I walked into my dining room and stopped dead in my tracks. This is the thought that came to me, “I’ve found both sides of my family. I know where I come from…But what did it get me?” And that’s when I knew…I would never get it back. And what would I never get back? Being non-adopted. Being a person who fit in, who always belonged, completely and totally.
I had solved the mystery that so many adoptees will tragically never be able to solve. I had broken through the sealed records. I had broken through the adoption industry brainwashing. And most importantly, I had broken through my own resistance and fear. But I would never be a complete and total part of my original families again.
Some adoptees say that they have no issues with being adopted, and I take them at their word. Do I believe that many, perhaps most of them, will one day say things like, “The issue was rarely/never discussed in my adoptive family. It was considered a non-issue, so I stuffed my feelings away. I was in the fog. I was in denial. I didn’t realize how brainwashed I was by the adoption industry. I never connected the dots?” Yes, I most certainly do. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned in my years in family preservation, it’s that there are very few, if any, absolutes in adoption.
I respect every adoptee’s right to say how he or she feels at the time because I want that same courtesy extended to me. Courtesy is a two-way street. It was not that long ago, and of course still goes on, that hurting adoptees were not even allowed to express their pain, or, if one tried, were dismissively referred to as “woundies”. Some of us were told we were ungrateful if we mentioned we had pain stemming from being adopted. Many of us were reminded that our adoptive parents love us every bit as much as they would love a bio-kid. Although I’ve never understood why my adoptive parents’ feelings towards me are the most important consideration when we’re talking about the loss of my whole entire family on both sides. It’s not as if an adoptive parent’s love can make up for such an enormous loss. Their love might mitigate it somewhat, but it can’t eliminate it. I don’t think any child really wants to be given up, but it is a sad fact of life that a small number of adoptees do discover they dodged a bullet when they find their first families; and, of course, there are others whose only option would have been life in a horrible orphanage.
But just as I accept the differences in how adoptees say they feel about being adopted, I have to say with a very heavy heart that I don’t believe every natural mother wanted her child. As an adopted person, I wish all mothers had desperately wanted their child and that it was only circumstances beyond their control that caused them to lose their son or daughter. But, sadly, that is also not always the case. Some mothers did not want the child and chose to give it up. For the vast majority of mothers who did want their child, saying that you are so glad you ‘chose’ adoption and that it makes you feel so good about yourself can be terribly hurtful to the child. I would have been horrified to find that the thing my natural mother was most proud of was giving me to unrelated strangers. On the other hand, in my opinion, a first mother apologizing to her relinquished son or daughter can go a long way. My natural mother asked for my forgiveness. She didn’t say she was “sorry I had to be adopted”. That makes it sound to me as if she had nothing to do with the fact that I ended up being an adoptee. I sincerely believe that most adoptees, especially those of us born in the BSE, have the compassion and the willingness to at least try and understand the culture of the time and to accept the brick wall our mothers were up against. Although perhaps those of us who grew up after the sexual revolution will never be able to fully understand the thinking of the times.
Yet for every child who was not wanted by his or her mother, there is often a father or a grandparent who desperately did want the child. There will always be fathers like my hero, Dusten Brown; men who love their sons and daughters with as fierce a passion as any woman with oxytocin flowing through her veins, and who would do anything in their power to move heaven and earth to be able to raise their own child. It seems it is the rare child, indeed, who is unwanted by both parents.
However, once a child is given up for adoption, she will probably always have to straddle both sides of the fence. There may very well be adoptive relatives who do things like always referring to an adopted grandchild as the ‘adopted’ grandchild while the blood grandchildren are referred to by their first names. Or blood relatives such as an aunt or uncle who say they have no interest in a relinquished child, and that they no longer consider him or her a member of the family. A relinquished child will only in the rarest of cases be able to come back into the original family fold while also being accepted fully in the adoptive family.
So once again, I must caution you. If you are an expectant mother facing an untimely pregnancy and considering adoption, or the grandparent, or the father to be, and you want to avoid this whole sorry mess, I ask you to not think twice, not think thrice, but to think a thousand times before you give up your child. And I implore you to let this sink in for a while…YOU CAN NEVER GET IT BACK.
And your life will never be the same.
http://allinthefamilyadoption.com/you-can-never-get-it-back%e2%80%8f
http://allinthefamilyadoption.com/im-pissed/
![[Valid RSS]](valid-rss-rogers.png "Validate my RSS feed")
Robin, I hold this two-part post of yours close to my heart, for my son Lenny’s sake. Lenny’s first parents wanted to keep him, but their own dysfunctional (actually, dangerous) upbringing led to an inevitable tragedy – their inability to raise this son, whom they love, in a safe environment. And now Lenny must live with that permanent loss.
Regardless of the circumstances of adoption, an adoptee can never get one thing that I feel has enriched my own life: growing up in intimate contact with his/her own flesh and blood. I was raised by my biological mother, and I am practically her spitting image. There is a real sense of identity and awareness associated with that, for me – of how my parents genes and nurturing have combined to manifest in the way I live my life. Lenny will never have that. Even if he has a happy reunion, it is impossible to capture those missed years of being raised by his first parents. This is a permanent loss for all adoptees, regardless of the circumstances.
As I look in the mirror and see my mother’s face looking back at me, I am sad about this intangible, but big and real, loss in adoptee’s lives. Therefore, I feel that it is incumbent upon all us adults to not deprive any child of this essence of their existence unless absolutely necessary. Every one of us needs to think about this – first parents, prospective adoptive parents, professionals who facilitate adoptions….it is our collective responsibility not to needlessly create adoptees.
Oh, and BTW, I am still mid-draft in my e-mail response to you – sorry about life getting in the way of that!
“…it is our collective responsibility not to needlessly create adoptees.”
Jay,
You always, always, always get it right. What I love about your comment is that you so perfectly hit the nail on the head in one sentence what it took me over a thousand words to say.
Looking forward to hearing from you at my private email.
Of those natural parents who give up their children for adoption for selfish reasons, how many of them do you believe come to regret their actions sooner or later? I’ve been reading in this corner of the past two years because one of my father’s paternal uncles gave up a child for adoption. The more I read and learn about domestic infant adoption, whether open or closed, I can’t help but find it to be a sick and immoral institution. Keep up the good work and have a good day.
I couldn’t hazard a guess as to what percentage of first parents come to regret their actions. I’m sure in your reading you’ve come across many stories of first parents who speak of ‘coming out of the adoption fog’. My own father willingly gave me up, but he died young before I was 18 so we would never have the chance to reunite. From everything I have gathered so far, he never told a soul about having relinquished a child. When I found my paternal relatives, they were astonished by the fact that I even existed.
You have a good day too, tf1, and thanks for commenting.
Wow!! Robin….I never knew that your paternal family was unaware of your existence. Were your grandparents still alive when you found them?
Steve,
Sadly, all of my grandparents had passed on by the time I found my natural parents. My paternal grandfather had died when my father was a little boy, so I would never have had a chance to meet him. My parents were adults when they had me and neither of them ever told anyone in the family that I was on the way. That makes me both sad and angry. Imo, they unfairly denied my three living grandparents the knowledge that they had a grandchild on the way. But I guess that just proves how strong the shame of having an out of wedlock child was back then.