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Reclaiming my mother tongue

Saying my Chinese (Cantonese) name.

我叫鍾敏儀. Ngo5 giu3 Chung Man Yee.

“I am called, Chung Man Yee.”

When I was born, I was given the name Chung Man Yee.

When I was adopted my name was changed. To Marly. I love this name, it is the name I grew up with. But the first three years of my life I was known by the Cantonese name, Man Yee. Now I reclaim my original name, not legally, but in my heart. I will always be Marly. But I am also, Man Yee.

I want to relearn my mother tongue. Cantonese (廣東話 gwong2 dung1 waa2) and am in the very early days of exploring the possibilities available for me to learn.

I tend to procrastinate on the things I want to do due to my energy levels. I could lay out all the reasons for not starting on this journey but at the root of it is a fear of not being able to succeed in this endeavour. Of not being able to speak the language and then not connecting with it. That’s part of it, but the truth is time is a big factor and also the many other activities I want to engage in.

I want to share my story through videos on TikTok, I want to write fanfiction, I want to listen to good music and I want to spend time with my friends. Or read a good book or play video games… I don’t have the discipline to sit and do something unless I have no choice. But because learning a new language is a choice… it’s hard to shift it to a need. Even though part of me feels that it is a need.

I do know it is something I will do. It’s just having the energy and time to do so. I have the tools at my disposal. So, that’s not the issue.

We’ll see where this journey goes.

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Birth Fathers

Is there a reason we fantasise more about birth fathers than birth mothers?

I think there is. Adoptees often have no information on their paternal history as often our mothers were not married or were even children themselves when they gave birth to us.

I know I sometimes had an idealised version of what my birth father might have been like.

But now as an adult I have even fictionalised my birth father in my roleplay with my online friend.

That’s a trauma response, right? 🙃

His name is Shen and he is a timekeeper because of course he is 😅.

He travels through time so he has no time to stay with my birth mother or have anything to do with me.

He knows about me though. Which is every adoptees wish, right? That our birth fathers know that we exist.

Also we kinda turned him into an asshole who doesn’t believe in messing with time… even though he tried to mess with our time.

So yeah.

Birth fathers. Amirite?

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Life

Life is all about discovering who we are. That’s the crux of it.

It isn’t about success, it isn’t about competition. Sure those things come into play, but what life really is, is a journey to discovering where we belong, who we want to be and who we are becoming.

Everything else is just the set in which we play this out.