Sunday, September 22, 2013

When Your Adoption Reunion Goes Bust (Hold on to the Good)

I wanted to do a post about "failed" adoption reunions because I hear from many adoptees who are in the same boat as myself. I don't like to view my adoption reunion as a failure. I have had many people (including other adoptees who have not taken the plunge themselves) assume that my reunion was a failure because there were certain outcomes that did not meet my expectations.

 I look at my adoption reunion as successful, even though the relationship with my mother could not last.

I have no regrets at all about my reunion. I had two decades to think about having a reunion with my mother and deal with all the emotional baggage that comes along with being raised in closed adoption.  At some point, I decided to hell with the outcomes, I was just going for it.  (I got in touch with my inner badass).

On some level I knew that my reunion with my first mother would not be a life-long relationship. Before I flew into Philadelphia, I had carefully prepared a photo album of my life for her because I secretly feared that we may only see each other that one time. I knew something was amiss after speaking with my mother on the phone, but I ignored the little voice that was trying to tell me something.   I just wanted my mother to have that photo album of my life in case at some point, she no longer had me.

My friend Vaseem who has walked this journey with me, said to me one time early in my reunion:

"Your finding your mother is probably going to be more important for her, than it is for you".

I could not totally understand what he meant at the time.  In the high emotions of finding my mother, I could not imagine that I would be more important to her than she was to me my whole life.  I figured she thought about me now and then, but finding her was one of my biggest life quests that thinking she could be affected as much or even more than me, was not yet registering on my radar screen.  Like all children (even adult ones) we tend to be self-centered.

This reunion was about me!  Once I was knee-deep into the reunion, and talked to other mothers-of-loss in the adoption community, it finally hit me that my finding my mother was a huge moment for her as well.  I jumped into reunion without being fully prepared for the many outcomes.  One of my blind spots is always to do things myself, instead of seeking out the guidance of others who have walked the path before me.

I don't know if my mother also went into a depression, almost got divorced and thought she had lost her mind, like I did -- I will never know, because our relationship could never get past the surface.  But even with the emotional hell I went through, I have no regrets.

I do know that whether my mother admits it or not, losing me was a profoundly painful experience.  And then realizing I was alive and well, must have been both painful and healing for her.  My reappearing in her life  forced her to face things in her life that she had successfully buried for decades.  I have never walked in her shoes and I can only imagine the difficulty she experienced upon giving me up and never knowing if I was o.k..

When your reunion goes bust, the healthiest thing you can do is hold on to the good.


My mother is beautiful.  I never thought I was beautiful growing up but since meeting my mother, I now see myself as beautiful too.  My mother is artistic.  I am proud of her for never giving up on her creativity.

Because my mother said yes to me, I learned I have siblings -- most importantly a sister. I always wanted a sister.  Somebody who I could tell secrets to growing up.  Fortunately, God gave me that person when he put Marla (another adoptee) in my life and house growing up.  We are still sisters to this day but it is still really cool knowing I have a sister-by-blood.

I have two really cool cousins that I just love to pieces.   My first cousin Jackie I met in 2011 in Florida.   It was amazing to see how much we are alike.  She is blonde and blue-eyed but my husband said our mannerisms are very similar.  Our daughters hit it off and it was such a wonderful two days we got to spend together.

My first cousin John (who lives 10 minutes from my house) is a local celebrity in my home town.  I ran into him last night at a Taste of Miami Valley and I couldn't stop hugging him.  I love that guy!  He welcomed me immediately into my new family and even brought me some photos of his family (including my mother) when they were living in Chicago.  I felt an instant connection with him upon our initial phone call (probably because he too is an adoptee). When I'm holding on to the good, I hold John in my heart.

My family tree on ancestry makes my heart happy every time I log in.  Every time my editor (Zack) adds another branch to my tree, I feel more connected to the human race.

Since my reunion, I have met many amazing people involved in the Adoptee Rights Coalition and now I too am part of that amazing group.  I have spoken to and corresponded with hundreds of adoptees around the United States and even beyond --

The door that opened me up to all these experiences was that day I sent $500.00 into The Cradle Adoption Agency, Post-Adoption Services.  The year was 2006.  And it changed my life.








10 comments:

  1. Making that decision to contact your mother with all the possible consequences which can occur is so brave. I hope my adopted children will one day have that opportunity, if that's what they want. That you have taken so much from that meeting, even if it wasn't the relationship with your mother you had hoped for, is wonderful to read about. All the new family members you have discovered and who now hold an important part in your life is wonderful.

    I would love it if you would link your blog post to The Weekly Adoption Shout Out #WASO, we really like to give a balanced view on adoption and would love to share the voice of more adoptees. If you'd like here's the link, open Friday to Sunday evening. http://theadoptionsocial.com/

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  2. Wow, Lynn, you said a lot of the same things I would have said about my reunion with my dad and my mother. I can't get enough of Ancestry.com...I get a huge grin on my face just knowing that those are the people, the lineage that I come from. I spent some time this weekend while my dad was visiting showing him HIS people and what I am able to find out...he was amazed. I also love looking like someone and have a much better image of what I look like and can see my beauty where I could not before. My father who adopted me could tell me I was pretty, but I never really believed it until the father who made me told me how beautiful he thought I was.

    My mother and I have recently reunited after a 9 year separation...I see myself in her as well, our personality, the way we both laugh, the freckles on our arms, our skinny calves.

    People who take all this stuff for granted haven't got a clue how priceless it is when you finally get what you prayed for your whole life!

    I also feel particularly connected to one of my first cousins...and she feels the same. KINSHIP.

    Lee H.

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  3. Hi Lynn. Like you, I was adopted. My birth mother is dead and I have not yet located my bio dead who could also be deceased. I went into this search knowing there might not be any happy reunions. That's fine with me. I just want information. I don't need parents in my life. My adoptive parents loved me and they're gone now. Thanks for sharing your experience.

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  4. I enjoyed reading this! My birth father is still living. My birth mother died young. I too embrace (literally when possible), the birth relatives I do have and love every minute of it!

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  5. Thanks for Linking up with The Weekly Adoption Shout Out, hope to see you again.

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  6. I too would like to attend the adoption reunion as twenty years back I adopted a child from this agency.
    Domestic Adoption Services At Adoption By Shepherd Care Florida

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  7. I'm so happy I found this site! I was so touched and agreed with the post "keep the good stuff', it is so true that we as adoptee's need to know something anything. To feel like we are truthfully a part of the human race. It is very traumatic being raised in a closed adoption. I imagine it would have been easier if I was told as a youngster being read about special babies that grow from you heart :) I was told when I was ten. It was devastating to me and I felt like my whole world just crashed. It only got worse as I went through puberty a year later with absolutely no self esteem whatsoever.

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  8. I so love my Adopted parents and have hesitated over moving forward (since I was about 15) with the fear of hurting them. In turn I have ached and been in emotional turmoil for many many years. It is true that I felt like I was a young tree with no true roots. Perhaps because I found out so late, I was just torn up inside with confusion and grief. GOOD NEWS I am now 53 (and my adopted parents are 87, and both in pretty good health). And I have finally done it!!! That is that I have filed away under FOIA (freedom of information act) and have just received my package!!! I have a beginning, a glimpse into my roots!!! I am so thrilled.

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    1. Hi puglezsmypug! Thanks for sharing your story:) I love to hear from people who are reading my blog -- it inspires me to keep on writing even on those days I am getting tired of adoption! Peace to you :)

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  9. I found my birth mother and siblings. My birth father is deceased. None of them have any interest in meeting me or talking with me. This seems so uncommon.

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