So my parents are considered Khampas and Khampas don't raise children. Ordinarily this is never a problem because there are lots of places to put the kids and because Khampas are a mixed group of people of various groups Khampa unions tend to be mixed ones and its actually easier to place mixed children than it is to place pure bloods of any kind when their parents don't hold place in whatever group they originally came from, even if they attained status in those groups. So because of the particulars of my parents I was full blooded Mongolian, as well as full blooded Japanese, as well as whatever makes a person Tibetan as well as an incarnation though I brought that one myself. The Japanese had lost their connection to my family's bloodline, even on the most tenuous level between Sekigahara and the Christian rebellions so it was not possible to place me in Japan with a family who would believe me to have been born to them. The Tibetans were in the midst of civil and foreign war at that time and are hard to make do anything they've been paid for already on a good day so they also evaded having to deal with me, and for as long as possible the Khampas had a baby among them, but when I started to open my eyes people got concerned about how the Khampa way of life was just for adults and had not done anything regarding how to raise a child ever and they pointed out how everyone there had grown up in one of the cultures in the region and had an identity and if I grew up there they might have problems not just with me and my unformated mind but from people accusing them of harming me by letting that happen and saying they could demote the people there for it and that means a lot of bad stuff. So somehow or another even though it was decided that the Tibetans had been most responsible for taking me in, the Kyrgyz said we can't coulda woulda shoulda this until she becomes a demon so we have to find a place for her.
Now there was also a problem with that. There were border issues with the Kyrgyz range that had been settled so that those who had my color of hair and the women who were Muslim would be on the Russian side of the border while those who had more typical Asian appearance and the women who were animist would be on the Chinese side of the border but I was a woman who was animist who had my color hair. There was no capacity for communication with the Kyrgyz on the Russian side anyway, so they just kept my head shaved as long as they could and I was taught not to open my eyes outside of the home. That worked for awhile but people get nozy in Cultural Revolutions.
Concurrent with these conditions the Soviets had been told that though a lot of the children of the Kyrgyz and other ethnic groups in the area looked sorta caucasiod they were fully Asian on the inside and that meant a difference in the processing of information and the way people have to go to be successful in life. This didn't have the intended effect and the Soviets were being kinda efficient at that time about abnormalities in society as they considered a lot of these children to be. They weren't all killed by poison soup, and a lot were sent to the US because corruption existed and people would pay for these children and I also heard that the Kyrgyz swapped a lot of their kids with the kids of other people around because they seemed to be more acceptable to the Soviets, but one way or another entire generations of children were taken away and never sent back. I also heard that some kids were sent back but they weren't the kids who were taken.
So on the Russian side they were doing that, and on the Chinese side we actually fought in the revolution but during the revolution there was more allowance for diverse ways of thought than what there was after the Communists took control and the people we used to fight for were eliminated in the first round of purges, then there were other modernization policies and zero tolerance policies and the people I was living with in China were all shot. My mother was in Hong Kong at the time when that happened and she wasn't too far away that she wasn't there before the Chinese left so she had to wait for them to leave before she could dig me out of the mass grave and take me to the nearby Vietnam border where she handed me off to a deaf Tibetan woman who pretended to be mute so that no one would know that she was Tibetan and so the Hmong wouldn't realize that she understood their speech. That went pretty well until Tet. By that time I was walking and talking and the cat was out of the bag about my nurse being able to understand. We were warned that the attitude had changed about the ambiguity issues raised by my appearance and so we took to the jungle and moved around a lot after that.
