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Originally Posted by apocalipstic
I'm in therapy for a multitude of things, but the one thing that I have never thought about much in regard to my depression and trauma healing is my adoption.
I am reading and pondering and want to discuss closed adoptions from the point of view of the adoptee.
If you put a child up for closed adoption, or adopted someone that way, you may want to stay away from this thread. There will be things you don't want to hear. You are welcome, but know you have been warned. This thread is not here to make you feel better, but to work through some of the issues adoptees go through.
Now for a couple of questions to get us started:
Have you always known you were adopted?
Have you met your birth parents?
How did your adopted parents tell you you were adopted?
Thank you for your participation, I know this is a rough subject.
Jen
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Interesting questions.
I found out I was adopted when I was 17. I had brought home a report card with a 'C' on it. My father and I were having our normal report card conversation and at the end of it, before we went inside, he said "oh by the way, you're adopted" then turned his back on me and went inside the house.
For the next four years we played what I call 'the adoption game'. The adoption game goes like this:
Me: Mom? Am I really adopted.
Mom: You've always been our child.
Me: Dad, am I adopted?
Dad: We've always loved you.
After my son was born, I pinned my parents down by saying "I need to know for genetic reasons--am I adopted. A simple yes or no question requiring a yes or no answer." My father replied "yes, never bring this up again".
He and I never spoke of it again. I did not find anything else out until twelve years later, after my father was dead and my mother told me a little more. They knew my birth mother because she was a student at the high school in Alabama where my mother was a teacher and my father a vice principal at the time. After my mother died in 2007, my sister sent me what paperwork she could find which had my original name and some pieces of correspondence with the Alabama department of child welfare regarding the fostering and then adoption.
I have never met my birth mother although I would like to, if for no other reason than to tell her that I grew up okay.
Cheers
Aj