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I've only once tried to get information b/c when I was ready to have kids I wanted to find out about any health issues. However, I was not permitted to get information without a federal court order (Wash D.C.) so I did not. Other than that, I figure that if my birth parents are still alive and want to contact me, they can. I'm not bitter, just indifferent . . . although, it would be interesting to find out a little about my biological parents.
When I was growing up I always thought about my bio mother. My parents have told me they kept telling me that I was adopted since they brought me home at 3 days old until I could understand what "adoption" ment. But would never tell me any of the specifics. So of course I was curious, I thought about what she looked like...did I look like her. What she was like.
If she met me would she love me?
Not all adopted children think the same things though.
and adopted kids can go through stages on hwo they view there bio mother. It's like a process as you get older and understand things a little better.
I personally never stopped loving my bio mother. I always felt a connection even before I met her. And even through meeting her, although it hasnt been perfect, there is still nothing she can do to make me love her any less.
But that is only my experience.
TMA
Lucy
Love to you all!!!!
I believe that you could be a poster child for all Bmoms and adoptees. I have a Past...3 boys up for adoption 18 years ago and I battle with wanting to see them all the time...I have contacted the older 2 and the oldest is not wanting contact and the middle is still only a boy, even though he is 18...I have a blog on adoption.com...........heres my story....
HELP!!!
Peace to all
I am going to Bible study and hopefully when I come home I will feel better.
well ss so long
but this is my story....and still I stuggle everday, because I really really love them
rch4hvn
He also has a brother that lives with him too that I am the BMOM too and he will turn 17 next year. I sent them both emails but no reply. I wish I knew what they were thinking.
You know how everyone says.....You are doing the best for your child and wouldnt you want your child to have all the opportunities you didnt, well, one thing they forgot to tell you is the pain of losing them never goes away. I just want to hold them and tell them that I have loved them since the day I found out I was pregnant...feeling them move inside of me....and dealing with the decisions I thought I would never have to make. I wanted a big family, but I didnt count on a drug addict for a husband. Yes, their dad was a drug addict and the drugs came first then the women then his family. It was very rare that he would ever get the time to spend with family.
I was so excited when I became pregnant with my son, which is now 18. I bought a cradle and decided I would handmake him a mattress for it that would be softer than store bought. His BDAD even helped me sew it. I was thinking, he is real excited. Maybe this is what we need to feel like a faamily and he would give up the drugs, but he never did. Later he was in Prison for burglary and attempted murder. 12 years in Prison, and blames me for giving HIS boys up for adoption, huh. The nerve.
You know originally the AMOM was going to send pictures every year and keep in contact with me and let me go see them when they were old enough to understand, but she never did any of those things and just recently she said, why dont you write me a letter, if you trust me, and I will read it to the boys and I will also send you some pics if you leave your forwarding address on the envelope. I said ok, sent the letter like 4 months ago and nothing.
more to come...........
Well, while I was with her dad, I got pregnant again...omg...I was not prepared for that at all...so, I debabted do I have the child????? Well, I did the most selfish thing in the world.....I had an abortion...I was never going to do that, it was against all I believed in, I was young, in a bad and going no where relationship, Plus I was getting ready to end things with angelas dad, so there I went. Scared, This older lady that worded with me went to the office with me and held my hand the whole way...from then on I was determined not to get pregnant unless I met the right one, the one I wanted to spend my life with.
Time passes and Angela is now 2 years old. I was working at the Cal-Neva casino as a cashier and I meet this cook. He was so cute. I was googoogaga over him. he lifted weights, he was a cook , he made pretty good money and he liked me. wow
I fell hard, we moved in together, I really thought this was for a lifetime...well I got pregnant....I also found out that the man I loved was a drug additic, a womanizer and was irresponsible, but I couldnt help my self I was in Love stupid, but never the less in love, so I thought.
I found out I was having a boy and my boyfriend was so happy, he even helped me make a mattress for the cradle we had bought.
well my water broke and here I go into labor. I had regular labor for 12 hours and then c-section, once again my mother was there with me, not my boyfriend.Come to find out he was with this girl while I was in labor. I remember , the next day...he was so cute, has a head of black soft and silky hair and his skin was so soft. I couldnt stop kissing him and then his sister came in and held him and I called my dad, ( which I had never met, only talked to a few times in my whole like) and told him he was a grampa once more and this time I was going to name my baby after him David......His name Vincent( after his dad ) david ( ater my dad) and Carillo . That was his dads last name. I was so happy...I went home, his dad was never home. One day he brought these homeless people to our house and told me they were going to stay for a few days, I was furious. He didnt care. They were doing homemade tatoos, drinking and then they dissappeared along with my boyfriend to search for drugs. I never saw my boyfriend til about a week later. I thought he loved me..I was so in love with him, but now I realize it was obbsesion, not love, because love does not hurt as much as I was hurting.
I had fallen into this great deppression, somedays I didnt even take a shower or get dressed. I didnt want to face reality. My boyfriend use to take my daughter downtown in the pouring rain with just a diaper, undeer his jacket and then he had the nerve to take this girl to my job and ask for money to feed my baby. I couldnt believe it, well I gave it to them and this happened several time. One time I get this page at my job from the police, that my boyfriend was at the park passed out and my 2 year old daughter was walking alone through the park, I was like what. he said that wasnt true, he new where she was the police were just stupid, huh. Well, needless to say I believed him, not the police...to be continued
I was so obsest with him I even took 2000.00 dollars of my income Tax Refund and my daughter and I , 7 months pregnant, went with him to see his parents, in Mexico....He managed to spend all that money within 7 days and I had to ask my mother to buy me a bus ticket to come home. When I got home I didnt want anything to do with him and I moved in with my mom. That didnt last long because she was so wrapped up in her own life she didnt have time for me and my family and plus here came boyfriend crying on hands and knees teling me he still loved me and I believed it one more time...stupid...so I move in with him 1 more time.
Well....................The story goes on......
Now getting back to David being born....June 29, 1988. I was so confused, I wanted the best for my kids and I was not mentally stable after this rolling relationship with boyfriend. I had decided in my mind once he was about 6 months old that I was going to put him up for adoption, with the help of my mom and a friend of hers...you know everyone else always know whats better for you than you. Instead of them , maybe helping me get on my feet, they wanted to get rid of the problem. So, my moms friend had a girlfriend that worked with her that couldnt have kids and she was very anxious to adopt. She had a very good job at the power company and her husband worked as a computer programer at a well known Bank here. They had a big extended family....grandfathers, cousins, nieces, nephews..etc.. When we sat down to talk about everything she said that she would send me pictures all the time and that when the kids were old enough she would tell them that they were adopted and that they were extra special because they were chosen, they didnt just happen. She also said that she would explain to them that I loved them very much and it was very hard for me to let them go, but because all she had promised, it made things a little more bearable. Well we set a date for her to come pick up David at the house , I had to get all of his stuff ready to go....formula, bottles , his blankie, his clothes, his teather, his toys , etc....when she came in and said Im here I was frozen, she was here for my child, omg, this is really happening, she is going to take him forever...I couldnt watch , I said heres his stuff and let me get him...the moment I picked him up, I felt this sorrow, anger, disbelief, anxiety, everything you could think of, I didnt want to let him go and then she reached out her hands and he started screaming at the top of his lungs and I said bye papas I love you so much and that was it I couldnt compose myself. She just took him to her car and strapped him in the carseat and then came back for his stuff and I shut the door and balled like a little baby, I couldnt believe it he was gone....forever..I have longed for him ever since.......
rch4hvn
so sorry this is so long, but I thought if you heard my story you could better understand how I feel and alot of birth mothers feel
GOD BLESS
GOD BLESS
rch4hvn
Rch4hvn
Goonnight kris :)
In those days, the birth mother wasn't allowed to see the baby. She told me that when they released her from the hospital, she snuck back in and checked on me to make sure I was OK [I only found this out after we reunited, and it made all the difference in the world to me, too].
It's impossible to say what thoughts are his and if anything has been said negatively by the adoptive parents to try to color you in an unflattering light. There are so many feelings that we adoptees feel, whether they are the truth or not. We feel unwanted, abandoned, not good enough, and sometimes boys are more likely to just say "screw you" I just don't care about you enough to get to know you. I know that hurts, but I would bet that it's unresolved hurt that he is feeling more than a dislike for you.
Try to write him a note explaining your feelings as you had to decide to give him up. Let him know what your life was like, and ask him if he thinks that you made the right decision for him. Let him know that you did love him, and did want him, but that it just wasn't possible at the time. Try to reason with him as best you can.
All you can do is try. The ball is in his corner now, and feelings and hearts change over time. Try not to push the issue too far, but let him know that you understand his feelings and that you are there for him if he ever has the need.
Hope this helps a little
Steph
I realize my birthparents probably have families now, and I know they're not together anymore. However, I just want closure...and they refuse to talk to me further despite repeated attempts through the agency.
I have no desire to take anything from them but information, and perhaps to see what they look like. I'm about to write one final letter...as they've never responded except my birthmother that one time. My records indicate they would speak to me, but obviously things have changed.
I feel a mixture of sadness, anger and longing just to know. My family is my adopted family now, and that will never change. I just want to know things...and it seems like that may be too much for them.
Some days I wish I was just like alot of other people, not adopted. When you're little it's hard. In middle school people used to say "Noone loves you, you're adopted" and even though they said it to everyone, I REALLY WAS. So I would so "I am adopted and i'm pretty sure my adoptive parents love me." but later those days, I would just cry.
Another time my cousin(of my adoptive family) said "You're not even my real cousin" I was so mad at him, and we've never been the same since.
Because of you and others like yourself I am a mom.
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