Lynn Grubb

  I was recently chatting with Jennifer Ghosten, podcaster over at Once Upon a Time in Adopteeland and she mentioned something that has been on my mind. It was the topic of healing.    I have always been of the belief that we may never completely heal from complex trauma caused by relinquishment; in fact, the world has yet to recognize that adoptees as a minority group have complex trauma.    However, I am committed to move toward healing by facing my fears, examining my triggers and processing the grief surrounding my adoption.  Once we can uncover who we are genetically, learn and understand many of the missing pieces of our heritage, our work is not complete.   If you consider yourself someone who leans toward a growth mindset, then you may want to attempt to uncover any false beliefs you hold lurking around and cause suffering. We all carry around false beliefs that were taught to us by our families, society, religion and people we have close contact with.    In my own healing jou

It was January of 1987 and I had just turned 21.  My long-term relationship was over and I stopped taking the pill.  Not long after, I found myself hanging over the toilet at work throwing up.  A co-worker who heard me helpfully suggested, “You better take a pregnancy test.” My roommate and I watched as the red line of the pregnancy test turned dark. The fear and disapproval of my parents loomed large and thoughts of birth, parenting or adoption not anywhere on my radar. With adrenaline fueled urgency, I called the Woman’s Clinic and scheduled the abortion right away. I was fortunate.   I had a job and a supportive partner.   We could afford to pay for the procedure out of pocket.   I was not forced into an unwanted ultrasound or a time-delay.   Roe v. Wade, Planned Parenthood and several clinics in my area provided options.  I decided to have the procedure done close to home.  This right protected me so when I was ready to have children later, I was still able to. ( Abortion is safe