I just wanted to share a story with you that directly affected my search for my birth parents. Sometimes out of love, or possibly an adoption home not disclosing the truth about birth parents, we are left growing up with candy coated stories to cling to. This happened to me.
I was born in 1960 when adoptions were hush, hush, and the birth mothers were kept in homes until they delivered. Sight unseen, no one to know their shame. (yes, this was the case with my birth mother)
I was raised to believe that my birth parents were young and in college and made the decision to give me up so they could finish their degrees and move on with their life. They were not married according to the story, I was a love child.
For years, I was moving in the direction of looking for younger parents. Oh boy, was I in for a surprise when my angel revealed to me who I was and who my birth mother was. I was born to parents who were in their 40's, the mother married but separated, and with my birth father. I was one of 8 children that my birth father had sired. He was a real man whore of sorts with 4 children left behind with his wife who got no financial support, and 4 children he had adopted out to other families. My birth mother had 3 other children, the youngest who was 16 years my senior.
I never got to meet either parent as they passed when I was young. I have met my sister on my birth mother's side and spoken to the children that my birth father left behind. Now those children and I start a new search for the rest of our siblings. I only hope that it is not too late.
I am sharing this with those of you who are searching for the truth. I promise you it is out there, but it may not be what you think it is. You must be fully prepared for anything and don't cling to stories you have been led to believe. It will only break your heart even more and delay precious time in finding out who you really are.
I wish each and everyone of you the best of luck in your searches. No matter what you find, you will know the closure that you are looking for, the closure that only an adopted child understands. |
