Adoption
As me how I felt about being adopted 20 years ago and I would answer the same as I do today. It has made me who I am.
That’s not to say that I haven’t had a bit of a wobble and a rollercoaster in between. But I do believe that it has given me some useful traits. I don’t judge, I am unselfish and generally see good in everything and everyone. Continue reading
When I was writing the posts about my adoption I did let my sister know first. She replied with full support and that it was a good idea. I tentatively asked if she would like to share how she felt about finding out she had an older sister that had been adopted. Her is her story…
It can be hard to explain to someone who has grown up in a family that looks like them, what it really is like to grow up not looking like anyone. It’s probably quiet insignificant to most and not something you normally think about, but it’s probably the one thing that affected me the most. Not while I was growing up, it affected me when I met someone I looked like. Continue reading
When the counselling lady sent her letters out she was very ambiguous in her wording, but both my grandmothers knew straight away what and who the letters were about. They passed them on straight away and within days my birth father wrote back. A few weeks later my birth mother replied too. Both responses were positive and letters soon started dashing back and forth. Continue reading
I never had a burning desire to find my roots. I had never felt something was missing in my life. I wasn’t bitter about being put up for adoption or wanted answers to why. My adoptive parents had brought me up to never judge, presume or resent. I am one of those awful people that in a middle of a crisis, points out all the positives of the situation, sees both sides of the story and is in general positively annoying. Continue reading
Being asked what it’s like to know I am adopted was probably the question I was asked the most as a kid. Some children are told they are adopted when they are older. Some grow up never knowing. I was brought up being told I was special as I was chosen. Sounds like something out of a superhero story. But trust me I have no special powers like being able to shoot red lasers from my eyes and yes I did spend a whole summer trying. Continue reading
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