Did you ever do this mini-skit as a child? All you need is one prop, a napkin.
Unfold the napkin and pinch it in the middle. It is now alternatively a mustache, a hair bow, and a bow tie. Now imagine a grainy sepia toned silent film with a railroad track as a backdrop.
Villain (napkin as mustache, fiendish voice): “You MUST pay the rent, you MUST pay the rent, you MUST pay the rent to-day!”
Victim (napkin as hair bow, high-pitched voice and wide, batting eyes): “I CAN’T pay the rent, I CAN’T pay the rent, I CAN’T pay the rent to-day.”
Villain: “You MUST pay the rent, you MUST pay the rent, you MUST pay the rent to-day!”
Victim: “I CAN’T pay the rent, I CAN’T pay the rent, I CAN’T pay the rent to-day.”
Hero (napkin as bow tie, Dudley-Do-Right voice): “I’ll pay the rent!”
Victim: “My hero!”
Villain: “Curses, foiled again!!”
Periodically, Adoption World erupts in full-out drama. One part of the adoption triad feels victimized, and people chime in to either identify, rescue or further persecute. Like an elastic band, the community is stretched to its limit. Some participants storm out of the discussion, some offer warm fuzzies, eventually the rift is healed and and feel-good games enjoy a fresh round of play.
Why do I always think of the Rent Drama Wheel during these eruptions?
The drama wheel consists of the villain, the victim, and the hero. None can exist without the others. It is the interplay among the three that keeps the wheel turning.
The adoption drama wheel is kept spinning by the drama among adoptive parents, firstparents, and people who were adopted.
We post and defend and attack and rant according to past hurts and traumas that stem from our position in the adoption triad that we are currently experiencing. But I submit that this drama is what perpetuates the drama! As each of us can heal, as each of us can truly put ourselves in the place of the others we oppose –- this is how to stop the drama and the trauma.
Perhaps we, in a cosmic sense, get to experience ALL parts of the triad. Perhaps to gain soul-level understanding of the Golden Rule (do unto others), we are actually in orbit with ourselves as we play out our stories. For example, if I am an adoptive mom experiencing problems with a firstmother not respecting boundaries, is it possible that in another dimension I am also this birth mother experiencing a rigid and fearful adoptive mother of my child? If I am an adoptee with torn loyalties between my two moms, could I also be (in other dimensions) the adoptive mom who still wishes with her whole heart that I were biologically hers? And the birth mom who was coerced into relinquishment and has never quite healed from the betrayal?
What if you occupied all three positions in your own adoption situation? How would it look from each? Seriously, spend some time here, if you can get yourself untrenched from your “known” position.
All the unhealed wounds perpetuate more wounds that we inflict on each other (ourselves). I propose, instead, that we each really try to walk in the shoes of our counterparts. Pretend that whatever we’re experiencing now is tied in with what we left unhealed from another play in another time or dimension.
We are our own victim. And villain. And hero. And each of us is in control of the speed and the very existence of the drama wheel.
The only part of the wheel that has no movement, no drama, is the center. If you want to get off the wheel, the only way I know of is to develop empathy and compassion for those in the other positions. To find the place of Unity, where there is no Other.