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Adoption Reunion fantasy
When I was in my early to mid twenties and studying, I just happened upon a book in the educational library about adoption reunions. I have no idea what it was called. This is going back thirty plus years now. It was the first book I had ever seen read about adoption. I took it…
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Adoption is f**ked up, but you are not
Your feelings have been trying to tell you something is wrong …oh so very wrong about the whole situation. Adoption is the situation and it IS a great big mess. A f**ked up mess. Myself and my Psychotherapist who knows all about closed adoption, agree. You should not hold or carry guilt for a situation…
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I am very good at acting normal
Why did I not rebel, sneak out, sleep with boys, smoke, drink and do drugs? Why did I have good friends. Why did I hardly drink much. Why did I decide at the age of 11, that I would never ever smoke after seeing that black tarred slice of a smokers lung preserved in glass…
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Negative emotions are okay
It hurts. It really really hurts that I was adopted. It hurts that I was the only one of my mother’s children that was discarded. It really hurts that I never knew my Mummy. That I never even knew her name, that I never even got to meet her when I was a child. It…
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Adoptee Identity
I was going to start this piece with the sentence “This is who I am if I should die ” and then write my “Name at Birth”, for all my following generations to be able to google. If the law will not allow me to use my identity now, reclaim it, then I will put…
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Adoption Reunion
Something momentous happened to me when I was 3O years old. I met my mother for the first time. I am only realising now, in this very moment, how momentous that was. Can you imagine meeting your own mother for the first time when you are 3O years old ? How is one supposed to…
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I have to believe
I have to believe my mummy saw me, held me, loved me and said goodbye. I have to. I can see her holding me, my tiny hand is wrapped around one of her fingers. She is gazing down at me, she thinks I am beautiful. My little shock of wavy black hair, my porcelain white…
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The sexually abused adoptee
I wonder, if, when my Mummy left me in the care of the hospital, and ultimately the social workers who worked for The Department of Social Welfare – Government run department, who had assured her, her baby would be going to only the best of homes, she would have ever have dreamed she was actually…
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Free at last
‘Free at last, Free at last, Thank God Almighty I am free at last ‘ Martin Luther King Jnr. It has taken a while, and I may not feel this good all the time, but thank God Almighty I am free at last. I have cut myself off from all but a handful of my…
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Adoption 1960’s and 70’s
Newspapers Press 10 February 1979 Page 7: Article on Adoption “Jigsaw” – 1979 – – I was 14 years old – my adopters would have been reading these articles in the newspapers, they always read the newspapers. My female adopter, (I cannot remember my male adopter ever saying one word to me his whole life…
Adoption is No Fairytale 