I’m trying something new. New is scary for me, but, it’s something I’ve thought of doing for a while on many different topics. I decided to start with adoptee rights which means that there are two different questions for adoptees, and a third question for other voices. Hopefully, hearing feelings of others may convince people to change their mind and support upcoming legislation.
1. When you are denied the right to your factual original birth certificate, how does it make you feel?
2. For those who’ve finally gained the right to the original birth certificate, tell me how it felt when you held your original birth certificate in your hands.
3. Other voices in adoption, how does it makes you feel knowing your child either has the right to their original birth certificate upon request, just like non-adopted do, or doesn’t have the same right.
You can describe your feelings in a single sentence, or longer, whatever is needed to convey the feelings you feel/felt.
I’ve copied/edited what I wrote before in another post about receiving my original birth certificate, and like usual, I’m wordy.
More than four decades after I was born – the day I got my original birth certificate in the mail is a day I will never forget. I came in from the mail box, sat down on the couch and carefully opened the manilla envelope.
I gently pulled out the single piece of paper and instantly had a flash of anger that someone had dared to fold this precious document, in half, a document that had been denied me, my entire life.
I checked my name: (Baby Girl) XXXXXXX and was crushed – I was not named, at least not officially.
I checked my date of birth: Relief flooded over me – my date was right.
My mothers name and address listed clear as day – it was so very surreal to see it listed on my birth certificate, and all the details matched the court papers I had recently received.
I was a single birth: Kind of mixed feelings about that, on one hand, relief that I did not have a twin out there, somewhere, but on the other had I had always secretly wished I did.
It did not list my time of birth.
I now know how much I weighed at birth, and how many weeks my mother carried me.
I just stared in wonder at my original birth certificate, bemused.
I framed my original birth certificate, it now hangs on a wall in my home..
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