tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post1711998612462996920..comments2024-03-14T17:59:30.786-04:00Comments on [Birth Mother] First Mother Forum: Family Reunions: Missing the one lost to adoptionLorraine Duskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18285341379272250245noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-18465305760911868082014-09-05T04:48:20.347-04:002014-09-05T04:48:20.347-04:00Julia Emily
I just watched 'Long Lost Familie...Julia Emily<br /><br />I just watched 'Long Lost Families' - a programme here in the UK.<br /><br />A woman sought her mother for decades but had misread the information slightly. Above what she had assumed was her mother's married name was the letter 'm'. Much later, she realised this meant 'middle' - it was her mother's middle name. <br />Is there any chance something like this has happened in your case?<br /><br />Also, if your family heritage is Spanish, Scottish and Irish - could the surname you have for your first mother have been translated back to either of these languages if they returned to their country of origin? Or a variant of the surname?<br /><br />Cherrynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-78825782553127058122014-08-19T03:47:48.662-04:002014-08-19T03:47:48.662-04:00LOL !! "Dolts." I seem to come across ...LOL !! "Dolts." I seem to come across a lot of them when I try to explain this whole ugly situation. I am convinced that adoption is the most misunderstood subject on the planet. And it is impossible to explain, because people all have their pre-conceived ideas about it. I get more intelligent responses if I talk to my dog, honestly!<br /><br />Glad to hear you are pain-free and getting around a bit! We missed you!Julia Emilynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-22076411380745249852014-08-17T21:11:06.387-04:002014-08-17T21:11:06.387-04:00JE: When they don't get "first mother,&qu...JE: When they don't get "first mother," just explain by saying, "my OTHER mother." They won't need to question unless they are dolts. hugs as always to you. Lorraine Duskyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18285341379272250245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-25006979658783953492014-08-17T13:15:30.244-04:002014-08-17T13:15:30.244-04:00Cherry, thank you! We will see if further things h...Cherry, thank you! We will see if further things happen from the DNA test. But I think that's all I can hope for.Julia Emilynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-70662911709318452082014-08-16T11:07:18.117-04:002014-08-16T11:07:18.117-04:00Oh Julia Emily, I hope this isn't the end of t...Oh Julia Emily, I hope this isn't the end of the search. I think you would be a lovely person to find.Cherrynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-14421716844803450892014-08-16T07:34:01.839-04:002014-08-16T07:34:01.839-04:00"Birthmother". I don't care for the..."Birthmother". I don't care for the term, either. I try to always use "first mother" but sometimes people don't know what I mean by that.<br /><br />This post about family reunions really got me thinking. As I mentioned, a reunion of my extended first family would throw me into a tailspin. Reunions of my adoptive family are something I no longer participate in.<br /><br />Which brings me to my first mother. When I think of how she was dismissed by my adoptive parents throughout my life, I cringe. I didn't cringe years ago, but I do now. The manipulation and brainwashing that goes on in adoption-created families is astounding. And it works for a while. But it's not working for me anymore. My first mother was not just "the girl." She gave birth to me. Without her my adoptive parents would have no family at all.<br /><br />I would have loved to communicate with my first mother once. Maybe speak to her. We could have talked about our art careers. I would have learned why events unfolded the way they did. Sadly, it looks like my search is at an end. DNA test results are not matching me with any cousins or family members close enough to make a difference. I know now that I am not Italian, the way I was brought up, but a mixture of Spanish, Irish, and Scottish. Three search angels were able to find only the exact same information that I found on my own. I have my birth name and the name of my first mother and that is all. If ever a person was forced to disappear from this earth, it was she.Julia Emilynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-53597437982976147852014-08-15T17:22:05.310-04:002014-08-15T17:22:05.310-04:00Libby,
We don't like the term "birthmot...Libby,<br /><br />We don't like the term "birthmother." Still, it is sometimes necessary to use it to reach a wide audience. Lorraine addressed this in a post several years ago. I've copied part of it below. For the full post, go to http://www.firstmotherforum.com/2009/12/they-call-me-biological-mother-i-hate.html<br /><br />"I am a mother who gave up my daughter for adoption. I am a mother who relinquished my daughter for adoption. I am a mother who surrendered my daughter for adoption. I am a natural mother. I am a biological mother. I am a first mother. I am a birth mother. I am a mother who was reunited with her daughter after 15 helllish years apart. I am a mother whose daughter committed suicide. I suppose that means I should write: I was a mother. I am a grandmother now--two grandchildren, one who acknowledges me, one who apparently does not want to know me. I am still her grandmother.<br /> <br />I am all these things, and I have millions of sisters. Together we should be able to change the world. But if the language we use must be rigidly pure before we can agree to work together to change the laws to protect more women from unscrupulous, biased laws designed to get babies away from their mothers (see previous post), we will never get anywhere. We will continue to fight over matters that do not forward our cause. We will accomplish nothing.<br /><br />I do not like the appellation "birth mother" any more than those of you who have written that in the comments," Jane Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09715622112694146946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-25814177003357230642014-08-15T16:42:45.165-04:002014-08-15T16:42:45.165-04:00I am happy for you to post on my facebook account ...I am happy for you to post on my facebook account however please do not use the term Birthmother history shows it is a demeaning term meant to distance mother and her child separated by adoption Libby EdwardsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-53375812535908410602014-08-10T09:07:49.508-04:002014-08-10T09:07:49.508-04:00Adoptamuss:
As a follow adoptee I am not here to ...Adoptamuss:<br /><br />As a follow adoptee I am not here to tell you how to feel. BUT, your amother did the best that she could because as your said: " A mom did it so she could work, because a dad didn't earn much, and a mom was better at earning. She actually became a dad's boss." Has it ever occurred to you that their are MANY "parents" that don't want to make the sacrifice and juggle work and family life ( many of today's bmoms have placed their second/third born because they don't "want to do it all over again"). Your mom was the bread winner and she thought she was balancing both by having you stay with your cousins while bringing in the income needed to keep a roof over your head and food in your stomach, which is more than what many of today's parents are willing to do.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00474706772888206301noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-67044001295310938772014-08-08T14:06:09.982-04:002014-08-08T14:06:09.982-04:00Very best wishes to both of you xVery best wishes to both of you xCherrynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-6695247789383658132014-08-07T22:56:40.548-04:002014-08-07T22:56:40.548-04:00Good luck and swift recovery Lorraine! Good luck and swift recovery Lorraine! Jamienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-60023722808704062902014-08-07T14:47:53.186-04:002014-08-07T14:47:53.186-04:00Both Jane and I will be away from the blog for a w...<b>Both Jane and I will be away from the blog for a while. My surgery is tomorrow and I am leaving home in a couple of hours. Not sure how much computer time Jane has right now. Please be patient. </b>Lorraine Duskyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18285341379272250245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-47599831557513743062014-08-07T14:45:43.575-04:002014-08-07T14:45:43.575-04:00Robin, you should know that I do understand what i...<br />Robin, you should know that I do understand what is going on--adoptees articulate it very well; I was just describing how it is to the outsider (that would be me) observing my husband's family--or even Jane's adopted brother, whose reason to not come to her second and important wedding was weird. But of course I understand what's going on. As for my husband, he barely keeps track of his blood cousins. <br /><br />Conversely, there is a cousin who kept better track of the family than anyone else. The one person who knew who here parents were would not tell her, not even on his deathbed. How cruel is that? Lorraine Duskyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18285341379272250245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-17780843861139816962014-08-07T11:04:47.502-04:002014-08-07T11:04:47.502-04:00I am an adopted person. When I attended a First F...I am an adopted person. When I attended a First Family reunion, there wasn't the type of discomfort for me that others have talked about. I also didn't particularly see similarities in appearances, mannerisms, etc. These were nice people for the most part. It was a nice vacation for me, and I got to meet some new people. They were kind and welcoming. However the culture in that group was very different than what I was accustomed to in my adoptive family.<br /><br />In the birth family, there was backbiting and alliance-forming. I'd talk to one family member, and they'd gossip about what they didn't like about another family member. Many people seemed to secretly disapprove of somebody else, and they aired it all to me, a stranger. In my adoptive family I never saw this happen. In the birth family, I noticed that cliques would form. Some family members were "in" and some were "out." I was "in" with everybody because I was new. It was certainly a fun time at the reunion. But I really never felt a sense of family or belonging. I just sort of took it all in.<br /><br />I attended two family reunions, but after that, it just didn't seem like it was worth the time or expense to keep going. And the alliance-forming thing really bothered me. I think I would have done better interacting with family members one at a time instead of in a big, overwhelming group. They are really nice, welcoming people.<br /><br />isolationnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-33889175336697179432014-08-07T10:06:22.879-04:002014-08-07T10:06:22.879-04:00Lorraine wrote:"There are adoptees (cousins o...Lorraine wrote:"There are adoptees (cousins of his) in my husband's extended family, but they kind of disappeared into the sunset."<br /><br />I was hurt when I read this because I think it shows a lack of understanding of what may be going on with an adoptee who seemingly doesn't want a continued relationship with the a-family. For many of us adoptees there is a question mark hanging over our heads, especially after the adoptive parents pass on, as to whether or not we really belong. There is an insecurity that we are not fully accepted or considered a member of the extended family. The question that comes to mind when I hear about adult adoptees being estranged from the extended family is, "What other family do they have? Are they married? Do they have children?" If the adoptee is from the BSE, s/he very likely doesn't even know who his parents are and even if they have reunited, it is highly improbable that the adoptee is fully integrated back into the original family as if s/he had never left.<br /><br /><br />Just recently I heard adoptive grandparents talking about their grandchildren and the one who is adopted was always referred to as the ADOPTED grandchild. The bio-grandchildren were referred to by their first names or as 'my granddaughter', 'my grandson'. Then another acquaintance was talking about her aunt and uncle and cousins and mentioned that since the aunt and uncle have both died she doesn't have any relationship with their children. Her reason is that her cousins are ADOPTED and to her that means they aren't family. Again, "Then what family do they have?"<br /><br /><br />The BSE was a social experiment based on many faulty premises. And one of the most damaging, imo, was the belief that if the original family was completely erased from the picture the child would more fully 'bond' to the a-family and be more completely accepted as family. Nothing could be further from the truth. The way it has turned out, in many cases, is that adoption is more like a long-term foster care arrangement with the child, now an adult, never being fully accepted the way a blood family member would be.<br /><br /><br />So what I ask of everyone who was raised in their bio-family and has adopted relatives, please be the one to reach out to the adoptees. Call your adopted family members, extend invitations, let them know that you want to include them and that you consider them family and always will. You may be surprised. They may be willing and eager to meet you more than halfway. Of course, I realize that every situation is different and that there can be various reasons that an adoptee has distanced him/herself. But I think there is a good chance that it is based on an insecurity about really belonging.<br />Robinnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-11814497290871798982014-08-07T08:36:49.530-04:002014-08-07T08:36:49.530-04:00Kat: I would have reacted the exact same way at a ...Kat: I would have reacted the exact same way at a first family reunion. I would have needed to be alone, to decompress. From what you wrote, they didn't really know how to treat you....how to react to you being there among them. The whole thing is a mess.<br /><br />I am also the one cousin in all my adoptive family that knows certain history, and which cousin belongs to who, etc. No one else in interested, and it is ironic, as you say.<br /><br />yes...being an outsider does make one very good at observing other people!Julia Emilynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-20861136211557232152014-08-07T03:48:00.699-04:002014-08-07T03:48:00.699-04:00Hugs all around. So many stories here are heartbre...Hugs all around. So many stories here are heartbreaking. I notice many adoptees disappearing "into the sunset", as Lorraine put it. I don't see most of my adoptive cousins anymore, either. I am so disconnected from them, it's astounding. I keep in touch by email with one cousin who lives quite a distance away. We really have nothing in common, but we get along, kind of like friends.<br /><br />This was supposed to be the better life I was given up in order to have. It was not better, just different. And I never really fit in. Glad I am not the only adoptee who feels this way. Julia Emilynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-78596517150330152572014-08-06T17:58:19.750-04:002014-08-06T17:58:19.750-04:00If I were you, I wouldn't share the video. If ...If I were you, I wouldn't share the video. If it bothers you, it will bother her even more. Let it be. She has enough to deal with without seeing happy pictures of her original family. <br /><br />You are a good woman, Tiffany. Lorraine Duskyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18285341379272250245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-36753782242231404602014-08-06T17:57:02.797-04:002014-08-06T17:57:02.797-04:00Just hugs. Just hugs. Lorraine Duskyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18285341379272250245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-49591771890395077722014-08-06T17:51:38.593-04:002014-08-06T17:51:38.593-04:00JE: I think what you describe is quite common amon...JE: I think what you describe is quite common among adoptees. There are adoptees (cousins of his) in my husband's extended family, but they kind of disappeared into the sunset. And I hear this commonly--about adoptees who moved far away (as in my daughter's adopted brother, who did not come back to her wedding). ignore reunions, etc. I don't mean these are bad adoptions or anything like that, but the link that binds people who don't see each other often is missing. Lorraine Duskyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18285341379272250245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-32901200672856606822014-08-06T17:50:27.784-04:002014-08-06T17:50:27.784-04:00I saw my adoptive cousins a lot when i was growing...I saw my adoptive cousins a lot when i was growing up. My adoptive mother sent me to stay with her sister for a few summers, and my cousins were my playmates, but i did not like them. I never felt like i belonged with them. it was hard because my a mom adopted me, and then sent me away.<br /><br />A mom did it so she could work, because a dad didn't earn much, and a mom was better at earning. She actually became a dad's boss. I hated that, and hated being sent away. i used to wonder why she bothered to adopt me, if she was just going to send me away. <br /><br />I was sent away for the summers from age 6-14,when i could finally be trusted to care for myself. <br /><br />Today I'm not in touch with any of those cousins. I never see them. I have no adopted siblings. My true family doesn't like me. It's me, my husband and our 4 children, and a mom.<br /><br />She lives with us, she's 85, and knows me better than anyone. I still resent her for adopting me and sending me away, but I guess she's the best mother I have. adoptamussnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-78437864987681253842014-08-06T16:05:33.617-04:002014-08-06T16:05:33.617-04:00JE wrote: "A reunion of my first family, even...JE wrote: "A reunion of my first family, even though the same blood is running through our veins, would throw me completely. They all share a history with one another, which I missed. They might try to make me feel welcome, but it would not work. I would be overwhelmed seeing people who might resemble me and might know the story that was always denied me. Try as they might....they do not know me, nor I, them. It would be very difficult for me to be in the middle of a gathering of people who are supposed to be my family, but missed my entire life."<br /><br />That was my experience. I went to two family reunions: one when I first met my mother, and one a destination reunion. It was overwhelming for me and all of us. I didn't know my first family's habits or their stories. I upset them inadvertently by taking time in my room to read, after listening to hours of them recounting how my grandfather or so-and-so did this and that. I didn't begrudge them their stories, not at all. It did hurt to know that I was absent for all of that history, and after many hours of listening, I needed to decompress. I didn't want them to stop talking, so I went to read. My mother came to my room to see what was up, and I told her that I was fine, just taking a little break because it was hard. She yelled out to the assembled group, "We have to stop talking because it's hurting her." Then I felt like a huge jerk, because that was never my intention. At the end, the entire all met for a last lunch and didn't tell me that they were meeting. I wouldn't have minded being left out, honestly; I *did* mind that they were meeting up and keeping it a secret from me. Enough secrets, I thought: I don't need to be treated with kid gloves, or like a child. We haven't spoken much since. It's all very sad.<br /><br />I grew up going to many afamily reunions, and yes, I know everyone in my aparents' families. I don't feel emotionally close to them, but I know all the stories of my aparents' generation, and of their parents'. Better than my acousins do. Quite ironic. <br /><br />My adoptee-outsider status is unfortunate, but it sure gave me good people-reading skills. <br /><br />Katnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-82624784300929235722014-08-06T14:54:27.217-04:002014-08-06T14:54:27.217-04:00This is timely for me, as an adoptive mom. My dau...This is timely for me, as an adoptive mom. My daughter's first mom went on vacation with her family this week and posted a video. I made the mistake of viewing at lunchtime, in my work cubicle. I was crying so much I had to escape to the bathroom. I couldn't help but view it through my daughter's eyes, seeing a missing little girl in each picture. Damn it, I'm getting all upset about it again... It really hurt to see all her family there, but not her. And I wonder if and when she stumbles across this video someday (I didn't save it for her, although I'm reconsidering and thinking maybe I should.... can't decide) she will hurt and feel left out. There were kids there not much older than her, cousins, I think, and I saw bits of her face in theirs.<br /><br />So much more I could say, but I'm still reeling from the emotions it brought on....Tiffanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-83681970219091351952014-08-06T14:47:15.590-04:002014-08-06T14:47:15.590-04:00That's the beauty of adoption is tears familie...That's the beauty of adoption is tears families apart to make another family. Those that have never been in reunion or experienced this can say how or what they would feel like but really does one know to be honest. <br />As a mother I can't comprehend growing up in a adoptive family. I can only imagine it must be hard especially if the adoptive family never acknowledges that the adoption can hurt. I know my son was hurt I see it. He was raised in a whole different type of family. <br />As a mother I try to understand but it is hard to do I have been in reunion since 92 and I am still saddened by the loss I see. Everybody, goes on with their lives without a thought living the lies that adoption creates to try to make another person whole. How many people are sacrificed to make one person whole. My opinion is way to many. Mothers and babies should be together. Those that want to adopt should really take a look at what they are doing to others. Oh, yeah, they are building a family...happiness on someone else's pain. Pitiful....Motherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04701407465248392373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-71267829995619712382014-08-06T13:29:48.930-04:002014-08-06T13:29:48.930-04:00I tried to get my mother to understand my feelings...I tried to get my mother to understand my feelings, but she cannot. <br /><br />The picnic was given by my father's sister. My father's family were the Kennedys of their little town. My grandparents were grand marshals of the July 4th parade years ago. The picnic/bbq was a July 4th tradition for many years. <br /><br />Mom is half balck and from the worst family in town. Her mom was a barlly who 7 kids with 7 different men, and some abortions too. Mom is her oldest. <br /><br />Mom had an illegal abortion of her first baby with dad, when she was 16 or so. Her mother knew the doctor. <br /><br />Dad married Mom when he learned of her second pregnancy, me. They planned to raise me but something went wrong. Dad says it was because they were both heroin addicts, Mom says she doesn't know why.<br /><br />They gave me away as soon as we were released from the hospital. they took me to the agency themselves. <br /><br />I think Mom still has a thing for Dad. She still thinks his family is the best. When i didn't want to go to the picnic I was insulting them. She went to the picnic with her kept son, from another man.<br />So my mother, father, mom's kept son and dad's kept son all went to MY famalies picnic. <br /><br />We are all estranged now. <br /><br />adoptamussnoreply@blogger.com