Kayla Bourque redux

There has been a lot interesting comment on Kayla Bourque’s situation. Some of the comments I have received show a great deal of anger and misunderstanding of how our legal system works and the role personality disorders play in mental health. There are no easy answers in this type of situation however we must be mindful that fear and emotion do not drive the discussion.

Personality disorders fall on Axis II of the DSM. Wikipedia defines personality disorders as: “are a class of personality types and enduring behaviors associated with significant distress or disability, which appear to deviate from social expectations particularly in relating to other humans” (emphasis mine). I find it quite interesting that personality disorders are defined as behaviors that deviate from social expectations. It makes sense though when you realize that some behaviors, which may well be maladaptive in our society, may be extremely adaptive in other cultures.[1] Bourque has been diagnosed as having anti-social and sociopathic personality disorder. Human beings turn out as social creatures because our parents or caregivers nurture us and meet our needs. When a child fails to attach in a meaningful way they can, like dogs and cats, become feral. This may well be part of what happened to Bourque in a Romanian orphanage. When Canadians adopted children from these places many experts warned that these children may well be quite damaged and struggle in our society. I am sure there are far more successes than Kayla Bourques who came out of those places. I suspect that there is a necessary set of conditions that causes someone to become an animal killer. If Bourque had attached as an infant she may well have still struggled to some extent.

Personality disorders differ from mental illnesses, as they are innate. Mental illness is something that, in many cases, can be transient either through treatment or time. Personality disorders are with people for life. Sometimes the debilitating effects can be mitigated through intensive counselling and education however the prognosis is quite poor. Bourque really does not understand that what she has done is wrong. She is a predator. Given the opportunity she will likely kill someone as research has shown where the path she is on will lead. Will counselling help Bourque? I don’t think it is likely. She lacks compassion and empathy.

Our legal system is pretty clear on how this will play out. Canadian citizens have rights under the Charter of Rights and Freedoms. Amongst those rights is the right ‘not to be arbitrarily detained or imprisoned.’ Our legal system is a reactionary; a crime is committed, a person arrested and charged. There are no provisions to lock someone up because they might commit a crime. So as much as our knee-jerk reaction is to want to lock her up forever we simply cannot justify it.

I commend the judge in this case who is taking the time to craft a set of parole conditions that will keep the public safe. In all likelihood Bourque will not be able to abide by these strict conditions and will end up back in jail. Once her parole is over she will no longer have restrictions on her liberty. It will then be up to the police to track her movements and hopefully keep society safe. I am sure this will come at significant cost to taxpayers. Personally, I think it will be money well spent.

[1] Now before anyone assumes that I think it is adaptive to kill and torture animals, I am not saying that in any way.

The dilemma of Kayla Bourque

Kayla Bourque
Kayla Bourque

Kayla Bourque is a 22-year-old woman from Prince George. She was born in Romania and spent the first 8 months of her life in an orphanage there. A Canadian couple then adopted and raised her. Kayla Bourque is also a sociopath on her way to becoming a serial killer. She has been serving time in jail for torturing and killing a dog and a cat and for having a ‘murder kit’[1] in her possession. Bourque has fantasized about killing people. Her mother is significantly scared enough that she does not want Bourque back in the family home.

Bourque is being kept in jail for an additional 2 months as the judge and probation officials work on a release plan for her. The conditions will be stringent and any breaches will see Bourque back in jail. Her prognosis very poor; she lacks insight or remorse into her crimes. Apparently she also had child pornography in her possession.

Bourque poses a clear and present danger to society. She has been diagnosed with anti-social personality disorder with sociopathic tendencies. Clearly Bourque is broken likely as a result of not bonding with a parent or caregiver in the first critical months of life. While not all children coming out of these environments will pose a risk to society, we know that not attaching properly is a risk factor for these kinds of behaviours. Unlike a mental illness there is no pill one can take for these kinds of personality disorders.

The question is how do we protect society while at the same time respect Bourque’s freedom? All of the professionals involved can pretty much predict that, left to her own devices, Bourque will kill someone. Our legal system is not predicated on prevention; rather it focuses on punishment after someone has been convicted of a crime. How can we justify locking her up for a crime she may commit?

I am quite torn about what to do with Kayla Bourque. After her 3 years of parole and restrictions on her freedom what will happen? Do the police watch her for the rest of her life? There has been some discussion about doing something through the mental health act however that is problematic given that personality disorders are not mental illnesses. Sadly there is no easy answer that protects society while balancing her rights to liberty.

[1] Including a razor blade, garbage bags and a hypodermic needle.

Adoption – Who does it really serve? (Part 1)

I have been thinking a great deal about adoption in 2012. This was the year that I took the bold step of actually finding my biological parents. I had a great deal wrapped up in this process although if you asked me at the time I would have said I was prepared for any eventuality.  During my childhood, I did not think about what my biological father would be like. I was fairly convinced that he didn’t know or wasn’t interested. After all I was a pretty smart kid, questioning the existence of God at age 6, so I got the lay of the land young. It was clear to me that it was women who bore the responsibility for raising children. Husbands and fathers may be there for a time but they don’t always live up to their responsibilities in a meaningful way. My adoptive family was female-centered with very few male role models. It is no wonder I came to the conclusion I did.

I did think about her a lot. I imagined that she had been forced to give me up and that she would be desperate to find me at some point. The only point of reference I had for what she may be like was myself. I knew that I could never give up a baby of mine so how could she? I would dream at night of her showing up to rescue me from the years of abuse physical, emotional and sexual; the perfect trifecta of harm. She would kiss me and hold me and tell me how sorry she was and that it would all be ok now that we had been reunited. She would tell me how some nefarious person had ripped me from her arms. As soon as I was old enough to know what personal ads were and when I knew my first and middle names, I would look through the for the days preceding my birthday and those after. I was hoping against hope that there would be some kind of message there for me from her. No such message ever appeared.

At 18 years of age, age of majority in Alberta, I registered with the Post-Adoption registry. This registry is referred to as a ‘passive’ registry where adopted children and birth parents can register and if both parties agree to a reunion then they are given contact information. I was so excited to do this as I was sure she had to be looking for me because that was what I would do. I registered and she had not. She never did register. I checked in every couple of years; I kept my address updated; I waited. Every once in a while, they would inform of some small change to the laws. One year I learned my birth last name but not her first name. Armed with that little bit of information I hoped I would be able to find her. Then in 2005 the archives of adoption records in Alberta creaked open and I was given all of the identifying information. I then did absolutely nothing with it for 7 years except for the odd Google search.

Over the 7 years I had the information, I knew I could hire someone to search and they would be able to find my biological family. Yet I did nothing. I was never really sure why I didn’t act on the information, I guess I just was not ready. Facing mounting health issues, I made the decision in January that I was finally ready. I told myself I was ok with the outcome and that all I really wanted was health information. I was lying to myself and everyone else. I wanted the mother I never had. I wanted her to embrace me. I thought she would want to learn as much about me as I wanted to learn about her. I should have known from the beginning that things were not going to go as I had hoped when her first response to me was: “I knew I would have to account for this one day.” I was shocked. I was so relieved to have found her that I assured her that there was nothing to account for and that I was not angry at all. I told her I understood and that it must have been a very difficult decision for her. I just wanted to have a relationship with her and to get to know the rest of my biological family.

Our first meeting was good. Looking back, I think it went well only because she was jet lagged and her guard was down. She seemed genuinely happy that I had found her. She told me the situation she was in that made her give me up. She relayed how she had been depressed for all of her 20s due to grief at losing her baby. The first meeting was really positive. Both Deb and I prepared to welcome her into our family. She was alone, she has no siblings and her parents were dead. She was married once for 6 weeks. Her only connection to humanity seemed to be one good friend.

After the  first meeting she became very cold and quite difficult to deal with. She only wanted to meet in restaurants. Apparently she does not allow people to come to her house as she says it is a mess. We are pretty sure she is a hoarder at this point. She came out once to see me at my house, her main comment was how long it took her to drive. After that we went to a few more restaurants but that seemed so superficial to me. I wanted to hang out with her, cook with her. I wanted to get to know my mother.

Must board the plane now! Check back for Part 2 next week.


I have been suffering a little bit of a blog block the last couple of days. I can’t seem to blog about anything until I purge this out of my system – so here goes.

I am pissed off. I seem to have managed to end up with 2 mothers, neither of whom is very interested in me. This is not news with my adoptive mother. She is much more interested in my sister. She wants her approval and she wants to spend time with her. When I am around, Deb is definitely her favourite daughter. I have come to terms with this as it has always been like this in our family. It doesn’t matter what I accomplish because I am not my sister. This is not news. I have dealt with this my entire life.

Being adopted, I had a vision of what my birth mother would be like. I envisioned her being smart, witty and interested in what I had to say. I thought she would be relieved to finally have contact with me and that we would be able to spend some serious time together. I want to get to know her. Going out for dinner[1] was fine in the beginning but it is superficial and getting old. No one really relaxes and you have wait staff interrupting at inopportune moments. We have had several dinners out and nothing really moves forward. Our best visit was when she came out for lunch one afternoon.

Communication from her is sporadic at best. I haven’t seen her since the end of March. She does not initiate contact nor does she respond to emails in a timely manner. She does not want to drive to Maple Ridge, as she doesn’t like to drive at night. We have offered to pick her up and take her home but she doesn’t want to do that either. We have offered our guest room but she says no. I invited her to watch the Survivor finale last weekend which would have had her on her way by 7pm but she wouldn’t do that either.

So I find myself in a place where I still don’t have a mother type that meets my needs in any way. However, I am strong and can deal with this but that is not really the issue here. I feel like I have lost my fantasy and gained absolutely nothing. I have been patient, understanding that she needed time to come to terms with being found. I know she has a lot of shame around getting pregnant and I know she has never really dealt with this in any concrete way. I am clear that though that the current situation is not tenable for me.


[1] Which is pretty much all she wants to do.


I am sure it is no big surprise that I have been struggling with my adoption. Having met both of my biological parents in January, I have come away with some understanding. However, now I have different questions.

As adopted child, I had many fantasies growing up about my biological mother.[1] I used to dream that she would come and rescue me from the hell that was my childhood. She would be so nice and understanding as she took me away apologizing. I would be very understanding and we would live happily ever after. Except it never happened. Instead I grew up in a family where I felt like an alien. They spoke and emotional language I just didn’t get. I have struggled with anxiety issues my whole life and I wonder now if this was the reason. I also never felt like I fit in. I still feel like that a lot of the time. The only place I really feel like I belong and I am understood is at home. Not fitting in with your family as a child must have a profound effect on a child.

The theme of fitting in has been very present in my life. Whether I am feeling frustrated because I never really developed the ability to blend with other people or I change and bend me to try to fit in. Regardless, I have never been successful at it. I could always get along with other people but I always felt like I was on the periphery never quite getting it. At times this has caused me no end of heartache when I have been in situations where I have compromised what I know to be true and right for me to gain the approval of others. Missing out on that fundamental experience has profoundly affected my life.

I never had fantasies about meeting my biological father. In fact, I never even really thought about him until I received my identifying information and I had his name. I did not have any preconceived notions about what he would be like when I talked to him and when we subsequently met. While I definitely see a physical resemblance, personality-wise we are night and day. I have only seen him once so maybe, once I get to know him a little better, maybe I will see glimpses of myself.

Meeting my biological mother certainly gave me more answers. I could see where some of my personality came from. I used to think I acquired my work ethic watching my mother go to work every day. Now I see that while this might have had an effect, there may have been a larger genetic hard wiring.[2] Like me, she approaches life from a very linear place. Needless to say, our meeting did not even come close to my fantasy. I was very emotional when I first spoke to her on the phone. I was in tears. She said, of me locating her, “I’m not unhappy to have been found.” She is having a lot of difficulty dealing with the emotions the reunion has brought up for her. Having never told anyone that she had a baby she relinquished for adoption, she really has no skills to handle this trauma. I don’t think she has ever dealt with the trauma she experienced. Literally no one in her life knows this about her. It also seems that she never had a long-term intimate relationship. I believe that intimate relationships are key to out adult development. Experiencing love and intimacy helps us learn who we are and what we need. She has never done this and it shows. She is extremely set in her ways and does not seem to see the potential of a familial relationship with me as a positive thing. I hope this changes over time.

I used to see adoption as a rosy outcome to a bad situation. A woman needing to give up a child and that child going to parents who really want it. While this situation works well for the adults involved, I am not sure it is a great thing for the baby. I recently learned that I was over 4 months old before I was finally placed in my adoptive home. I really wonder what I lost in that 4 months of not having my mother or my adoptive mother.


[1] For some reason, I never really thought about my biological father.

[2] My adoptive sister and brother did not inherit my adoptive mother’s work ethic.

Dispatches from the Swamp – the ‘coming up for air’ edition

  • The month of January has literally flown by for me. Usually I hate January because it seems to drag on forever. This January has been one of the best in recent memory. The first week sucked but a lot of that was my annoyance that the Christmas break was over and I really had to go back to work. Once I got passed that it was all ok.
  • As I have mentioned, I hired a research company to find my biological parents. At the beginning of the third week of January, she had located my biological father. I had almost forgot this was going on until I got an email from her with the information. We subsequently met a couple of days later. It was interesting because when I thought about my biological family, I really focused on my mother. I never thought about him. I was quite conflicted about the meeting with him. Although it went well in the sense that he did not reject me, I found the evening frustrating, as I could not get any real information. I will definitely see him again as I really would like to get to know him a bit. I also feel like he took advantage of my biological mother in that he was almost 10 years older than her. When I pointed that out she said she didn’t realize that he was that much older. Plus I get the sense that he drinks a lot[1] and it has really affected his mind. I really want to meet my half-brothers as I feel they may be able to give me more insight.
  • This week I was able to make contact with my biological mother! We talked on Tuesday and met on Wednesday. I was so stressed out when I was meeting my biological father; I was quite relaxed meeting my mother. We are quite alike in a number of ways. I really went from feeling like an alien[2] to seeing myself reflected in someone else. She clearly suffered for being forced to give me up for adoption.[3] I, of course, want to jump in spend as much time with her as possible but she is not there yet. So I am backing off and giving her time.[4] She said she has a lot of things coming up in the next couple of weeks that will make her too busy to spend time together. I think she also needs some serious time to process this reunion. She has never told anyone that she had a baby she gave up for adoption. She has told me she will tell people in her life. I am confident that we will have a great relationship once she has some time.
  • Deb, Angelina and the dogs are my rock. I have a safe place to come home to where I am loved and accepted no matter what. This is something my biological mother never had. I really want her to come here and share what we have.
  • I have been feeling so much better since I began to incorporate music into every day. Music really is the thing that keeps me sane, balanced and in harmony with the world. Lately I have been enjoying David Francey,  Richard Shindell, the Decemberists, Paul Simon, and Cara Luft. I am hoping to go to a house concert Cara is putting on in Maple Ridge.
  • Talking about dogs – Zoe is so happy in the morning. She runs like a puppy and if she can find a toy she is over-joyed. She goes out to pee, comes in for her treat[5]. I got some great pictures of her with my new iPhone 4S:
Zoe - looking like a puppy!
Zoe waiting not so patiently for my breakfast!

[1] He might have given it away by the 2 vodkas on the rocks he drank while we were at the freaking White Spot!

[2] I have several idiosyncrasies like not being able to stand the feeling of dirt on my hands and so does she!

[3] Her mother forced her to give me up as they would not have supported her in keeping me in anyway.

[4] Anyone who knows me will realize how difficult this is. I am not known for patience and waiting when it comes to something I want. I think this may be maturity showing.

[5] The only reason she will go outside and get her feet wet is for that little chunk of pupperoni!

What a week!

I made a decision in December to become a more active agent of change in my life. I wanted to stop being passive and reacting to things happening to me. Instead, I wanted to have a say in how things in my life happen. This decision has many implications some for my life. I really want to get some control over my health. Being adopted, I know nothing really about my medical history.[1] I had all my information from the Alberta adoption records.[2] I had done some research and thought I found my biological mother but I wasn’t really sure. Then I received a little more information and something didn’t sit well with me so I stopped just short of emailing her. I then decided to spend the money and hire a researcher.

On Monday, I received an email from the researcher that she had located my biological father. I was stunned. I had always anticipated finding my birth mother first and never really gave my biological father any thought. He lived in Richmond with his wife and he had 2 sons. I immediately looked the sons up on Facebook and found them. I then phoned my biological father. At first, he said it was not possible that he was my father but as I gave him more information he then remembered my birth mother.

We met him and his wife at White Spot in Richmond a couple of days later. It was so surreal. I bear a striking resemblance to him and one of my brothers. Unfortunately, it was very hard to hear him so I did not learn much about him. However, we will see each other again. He was not at all what I anticipated so I am taking some time to process this information. They are going to tell their sons. I am looking forward to meeting them at some point.

I did learn that my biological father had Graves disease at around the same time as I did. We both had to have surgery to correct our eyes from its ravages. We both also have a lazy eye. His sons have not had any thyroid issues to date.

As an adopted child you dream about who your biological parents will be based on who you are. It is quite a reality check when you meet one of them and realize that they are, in fact, nothing like you – or so it seems. I am hoping that as I get to know my biological father and his sons a bit that I will see glimpses of myself there beyond the obvious physical resemblance.

[1] Ok, I knew a couple of things: my father had a hyperthyroid and my mother was born with a hole in her heart. Obesity ran on both sides of the family.

[2] I received it in 2005.

10 things you do not know about me…

Lydia tagged me in a facebook note with this meme. So here goes:

1. I have never done a meme before. No, really, never.
2. I am adopted.
3. My birth name was Deana Brett Carey.
4. I had a vertical banded gastroplasty in an ill-fated attempt to lose weight. It didn’t work and the legacy is that I can’t eat a lot of healthy foods and it makes me throw up regularly. I wouldn’t recommend it.
5. I love music. In fact, music keeps me sane. It is my form of self-care. I listen to a wide-variety of music. I don’t listen to country (although the odd new country song is ok), classical or jazz. Anything over-produced makes me mental (think Celine Dion). I am particularly fond of political folk music.
6. I am a self-confessed technophile. I am not an early adopter but I do need to have new stuff pretty quickly. I love computers and I am quite adept at techie stuff. I probably advise someone every week about what kind of computer they need, what might work for them and where to get it.
7. I love my dogs. Ok, you all probably know that about me if you have read my blog for any length of time. I am particularly fond of little dogs. I love shihtzus, pugs, and pomeranians. Generally little dogs respond really well to me except for the one who bit me – you know who you are Barkley!
8. I love the CBC. Radio one but not two (re-read number 5 about classical music). I love podcasts of CBC programs and I am never without both of my iPods which will contain a variable selection. My current favourite CBC programs (now on 88.1 FM) are On the Coast and The Point. I think Q is highly over-rated and Jian is not nearly as erudite as he thinks. I dislike CBC television though.
9. I love Indian food and culture. I enjoy reading books about India. I love to cook curry and have been christened “Chrisbinder” by partner. I make chai tea everyday at the office. I would love to go to India except for the flying part and the fact that it would be crowded and it would be hot. All of the above are things I do not like to do. I suspect I will never go to India.
10. I have taken music lessons. I took accordion for 4 years as a kid and I hated it. I have taken piano lessons as an adult but I lack the follow through with the practicing. Once I no longer commute 1.5-2 hours a day I may take lessons again.
11. I did the Katimavik program as a young adult. I highly recommend it to anyone who fits the age group. I got to do things I would never have done otherwise. I learned how to wield a chainsaw; I can row a dory; I worked in a cross-country ski centre; and lived in a tent for 3 months. I learned to cook on coleman stoves and I once stayed up for 36 hours cooking turkey on a one of those stoves so that we could all have Thanksgiving dinner (don’t get me started about water in naptha…). Seriously, Katimavik taught me how to get along with people, allowed me to hone my manipulation skills (just in case you couldn’t get along) and taught me how to finish something. I also got to see and live in some amazing parts of Canada.

Now, who do I want to hear from? Na, I am not going to tag anyone with this one. Do it if you want to!

The Inmates have taken over the Asylum: The Littlest One

Molly, a former SAINT, is our littlest, slightly crazy, neurologically screwed up purebred Pomeranian. She has had more than a few strokes and she kind of walks like a question mark and does everything to the right. She is a fierce protector of my office and she will ‘shark attack’ any four-legged creature who comes near my office door or her food. She especially has it in for the cat. I am not sure why given that Molly weighs 5 pounds and the cat – 25 pounds.

Bella on a hot day
Bella on a hot day

Just a little size differential! But the truth is everyone here thinks she is crazy and Molly uses it to her advantage. Even the 130 pound Newfoundland Dog, Kiefer, is a little wary of her. What none of them know is that Molly has not teeth. We promised her we wouldn’t tell them!

For a dog her size Molly has so much chutzpah it is unreal. When she first came here and was recovering from having all of her teeth removed we fed her wet commercial dog food. Within a couple of weeks though we kept catching her with raw food – chicken legs, pork bones, beef etc. She was stealing it from whoever she could get it from but mostly Clio. So we decided to start giving Molly raw. The only problem is that because she can’t chew the bone she can’t get all the value and nutrients of bone so we do have to supplement with ground bone for her. For a dog who has no teeth I have never seen anything quite like how she is able to strip a raw chicken leg in under 10 minutes. Here is the evidence”

Molly with her two chicken legs
Molly with her two chicken legs

About 20 minutes later here is what is left:

What is left...
What is left...

Molly is perhaps one of the sweetest dogs I have ever met. She gives herself, wholly and completely to those she loves. Sometimes, when we are outside, we will play this little game where she runs away from me. I admonish her to come back and she looks at me, turns on her little feet, and spins a little further away. I call her again in a happy voice and clap my hands. She comes running and I bend down and put my hands out and she jumps into my arms. It is so very sweet. She loves to be held, but only a certain way to accommodate for her neurological issues, cuddled and stroked.

Perhaps her biggest claim to fame is her pilates and yoga routine. When Molly wants attention she will stretch her backlegs out very purposefully, one at a time. Then she will engage in some yoga poses that we have named ‘downward dog and ‘the frog.’ It has been very difficult to get pictures of her doing this but I think we successfully got some video. Check out Molly’s YouTube Video: