Tag: adoptees
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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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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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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…
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Adoption history …eye opening …
Newspapers Wanganui Chronicle 15 May 1924 Page 4 : From the highly respected LANCET magazine from the medical “professionals” – the “experts” – the Gods if you like, of the day – the well educated – the wealthy – the sons of the wealthy – on adoption: the article proudly proclaims that New Zealand has set…
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I wish I’d grown up with my sister
I think my sister is dying. Her health is poor and deteriorating. She is at least 16 years older than me, born to my mother from her first marriage. My mother was widowed in her 30’s with five children, the youngest just a baby. Can you imagine how awful and sad that would have been?…
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Parents and Adopters ..there is a difference
I find it interesting, as a closed adoptee, that I had no photos displayed in my home, and never have, of my adopters, until extremely recently. A few months ago, I made a small collage of old family photos of when I was a child, happy memory photos, before I grew up and closed adoption…
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A Closed Adopted Childhood
Refctions The childhood of a closed adoptee. How does it differ from that of a ‘normal childhood ? As a child did I know any different? No. I had nothing to compare it with did I ? It just was what it was. When I reflect back many decades later was it any different? I…
Adoption is No Fairytale 