thought I would feel like I fit in. I mean almost everyone. To this day I have never had a non-white teacher/professor. In my graduating class of 124, 8 of us were black. This was where I felt I belonged, or at least thought I did. My junior year of high school I finally asked about my adoption. My third encounter. I felt as though I was old enough. However, the whole situation was uncomfortable. My parents were and weren't on board with my inquiry. From the beginning my dad didn't seem to mind. My mom however didn't like to talk about it and wouldn't until I was 18 and no longer needed her signature to do it. So I gave gave up on that. On June 2nd, 2013, I became a statistic. I was a part of the 20% of American foster children, both current and former, to graduate high school. This wasn’t because my family was white and “white kids always graduate”, it was because I wanted to. Sometimes I think people forget that I do make my own decisions based on what I want for myself.  Now that I'm older, it still seems like it stings my mom a little and she always says for me to not get my hopes up because my mother may not want to meet me. I know she's just looking out for me but I'm willing to take the risk.

Freshman year of college, I had a period of worry about my health. I began to realize that I didn’t know my medical history, and this was my fourth and last encounter with adoption. I began to search for my birth mother through my state health department. Nothing. This was a result of my closed adoption. All information is a secret and kept a secret. I was able to get some non-identifying information and it made me hate my adoption for the first time. I learn that my mother was 22, one year older than I am now, only high school educated. My father, non-existent. He left the minute he found out she was pregnant. I’m a bastard, he’s what I now consider a sperm donor. You win some and you lose some. His loss.  

Knowing this made me angry. Angry at him, angry at my family, angry at the world. My behavior changed. Was this because of my angry or was the predisposed? I knew I needed to do something to better myself. The summer before junior year, someone who I thought was my best friend asked me why I was “hanging out with so many black people all of a sudden”, as if they didn’t realize that I was black too. I had finally reached my breaking point. I was tired of people thinking it was there job to point out my adoption or think it was ok to tell me that I was less than. My parents would never know but I even had teachers tell me that my background would limit my success. Limit my what? Never, I wouldn’t allow it. Junior year of college, I was diagnosed with anxiety and depression. Up to 80 percent of children in foster care have significant mental health issues, compared to approximately 18-22 percent of the general population. Specifically,  15.3 % of foster alumni have Major Depressive Episodes as compared to the 10.6% of the general adult population, 11.4% have Panic Disorder as compared to the 3.6% and 9.4% have Generalized Anxiety Disorder as compared to the 5.1%. At this time in my life, I figured this was all just a result of being adopted. I thought that because I knew, I was make these changes subconsciously, as if being adopted had anything to do with it. It may have and it may not have. 

Now that I am a senior, I began to take control of myself. I was re-diagnosed after months of still being unhappy and uncomfortable with myself and was labeled Bipolar I. I began to learn and understand that a lot of this has nothing to do with me as a person, I was predisposed. I’ve learned to take all of the pain I’ve felt and bottled and turn it into fuel for what I want to do with my future because I will be successful no matter what anyone else says. I’m going to graduate on May 21st, 2017 with a bachelor’s of science in Psychology and with a concentration in both general education grades 1-6 and special education grades 1-6. I will hopefully be attending Florida State University for my masters in early education in the fall. I am a part of the 2-6% of former foster youth to graduate with a bachelors and I couldn’t be prouder of myself. I couldn’t have done it without believing in myself and wanting more than just a foster kid label for myself. I have overcome.

Lada: I was so happy that Sarah decided to share this piece with us. This is such a powerful interview because for so many reasons. As an adopted child myself, it has really been eye opening and has made me realize that I too, have overcome. Thank you Sarah =)