“The first sibling my family adopted joined our family as a young baby. The second time my family adopted, my new little brother was six. He had Radical Attachment Disorder from spending so much time in the orphanage. First his birth mother left him, and then he had cycled through numerous caregivers at the orphanage, most of whom were female nuns. He couldn’t emotionally attach to my mom. At the orphanage, he learned survival skills that helped him get what he needed: how to manipulate caregivers, how to throw tantrums to get attention. Now that he was in a loving home, those survival skills were a hindrance, not a help.