The Playhouse is not just for people who come from dysfunctional families. No, we are an all-inclusive clubhouse for anyone who might be just a bit off-center. How else could we explain the fact that I am the President of the Playhouse?
I have written often about being adopted. For those of you who need a little background, I spent the first nine months of my life in nine different foster homes. Evidently I had a month expiration date on me. J I was finally adopted by Dale LeRoy Holland and Evelyn Josephine Holland (O’Dowd) who evidently did not hear about the nine month rule and for whatever reason (I suspect love) kept me as their son until they died.
Being an adopted child is interesting to say the least. First you have that whole “I don’t look like anyone else” thing to deal with. Then you have that “I don’t act like anyone else” thing to deal with, and the “I don’t have the same emotional responses as anyone else” thing to also deal with. If you had stopped by one of our family picnics back in the 1950’s and you were asked to pick out the adopted kid, you would have immediately pointed at me. I was the one sitting under the tree reading a book while the rest of the family was drinking beer, laughing loudly and playing cards. I had no interest in group activities. I was the thinker while the rest of the family was comprised of doers. I was the shy one while everyone else was gregarious.
There is nothing “wrong” with any of that. It’s just the way it was, a sort of isolated existence that carried into my adult years…..just a little bit different. While in grade school (a Catholic school I might add) I was the one questioning why only Catholics went to heaven. I was the one suspended in eighth grade for starting a petition demanding that the church help disabled veterans. At a job I had while going to college I was the one who organized the workers to form a union of sorts and demand better working conditions….which of course led to me not having a job. I was the only member of my family who was against the Vietnam War, and I was the only one who thought that voting according to party was stupid. Oh, how my dad, a lifelong Democrat, loved that. LOL
The point of all this is that there are many of us out there who don’t quite fit in. Adopted or not, I have quite a few “brothers and sisters of the odd” who understand what I’m talking about. It took me a very long time to realize that there is nothing wrong with being different. In fact, there are many things right about it, for how boring would the world be if we all came out of the same cookie cutter?
Long live the oddballs of the world!