I am a classically trained musician, classical piano instructor, have owned and successfully ran my business for 9 years regardless of the curve-balls thrown at me.  I've lived with a modest, but comfortable income.  I volunteer and contribute to my community regularly and always have.  It's ingrained in my core being to contribute to the greater cause and help my fellows in society.   From my Maternal instinct, I know whole-hardheartedly that this is ingrained in my Son August as well.  I am a philanthropist through volunteerism.  I am an educator.  I believe that children really are the future, and I put everything I can into educating young minds.  I volunteer in a kitchen and give food out to the homeless twice a week in Downtown Detroit, Michigan.  I volunteer as an advocate for sexual violence victims.  I teach an inner city music theory program to children & families who do not have the monitary resources to gain a proper musical education.  I am no drug addict, no street runner, that's for sure.......  

This picture of me was taken a year ago today on June 4th 2017.  I gave birth to my Son just 5 days later. On June 9th, 2017, my beautiful Son August (Auggie) was born.  What a memory looking back. This wasn't the usual, 'Instructor Pleva's performing at her usual 'hoity toity' gigs.  It wasn't just a usual 'gig' for me.  It was a performance for a baby shower ironically.  That was a first for me, as I usually wouldn't accept a performance invitation like this.  My usual performances, 'gig's if I choose to take them on are usually gallery openings, exhibits, cocktail parties, etc.....  As you can see, I was a smaller pregnant woman, so no one at my performance was aware....  Well, until....  I spent my time that afternoon at another Woman’s celebration for her child coming into this world, ensuring everyone else aside from myself was okay as usual, thinking about how tragic it was that I wasn’t able to celebrate myself and my own child’s coming into this world the way I should be. All-the-while, I played ‘Suzie Sunshine’ as usual and slapped that smile on my face........

As usual, once I finished my performance, walked through the French Tudor doors for the host to introduce me for the applause. As she stated, “We applaud and thank Instructor Pleva for that beautiful performance”.... and everyone clapped as I made my bow.  As I turned to walk away, my pregnant belly showed. The crowd of about 90 people made a conjoined noise of shock and aw.... the host then said, AND! BABY PLEVA WOW!  The applause then commenced louder. That was the most celebration myself and my Son ever received for his getting ready to come into this world.  Today has been a rough day. This whole week is going to be, as my Son is not with me, in my arms where he belongs.  My Son was fraudulently adopted by narcissists under the false guise of a fraudulent adoption worker posing to be a 'licensed pregnancy therapist' - coercing and targeting me at 8 1/2 months pregnant.  All the cards were stacked against my Son and I, and I was completely oblivious, and unaware.  I assure anyone who is reading this, I am a very intellectual Woman; a fact-checker if you will.  What I could not find regardless of how thoroughly I tried?  Information on fraudulent adoptions.  And now here we are..... My Son and I are separated from each other, the abusive legacy of adoption corruption has repeated itself. 

​As mentioned, I was adopted by an infertile narcissistic abuser, and have lived my life in complete turmoil due to constantly dealing with the 'mommy dearest' female abuser that adopted me.  I didn't have a choice in the matter.  I was taken from my real Mother, and placed into the hands of a narcissistic abuser.  All always looked great to the outside world, as I played my part of 'Suzie Sunshine' as-if the abuse wasn't constantly happening in order to survive what I had to.  That was my way of life for 3 decades.  After 30+ years of dealing with the narcissistic abuser adopter and her compliant husband's constant and severe gas-lighting, psychological abuse, psychopathy; my Maternal instincts to keep my Son protected and away from these people kicked in.  Trying to get away from and escape the trappings of a narcissistic abuser is like trying to escape Scientology, the constant harassment, abuse by proxy, smear campaigns, stalking is VERY aggressive.  Try to imagine being an 8 1/2 month vulnerable pregnant Woman trying to handle all of the stalking and harassment, shaming and blaming for finally telling the truth about the abuse in your own life, while doing all you can to keep your unborn child's safety in-tact while you have absolutely NO support.  NONE.  This is what I was dealing with on a constant basis.  

In order to keep myself and my Son safe while pregnant, I cut off the narcissist abuser that adopted me, and told her and her co-dependent husband they were no longer allowed to be around me. They wouldn’t take NO for an answer, and continued to help themselves to me like I was a piece of meat/stalk and harass me.  To the outside world, 'societal norm', all would've looked 'just fine'.  As 'Suzie Sunshine' was 'just fine' wearing that smile on her face, and looking like all-was-well'. 'Suzie Sunshine' wasn't doing fine.  I was literally terrified for my Son. I had absolutely literally NO ONE to support me or help me. I consistently and continually reached out for aid/support , and was told I was 'over reacting' and I was dismissed.  I was introduced to a woman who posed herself to be a ‘licensed pregnancy therapist’. This woman is not licensed nor a therapist, she is a glorified baby broker who had me convinced that the only way to keep my unborn Son safe and away from my adopter abusers was to place him for adoption. This woman is now under official investigation with the Attorney General of Michigan due to what happened. 

Poof 💨. Just like that- within a 2 1/2 week time frame, my Son was gone. I was love bombed, I had been surrounded, these people had my baby, and I was discarded like a piece of trash 'birthing mechanism'. The people got what they wanted... My child.  My child was treated like an object.  And these people conned me into providing them with what they wanted to use to fill their unhealthy void.  When I started asking questions about what happened, and the legitimacy of the whole thing, and expressed my terror for my Sons safety, the gaslighting and harassment began.  It’s been a year of this. 

The female that adopted my Son is now busy playing 'fairy tales and rainbows' like she now has 'her' baby and that little false story had a happy ending.  This couldn’t be farther from the truth.   My Son's life has JUST started.  And because of these people, his life started on a lie.  This lady is now apparently writing a book about ‘HER’ adoption and infertility journey. That’s right, you heard that right. As if a person couldn’t use and abuse two other human beings (My Son and I) enough, this narcissistic abuser has taken it even further, this lady now plans to profit off of further exploiting myself and my Son and our tragedy by 'writing a book about it'. ​

Dear general public- if you would like to know what adoption is really like, and actually want to know the truth and reality... ASK THE EXPERTS.  Ask the person who was adopted.  Do NOT ask the person that adopted a child.  No matter how 'good' a person may seem if they adopted a child, no matter how 'good' their intentions are, they will never actually know the realities of what a life of being adopted is like.  Adoption was created to ensure that children that actually needed homes had them.  My Son in no-way-shape or form is a 'saved child', nor is he a child in need of a home.  He already has a stable, proper, loving Mother.  My Son August's Mother was coerced into fraudulent adoption under constant duress, and extreme pressure. 

Now let me make this clear.  There are good adoption stories.  There are good people in this world who adopt for the right reasons.  And to those people who are actually adopting for the proper fundamental reason of providing a child with a home when the child needs it, I say thank you.  However there are people who adopt children for their own wants and gain.  Let's get this straight, THIS IS ABUSE.  It is never okay to use another person(s) in order to fulfill a downfall or fault in your own life.  This is blatantly unethical and wrong.  

More often than I'd like to realize, the societal norm looks at people who adopt in a very blanketed and blind way.  "Aw, you adopted a child?  Your so great!".  This couldn't be farther from the truth.  It's important that society gets privy on all that adoption-land really is, and starts to look closer.  It can save future lives from having to deal with a life-time of abuse.  I state again, if you are unaware of what adoption is like, what people experience... DO NOT look to a person who adopted a child.  Look to the person that was adopted.  

It's EXTREMELY important that society is actually speaking with, asking questions about experiences, having healthy curiosity and looking to the expert- the 'ADOPTEE'.  As when you are an 'Adoptee', you are programmed to keep your head down, and consistently taught (generally) that you survive in life based on performance mode, as opposed to actually being able to live your life for yourself.  The 'Adoptee' was adopted; more times than not, to serve a purpose for other people's agenda's, and this can carry on for their life-spans unless others are aware of what has actually happened to them.  

Please everyone, keep Myself and my Son August in your hearts and minds this week. A Mother’s heart is broken as her Son was taken from her under false pretenses. It’s important that the societal norm is aware of how dangerous, life damaging, and tragic narcissistic abuse is- ESPECIALLY in adoption. This abuse may not be tangible, or easy to see, however- the effects on the victims are extremely obvious and telling.  Direct cause and effect.

Take it from me, an expert- THE ADOPTEE; If someone has suffered narcissistic abuse, especially in adoption, and musters up the courage to talk about it, reaches out for aid and support.... BELIEVE THEM. HELP THEM. Do NOT further make their situation worse.  If it makes you uncomfortable to hear what they are saying?  Turn in the other direction.  Do not waste the persons time.  ​

When I was pregnant with my Son, I used to take him to the Detroit Symphony Orchestra.  It was one of our regular things to do.  As strange as it may sound that I say I was 'taking my Son' to the orchestra, as I was pregnant with him.... My Son August was not only with me everywhere I went because I was pregnant with him, he was already destined to be here in this world.  When I say I used to 'take my Son to the orchestra', It wasn't just me sitting there in the seat taking the beautiful music in, it was my Son and I.  

SO HERE'S MY STORY IN A NUTSHELL
As I am sure many adopted people are aware, living your life being treated like you are a piece of meat becomes tiring.  Especially when you have the responsibility to pretend like your not being treated like a piece of meat and your 'so exited and thankful' for it.  When people force their own judgment on you, about what they think you are, and who you are as a person, you finally get fed up and say, ENOUGH.  It is never okay to treat another human being as though they are your property.  It is never okay to form your own entitled judgment about another person's character, when you have no understanding of who the person actually is.  

I've lived my whole life feeling like I was banging my head against a wall, constantly saying, "That's literally the complete opposite of my character, and who I really am as a person!".  Who's the expert on knowing who I am as a person?  ME.  I am.  I know myself to the core.  The people that adopted me constantly treated me like I was their property.  The massive control issues were suffocating.  It never mattered what I said, how I felt, what I did, if I was wronged or treated improperly/inappropriately- it was ALWAYS disregarded, dismissed and these people just helped themselves to violating my boundaries, and exploiting my privacy.  I knew at age 11 that I was going to have to fend for myself, and I had a job to do- my job was to 'play pretend' to survive.