From 2016: My Story…

My Story…

 

I don’t think they thought this through.

The tweet below is why I’m writing this post, I also clicked the link below the tweet, a clip of that post is shown below the tweet.

 

Ancestry and so much more…

I was going to do a post on Identity, but then, I stumbled on the story below that is more fascinating than anything I’d have to say.

 

Layers

Lately, I’ve felt that there really isn’t a point of trying to make adoption more ethical, or rare. Nor of making people think about the adoptee experience – both growing up, and living a life filled with blank spaces. Blank spaces that can never be filled, questions that will always remain unanswered.

 

Happy New Year!

I don’t believe I’ve ever done NY Resolutions, although with my creaky old brain, who knows. The two of us did have a lovely Christmas and New Years, one worth repeating. For Christmas Dinner husband had a Pot Roast with all the trimmings. I had the potatoes, vegies, Yorkshire pudding and gravy from the Pot Roast, then we consumed far too many chocolates.

New Years Eve we splurged and picked up Chinese Food, something we usually did every year, but haven’t done since the pandemic started and it was so good, and now I’ve done it once, I’ll probably do take-out again.

 

Another Adoption Service Provider seems to not know Adoption History.

“Once upon a time–we’re talking about the years up to the early ’80s-–secrecy and lies was the name of the game in adoption.”

“This is how it worked: Expectant parents who had “out-of-wedlock” babies were forced to give them away and then told to go on with their lives without knowing what became of their children.”

“Adoptive parents were expected to raise the children “as their own” without ever mentioning where they came from. And the children themselves had no idea about anything until the truth would accidentally slip out. Sometimes it would come directly from the adoption record. Other times it would come out as part of their parents’ deathbed confession.”

“Finally, they would have answers to the questions that gnawed at them their entire lives:”

• “Why don’t I look like my parents?”
• “Why am I so different from the rest of my family?”
• “Why are my parents so uncomfortable about talking about my birth?”

The above is from an Adoption Service Provider…America Adopts