Hello NN
I love you even though you are an annoying attention-whore.
What about this? A book written by an adoptive mother whose adopted son committed suicide. David Brodzinsky a psychologist specialising in adoption gives his view:
http://books.google.co.uk/books?id=X2tuqcVHGUwC&pg=PA58&lpg=PA58&dq=David+brodinsky&source=bl&ots=JQemDKEuk5&sig=zV0Jz_KXvxQRtvLoo-I_uY0lpcU&hl=en&sa=X&ei=qRxnUu2FNora0QXzj4CIAw&ved=0CBQQ6AEwAg
Andrew felt a bitterness absent in Sheila. It was Sheila who chose to find her birth mother and she felt a sense of completeness after they met. She showed an inner resilience even when faced with daunting adversity and had worked through her anger with June by the time of her death. This is not to deny that the figures are heartbreaking: female adoptees are four times more likely to commit suicide and boys three times more likely than a random adolescent. The problems inside no doubt build up over time to reveal a further shocking statistic: adoptees are fifteen times more likely to kill their parents than children living with their biological parents.
So had Jeremy's problems accrued.A Jeremy so vulnerable from his Gresham’s days that he couldn’t bear the thought of eight wasted years-the whole raison d’être of him being there was that he was special and in the monied classes being usurped by two boys who had now changed rooms and were sleeping in the bedroom on whose door was indelibly marked the sign “Jeremy’s Room”,whilst he himself had been pushed out to a labourer’s cottage for which he was made to feel beholden to his parents,that dwelling being a compromise arrangement between Jeremy agreeing to work at the Farm in return for leading his own social life and no longer under the parental authority which had been exercised over him all those years.
Those letters: a symptom of this insidious helplessness gushing forth to any individual willing to correspond to a convicted mass murderer,letters which may have been written similarly to Nevill and June in the early days as Jeremy endured yet another humdrum history lesson,letters which if only his parents had answered there might just have been a chance this whole story could have been averted:a ray of hope once again disappeared behind the clouds of June’s depression and Nevill’s work ethic as Jeremy yet again resigned himself to spend another uneventful Sunday in that bleak Norfolk outpost. No doubt many a disgruntled public schoolboy had wished the same fate on his school as occurred with the great fire in 1708 which destroyed Holt within the space of three hours,and which lay at the heart of Jeremy’s original plans for White House Farm at Christmas 1984,yet there would be no peace and goodwill to men as Jeremy’s evil plan was only postponed to a time when the Farm would be fully occupied at the height of Summer and the conflagration scheme shelved in favour of an equally horrific plan which even Jeremy himself had initially baulked at,yet which satisfied his desire for revenge as he honed his shooting skills gained whilst the form swots busied themselves with their exam preparation. Public school had its compensations after all as Jeremy pondered the future unshackled by the burden of expectation which had lain upon him for so long.
