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https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-15174551/German-mayor-stabbed-adopted-daughter-17-police-believe-finding-bloodied-knife-clothes.html

German mayor 'was stabbed by adopted daughter, 17', police believe after finding bloodied knife and clothes

By PERKIN AMALARAJ, FOREIGN NEWS REPORTER

Published: 18:34, 8 October 2025 | Updated: 23:23, 8 October 2025

The newly elected mayor of a German town who was found at her home with stab wounds is believed to have been attacked by her teenage daughter, investigators said.  Iris Stalzer, 57, was voted in as the mayor of Herdecke on September 28 and is due to take office on November 1.  Police said emergency services were alerted shortly after midday on Tuesday by her daughter, who reported that Ms Stalzer had been seriously wounded outside her house in an attempted robbery.  Officers went to the house, where they found Ms Stalzer sitting in a chair with at least 13 stab wounds and determined that the attack appeared to have happened indoors.   She was flown to a hospital by helicopter, having suffered serious injuries, including a wound to her lung. Police said on Wednesday that she is now out of danger.  Investigators found two knives and clothing in the house, which are believed to have been used in the attack, and detained Ms Stalzer's 17-year-old daughter and 15-year-old son.  The evidence was found in her son's bedroom. Investigators also found that large blood stains appeared to have been removed before emergency services were called, though these were visible upon a deep inspection, according to Bild.  When questioned on Tuesday evening, Ms Stalzer pointed to her daughter as the suspect, police investigator Jens Rautenberg said.  There was no immediate information on the nature of the family conflict that preceded the stabbing.
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General Discussion / Parents trying to conceive after adoption
« Last post by Forgotten Mother on October 08, 2025, 12:11:41 PM »
Articles on parents trying to conceive after an adoption exist, though the research primarily focuses on the profound and enduring grief and health consequences experienced by parents. Studies show that for many, the force/illegl/decision to place a child for adoption involves ongoing feelings of maternal loss and physical/mental health impacts. While less information is available about parents' desires to have more children, existing data indicates this is a topic connected to the ongoing trauma of the adoption experience and the continued desire for a family.

Key Themes in the Literature

Disenfranchised Grief:
*  A significant theme in research on parents is the concept of disenfranchised grief, where their loss is not fully recognized or supported by society, leading to long-term emotional distress.
 Health and Well-being:
*  Research consistently points to continuing negative physical and mental health consequences for mothers following adoption, such as ongoing feelings of loss and inadequate self-worth.
 Attachment to the Unborn Child:
*  Even when a mother knows she will not be keeping the baby, deep maternal bonds can form, leading to lasting love and a desire to parent.
Limited Research on Post-Adoption Conception:
*  While there's extensive literature on the parent experience of loss and grief, research specifically detailing post-adoption family building and desire for more children is less common.

Finding Relevant Resources

Search Terms:
*  When looking for these types of articles, use terms such as "(natural) mother grief," "(natural) father experience adoption," "loss of child adoption consequences," and "(natural) parent trauma".

Academic Databases:
Utilize databases like National Institutes of Health (NIH) and ScienceDirect.com to access studies on the lasting effects of adoption on birth parents.
Adoption Organizations:
Check resources from adoption support organizations, which often provide articles and information on the adoption experience from various perspectives.
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https://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-15154935/Woman-long-lost-brother-30-years-mothers-dying-wish-meeting-him.html

'I loved you and didn't want to let you go': Mother's heartbreaking message from beyond the grave to son she was forced to give up for adoption as family find him after 30-year search

    Jayne meets her brother in this week's episode of Long Lost Family
    READ MORE: Scottish woman's heartbreak as she tracks down her birth mother after 50 years - only to find out she doesn't want to meet

By ALANAH KHOSLA, FEMAIL REPORTER

Published: 11:03, 2 October 2025 | Updated: 17:54, 2 October 2025

A woman whose older brother was put up for adoption has revealed her joy at finally meeting him after a 30-year search fulfilling their mother's dying wish.  Jayne Hadlow, 60, from Essex, met her brother Andrew for the first time this year.  The pair's mother Kathleen was unmarried when she had Andrew at the age of 21, and to her heartbreak, her strict Catholic parents put her son who she'd named Jeffrey up for adoption behind her back.  In 1994, at the age of 53, Kathleen sadly died of cancer, and her final wish was for Jayne to find her firstborn and tell him that he was loved.  'I still know that it hurt Mum to the depths of her soul to let him go,' Jayne told tonight's episode of ITV's Long Lost Family.

'She carried it with her for the rest of her life.'

'One of the final things she spoke about was Jeffery, and she said, "Jayne, when I'm gone, can you please find him for me; can you please tell him what happened, and tell him that I loved him and that I didn't want to let him go". She held my hand and she said, "Please, please make sure that you do it".'

Growing up, Jayne and her two younger brothers, Stephen and Jamie, were unaware of Andrew's existence.  But when she was 19, Jayne's life changed forever when her mother told her the truth.  Jayne explained, 'Mum was 21 when she had Jeffery. He was born two years before me. She went home one day and he wasn't there. My grandparents had the baby adopted. I can't imagine the pain of that. She carried that every single day.'

Kathleen was always the life and soul of the party, but there was one day each year when her mood and behaviour completely changed.  Their late father would always take Jayne and her siblings out on bonfire night, but Kathleen always refused to come.  The children would see her the next day and see that she was upset, her face swollen from crying.  Jayne explained, 'Bonfire night every year my father would take us out. We were just super excited to see the fireworks with dad, it was great.'

Despite the festive fun, they would always question why their mother wouldn't come. 'She wasn't her usual bright self.  We'd come back and mum would be in the bedroom and we wouldn't really see her until the next day. We could always tell she'd been upset and crying.'

It wasn't until Jayne was 19 that she discovered the reason behind her mother's sadness.  'She just said to me one day, 'I need to tell you something, you've got a brother; his name is Jeffery, and I had him adopted, well, I didn't have him adopted, he was adopted.  Jeffery was born on the 6 November, 1962. Bonfire night was the night that would bring all those memories back. Now I understand why she was so upset at that time of year.'

Piecing together her family's past, she visited her mother's home in Liverpool, where she was raised.  She said, 'My grandparents were not happy at all at mum being pregnant and not being married. They were very strict Catholics. They sent her away to the Isle of Wight. They were basically trying to hide it.'

Kathleen spent the duration of her pregnancy miles away from family and friends, and when it was time to have her baby, she returned to Liverpool.  'After she had Jeffery, I think the pressure from her parents probably got on her every single day.  I think she fought it as hard as she could, she wasn't going to let him go. But she came home one day and the baby wasn't there, he was gone.'

Jayne added, 'It hurt mum to the depths of her soul to let him go. She carried it with her for the rest of her life.'

Kathleen sadly died at the age of 53, and one of the last things she spoke about was her long-lost son.  Before Jayne went to the Long Lost Family team, she had exhausted all search options and hit a dead end.  However, thankfully, the team discovered that Jeffrey was adopted by a couple who lived in the Lake District and that his name was changed to Andrew.  The show's team of specialist intermediaries found that he is now living in Bristol, and wrote to him to reveal that he has a younger sister who is desperate to find him.  Host Nicky Campbell travelled to Bristol to meet Andrew, who welcomed the news that his birth family was searching for him.  Discussing his life with his adoptive family, Andrew told Nicky, 'I had a great upbringing, a great childhood, I felt a part of that family, they made me feel like a part of it. That's why I never went looking, it was that loyalty.'

However, after hearing the news of Jayne's search, Andrew was visibly taken aback and agreed to meet his birth siblings.  Meanwhile, co-host Davina McCall went to visit Jayne to share the news that her elder brother had been found, who was ecstatic, and after seeing an image, marvelled over Andrew's physical similarities to her mother.  She said at the time, 'Oh wow, I can see mum. Oh, I can't believe I'm actually seeing him! And I never had a big brother. Oh, how amazing.'

Jayne shares the news with her two brothers, Stephen and Jamie, who are also over the moon at the prospect of meeting Andrew.  At the end of the episode, in an emotional scene, the siblings finally had the reunion that Jayne had hoped for.  'As soon as I walked into the room, I just knew instantly that he was a part of me. He was part of our family.'

Jayne told her brother about her family's past, and they bonded over their similarities.  Andrew said, 'It's just incredible, the connection is there, and the instant warmth. Let's get on and fit in what we've missed in the past 30 years.'

He added, 'They couldn't have made me feel more welcome if they tried. It was fantastic.'

Jayne concluded, 'I feel like I've answered mum's request, so I know she'll be looking down, and she'll be so happy.'
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https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-15129155/My-mum-raped-grooming-gangs-predator-just-schoolgirl-police-failed-again.html

My mum was raped by a grooming gangs predator when she was just a schoolgirl and police have failed us again

    Do YOU have a story? Email p.thirunimalan@dailymail.co.uk

By PIRIYANGA THIRUNIMALAN, SENIOR REPORTER

Published: 14:46, 27 September 2025 | Updated: 14:46, 27 September 2025

Jodie Sheeran was just 14 years old when she was raped by a member of a grooming gang.  She was plied with Malibu before being taken to a hotel room by a group of older men for an 'Eid party'.  When she regained consciousness hours later she was horrified to find she had been raped and abandoned at a hotel in Blurton, Staffordshire.  When her parents rushed to the police station to see her, she was 'delirious' and 'under the influence', and was covered in a 'sort of a curry powder' all over her body.  After Jodie called the police on that night in 2004, a man in his mid-20s was arrested and charged, but in a devastating blow to the family, the CPS dropped the case the day before it was to reach trial.  Nearly two decades later in 2022, Jodie tragically died having never found justice.  And now the family, including Jodie's son Jayden, 19, who was conceived as a result of that traumatic night, have been left feeling let down by authorities once again.  Jodie's parents Ange and David were led to believe for years that a piece of evidence gathered following the attack was not available anymore, only to now find out that it still exists, but had not been viewed by prosecutors in their investigation.  Jodie had given a police interview on the night of the rape, but it has emerged the footage was not watched by the CPS as it 'was not shared with' them and they were not aware of its existence.  They were instead only provided with detailed notes of the interview.  The reason the tape never reached the CPS remains unclear as Staffordshire Police have confirmed the recording, which the family say they were repeatedly told did not exist, was available when the case was reviewed in 2019 and in 2023 when the investigation was reopened.  The CPS have said they requested all available evidence from the police when conducting the review, but were not provided with it or informed of its existence.  It was only in August this year that the CPS were made aware of the availability of the footage.  Ange told Sky News this week: 'I don't know if I've been misled [or] it was an accident.  To suddenly say evidence has been there all along and I've got every single letter, every email to tell me they haven't got the evidence any more and then it's emerged Staffordshire Police did have the evidence after all it was shocking really.'

David accused the police and CPS of not knowing 'what one another were doing', adding that the made failure has made them 'so angry'.  Jayden, who has been campaigning for his mum's justice relentlessly, said it 'feels like they've gotten away with it', and that while he's 'grateful' the evidence has been found, he questioned what has been done about it.  After watching the tape last month, the CPS concluded that the interview notes taken down by an officer was an accurate copy of what was said in the interview, and that their view that there was not enough evidence to charge the suspect remains unchanged.  A Staffordshire Police spokesperson said the interview was 'available to the senior investigating officers in 2019 and 2023' and a 'comprehensive written record' was provided to the CPS on both occasions.  They explained: 'In August 2025, a copy of the recording was provided to the CPS who conducted due diligence to ensure the contemporaneous written record of Jodie's ABE (Achieving Best Evidence) interview, that they reviewed in 2019 and 2023, was an accurate account of the video recording. They have confirmed this is the case.'

The CPS said reviews carried out in 2019 and 2023 found there was not enough evidence to charge the suspect with rape, and that while all available records were requested during these reviews, Jodie's video interview was not shared with them.  They added: 'The way the CPS handles these cases has changed significantly over the last two decades, however we recognise this offers little comfort to Jodie’s family and we continue to offer them our deepest condolences for the loss they have endured.'

A police spokesperson assured: 'Today, and throughout the investigation and reviews, our thoughts have remained with Jodie’s family and friends. We do not underestimate what they have been through.  A significant amount of work has been undertaken reviewing this case several times over the last eight years.'

The force said the Professional Standards Department at Staffordshire Police investigated a complaint from Jodie’s mother about the handling of this case in 2024 but no police failings were identified in the 2004/05 handling of the case and the investigation was 'to the required standard'.

They confirmed case has been submitted for further evidential review, adding that if any new evidence were to surface, it would be referred to the CPS 'for their consideration'.  Earlier this year, the Daily Mail conducted a sit-down interview with Jayden and Ange in which they detailed their fight for justice, and the everyday difficulties Jayden has faced as a child of rape.  Any opportunity of having a 'normal' relationship with his mum was 'robbed' from him before he was even born, and he has had to grow up knowing that his 'father' is a rapist who roams free.  He told the Daily Mail: 'Just growing up I always felt a bit different to everyone else.  I never called her mum. I always called her by her name. I never ever called her mum or anything like that. Just because I didn't know anything else.'

Jayden is now fighting for more support to be awarded to children of rape who are now officially recognised as victims in their own right under the Victims Bill and is also in the process of suing authorities over their failures to protect both Jodie and him.  Following her death to alcohol ketoacidosis, Jodie's mum Ange requested the CPS to reopen the case into her daughter's rape, but claims she was told to 'let it go'.  About a week or so after the rape, Jodie had to go to a clinic for sexually transmitted diseases, which is where it was found she was pregnant.  Jodie decided to keep the baby, but was moved to a safe house after she was met with threats from groups of Asian men to drop the charges, leading to her giving birth miles from home under an alias and using secret passwords.  When Jayden was born, Jodie is said to have held him up, looked at him, and said 'take him away now, get him off me'.

From just a few months old, Jodie's parents Ange and Dave took shared parental responsibility of Jayden and took the lead role in bringing him up.  Describing how his complex relationship with his mum has affected him, he said: 'It's mental. I can't describe how it makes you feel.  She was lovely with me, she would do anything for me, but our relationship was more like brother and sister.  All mates would say 'oh my mums making tea, this and that' and all my mates when I was at school used to ask 'why don't you call your mum, mum,' and I didn't know, I just thought it was normal. I hadn't even questioned it.  And now, knowing how my mum felt when she gave birth to me, that's sent me even more west.   The way I've been feeling over the last couple years it's hard to describe.'

The family say the effects of grooming, paired with the CPS' 'failure' to prosecute her rapist, meant Jodie struggled throughout her life to overcome the ordeal.  She would fall in and out of alcoholism and would find herself in abusive relationships.  But she would never mention her rapist, bar one occasion.  Ange said: 'She mentioned him to me once.  As Jayden was getting older, she turned round and said 'do you think he looks like...' and she said his name.  She said 'do you think he looks like him?   That was the only time she mentioned him like that. It was heartbreaking.'

While Ange knew the name of her rapist, she never came face-to-face with him.  Jayden, however, has had encounters with him, and says he now constantly 'looks over his back' as he speaks out about his mother's rape publicly.  He said: 'While my mum was alive, he rang me on the phone.  I was trying to get in contact with him, this was before she passed away, and he was saying to me that if I went to live with him that he'd look after me but that I'd have to follow his rules, this and that.  And he was saying that he needed to see me and my mum.  But I didn't even tell my mum I was speaking to him at this point so I said no.  After that I didn't get back in contact with him or anything like that.  But when my mum passed away a couple of years later, I'd gotten hold of him again and he was like 'I don't know who you are'.   He was nasty, you could tell he was a nasty man.  He was trying to meet up with me, and I didn't know what he was going to do if he met up with me so that's why I tried to keep myself to myself and kept my head down.  And then a few weeks ago when I finished work I saw him in a takeaway but he didn't even recognise me.  He didn't recognise me at all.  I knew it was him straight away and I thought 'if I say the wrong thing now I don't know what could happen'. It was very intimidating.  I did say 'do you know who I am' as I was leaving, and he came back with a nasty comment.  He said something like 'do you know who I am little boy?'  I just walked away.'

While Jayden and the family feel let down at the fact Jodie's rapist is still able to roam the streets, he says this is a wider scale issue and there are 'more out there' like him.  He said: 'He is just one of them.  I can't stand him, I'll never understand why he's done what he's done.  But he's just one of them, he's one of a bad bunch, and there's more out there like him.'

Jayden now has a son of his own.  He said: 'My partner at the time was pregnant when my mum was still alive so my mum knew I was going to have a baby.  And then it was the February after the November she died that he was born, so obviously I was still broken at this time.  It ruined mine and my son's relationship.  It was really bad.  Now having my own son, I know I never got to have that relationship with my mum, I was robbed of it.  That's why I now take a step up with my son because I never had a dad, so I'll be there for my son as much as I can.'

The family have recently detailed Jodie's story in a new documentary produced by Rotherham grooming gang survivor Sammy Woodhouse.  They are campaigning for the grooming gang inquiry to be taken seriously as they say they believe the issue is rife across the UK.  Jayden said: 'I presume this has happened in every single town, every city in Great Britain.  100 per cent it will be.  I'm determined to do whatever it takes to get it sorted. I'll do whatever it takes.'

Speaking of her grandson's plight, Ange looked at Jayden as she said: 'It's heartbreaking because it's ruined him for life.  Ruined him for life.  I used to have a lot of dreams and things like that but they're all out the window for me now', Jayden added.

'Hopefully I can find a way through but as it stands I don't see a way out.'  I didn't even know it was grooming'

Ange remembers vividly how her daughter's personality changed before she was abused by the gang.  However,  she admits that more than 20 years ago she had never heard of the term 'grooming'.   I didn't even know it was grooming back then, I didn't even know it was grooming,' Ange said as she spoke in the conservatory of their home.  It was only when I watched the drama Three Girls and Jodie was sitting next to me that I said 'oh my god, that's a replica of you.'  And that's when I knew then that she'd been groomed.'

Detailing how the grooming began when Jodie was around 13, she said: 'You could see a change in her, in her personality, her behaviour.  She was going missing, not coming in at the right time, things like this.  In 2003, my other daughter, Chantelle, she contracted meningococcal septicemia, and it was terrible. So she was rushed to A&E in an ambulance, and by the time she got to the hospital she was covered, she was black and blue.  Anyway, my husband went, and I had to stay because I had a baby at the time. And the hospital rang and said can all the family get up here you need to say your goodbyes.  So obviously she had to be resuscitated, sedated, everything like that. This was when we were living at the hospital.  Jodie had been her behaviour had changed, going missing, prior to this. But we must have been living at the hospital for about two months and in that time, this is when she was vulnerable.  I put my hands up, I couldn't give her the attention she deserved. I did my best with all of them but it was so so hard not knowing if your daughter is going to live or die. She was eleven years old.  So this is when she'd go missing. She wouldn't come the hospital with us. She'd physically try to jump out of the car, the bedroom window.  It was terrible. Honestly the amount of times I would report her missing because I was told to report her missing every single time which I did.  And then she'd arrive back early hours of the morning and they'd either leave her on my front door or my back doorstep and she was just out of it, completely from drink or whatever it was.  The police each time they brought her back they said 'look if she keeps doing what she's doing, she's putting herself in danger, if she keeps doing what she's doing, she's going to end up dead or raped.'  They knew what was happening at the time because they were finding her in cars with older men. They were all older than her, she was 14.  Not once were they in trouble. It was always Jodie, making out like she was that naughty girl, that tearaway, that runaway.'

Recalling the night the rape happened, she said she had once again reported Jodie missing to the police.  It was around 2 or 3am that they then had a knock on the door from the police, informing them that they had Jodie and that she was asking for them.  Ange said of when she got to Longton Police Station and saw Jodie: 'I'd never seen anything like it.  She was under the influence. She was delirious, delirious.   The reports after they tested her blood, they said the amount of alcohol in her system, she wouldn't have known what planet she was on because of her body weight.  Then she kept saying 'they've stabbed me, they've injected me with something', she kept pointing to her leg.  She was covered in like all this curry thing. It was all over her. I was like 'what have they done to you'.

CCTV cameras at Tollgate Hotel, Blurton, is said to have shown a group of older men taking Jodie up the stairs to a hotel room that night.  But, Ange added: 'That wasn't the only hotel she'd been to.  Because many a time we'd drive if we were out going cricket grounds or something and she'd say 'oh I've stayed there mum, been there, been there'.  She kept saying when she'd go missing 'well I've got a boyfriend.'

The gangs would groom her with gifts including mobile phones and alcohol, and would get her to meet up in spaces like car washes.  It was the gifts. She'd have like mobile phones and I'd be like where've you got that from?  She was 13. These men were about 24, 25.'

A Crown Prosecution Service spokesperson said: 'Our thoughts remain with Jodie Sheeran's family after her tragic death.  In 2005, the case against the suspect in Jodie's case was discontinued because the legal test for a prosecution was no longer met, a decision that was independently reviewed in 2019 by a different prosecutor who reached the same conclusion.  Child sexual abuse and exploitation are appalling crimes and since 2005 we have made significant investment in how we prosecute these complex cases.  This includes the recruitment of dedicated victim liaison officers across the country to better support victims of rape and sexual offences, and the creation of a dedicated Organised Child Sexual Abuse Unit to tackle these awful crimes.'
 
'My daughter's death is being used as a political game'

Both Ange and Jayden told of how they've tried every avenue they could to find justice for Jodie but felt that 'not one person in authority cared'.  Instead, they felt Jodie's death was being used by politicians for their own motives.  Ange told MailOnline: 'It's like they try and make it into a political game.  Some politicians they even said to me, 'well you know you need to change your votes'.  They were all blaming Keir Starmer.  Well the Conservatives have been in power and they're all the same.  I wouldn't vote for any of them.  They're trying to turn my daughter's death into a political game.  Every party that's been in power, none of them have done anything.'

The pair also criticised people's attempts to make it 'about race'.  Jayden said: 'It doesn't matter about the race in my opinion.  Look at me, I'm an Asian male myself, I know plenty of Asian males who I get along with very well.  It's not about race at all. I really want to get the point of it's not about the race, it's going on everywhere.  There's dirty males out there who just want to abuse women because they know they've got that power over women.  People will look at our story and try and throw shade on immigrants. This is nothing to do with that.  It's all races, it's everywhere. It's not one particular race.  I think people need to understand it's going on everywhere, it's all different races, and it's disgusting.'

Ange added: 'We've got a lot of Muslim friends because we were brought up in the cricket world, and we've got so many Muslim friends and they've been messaging us, sending us messages saying 'we apologise, we can't believe our Muslim community have done such a thing.'  They shouldn't have to do that, should they?  I think it's just a little minority in each town, it's just a little minority. A minority of our people are horrible too.  People are jumping on the bandwagon going 'deport, deport'.  No.'

On their lack of faith in the authorities, they told of how they feel ignored, with no politicians, police or the CPS willing to take their daughter's case or the overall grooming gang seriously.  Jayden said: 'It just feels like your wasting your time.  You go around in circles.  We even travelled all the way to London just to get our point across. It felt like they listened to what we had to say for ten minutes then told us to bugger off.'

Ange echoed his views, saying: 'Our local MP hasn't even had the decency to respond.  We just get turned away because no-one wants to talk to you at all, they don't want to get their name involved in something like this.  Every time I've gone to anyone, nobody has wanted to help. There's only Sammy Woodhouse that helped me. That's because she's a lived-in experience.  I lost faith in the police, the CPS, social services. I've lost all my faith in everyone.   There is not one person in authority that cares. Not one.  It just makes you think what would they do if it was one of their children.  One of the police officers couldn't even get her [Jodie] name right when I went to the independent review.  I was in tears.  My MP just got up and walked out without even saying 'I'm just leaving the room'.  And their parting words basically were 'you've got to let this go, you're fighting a losing battle' sort of thing.'

The documentary on Tousi TV has now been made free for the public to watch on YouTube.  Jayden said: 'That's why we're grateful for the documentary coming out because it's not coming out from the government or anything.  They've not done this.  My nan has had to go out of her own way while she is going through all this to do it herself.  Which in my eyes are unbelievable.  You get all different politicians and nothing gets done.  Every year it gets worse.  I don't really have much to do with governance or politics. I just know the governments are all the same.  They're just trying to get that promotion.  We lost faith in the authorities a long time ago.'
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https://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-15066945/My-baby-died-birth-wasnt-allowed-hold-42-years-later-emailed-learned-horrific-truth.html#newcomment

My baby died at birth and I wasn't even allowed to hold him. Then, 42 years later, he emailed me out of the blue and I learned the horrific truth

By DIANE SHEEHAN

Published: 01:47, 5 September 2025 | Updated: 08:12, 5 September 2025

As I opened the email, I was transported back more than 40 years. Back to a stark hospital room and a cold stainless-steel trolley where I lay, naked, bleeding, terrified and alone.  Violent tremors shook my body as the trauma of that terrible day in September 1976 came flooding back. Shameful memories I’d been so careful to keep locked away were suddenly screaming for attention. I read the words on my phone again and again. This couldn’t be true, it just couldn’t.  A 42-year-old man called Simon had written to me out of the blue, to say he believed I could be his mother. He’d been adopted at birth and the dates and location certainly tallied; I had indeed had a baby that day, in secret, as a woefully naïve, unmarried 21-year-old.  But Simon couldn’t be my son, because my baby had died. The midwives had whisked it away, without even telling me if I’d had a boy or a girl, before returning to tell me, dispassionately, that the baby was dead.  There were no comforting words, no ‘sorry for your loss’. To everyone at the hospital, I was nothing short of a disgrace and my baby’s death just punishment for my terrible sin.  And so, for four decades, I’d not spoken a word about it: not to my family or friends not even to my husband and two children. I swallowed my grief and shame, but it never left me.  But could this stranger be telling the truth?

Had my baby survived?

With trembling fingers, I opened the photos Simon had included with his message.  There I saw one of his daughter: a small, smiling girl, with my exact dark blonde curls and hazel eyes. It honestly felt like I was looking at a picture of myself as a child.  In that moment, my whole world turned upside down. Forty-two years after leaving hospital with nothing but a broken heart and buried trauma, I was finally on my way to learning the shocking truth.  Like thousands of unmarried mothers across the world, I’d been a victim of a heinous scandal. Such was the shame of having a baby out of wedlock back then, that up until the late 1970s thousands of children were adopted against their mother’s wishes.  In my case, the authorities went one step further by lying to me that my baby had died, so I didn’t even get a chance to object.  Of course, no statistics exist citing how many poor young girls were victims of this particularly cruel crime. If, like me, they’d kept their pregnancy secret, possibly hundreds went to their graves never knowing their child had lived.  Although I count myself as one of the lucky ones as I eventually discovered the truth, at the age of 63, my fury was intense.  It was more than anger; it was a sense of total disempowerment. These strangers had taken control of my life, because they thought that they knew better, and treated me like rubbish to be swept away and forgotten.  I was born in 1955 to a strict Catholic family, the eldest of five children, and raised in Wellington, New Zealand.  We went to a religious school and church three times a week. Our ‘sex education’ if you can call it that consisted of quite frankly ridiculous ‘advice’ such as never to sit on a bus seat after a boy, as you could get pregnant.  When I left home at 19 to work in a pub in Sydney, Australia, mum had slipped me a booklet about anatomy under the bathroom door, but even then I had only the sketchiest ideas about biology and how babies were made.  From Sydney, I got an au pair job in Canada, where I lived an ideal life, riding horses on the family’s land. And it was here, aged 20, that I fell in love with Jason, a handsome man ten years my senior, who lived on a nearby farm.  Of course, when we began having sex, we didn’t use contraception. Utterly naïve, and hopelessly in love, it just didn’t occur to me.  When Jason got a job in California I went to visit him for a weekend but missed my flight home. When I returned, my employer was furious and sacked me on the spot. No job meant no visa, so I had to return to New Zealand.  I was devastated. By then Jason was travelling and, while I considered writing to his old farm in the hope they might be able to pass on a message, since they didn’t know about our relationship, I eventually decided not to.  A month later I got another job in Sydney, at a horse farm run by a Catholic doctor, Mark, and his wife, Alice. When I started feeling nauseous, I initially put it down to heartbreak. Yet I’d seen enough on the farm to understand what my swelling stomach signalled.  Denial and guilt are a powerful combination, however, so I hid in baggy dungarees and worked from sunrise to sunset, deliberately leaving myself too exhausted to think about the future.  My feelings of shame were so intense I didn’t consider telling anyone not my family, or even Jason. But there was only so long I could maintain my state of denial.  One night in September 1976, when I was 21, my contractions started. By morning, the pain was so intense, I staggered to the main house begging for help, saying I had dreadful stomach-ache.  Alice drove me to the local doctor. I heard him say, ‘oh my God’ as he removed my overalls, and I saw the shock and anger on Alice’s face when the truth hit her.

She refused to even go with me to the hospital.  The same attitude greeted me on the labour ward, where one glance at my ringless left hand told the medical staff everything they needed to know.  I’ve managed to block out most of the details of the birth: the agony, the terror and the strange silence that descended as my baby was bundled up and spirited away in a stranger’s arms.  I never heard him cry. I never even saw his face. I was left naked, bleeding, freezing and sobbing on the hospital trolley.  What happened next is still a horrible blur; I can’t remember the specific words used, but I know a woman returned to tell me my baby hadn’t survived.  At that moment, I shut down, without the strength to ask any questions, telling myself I deserved this.  The next thing I remember, some paperwork was thrust into my hand, and a cold voice told me I couldn’t leave until I’d signed the discharge papers. Like a robot I did what I was told.  I was in turmoil, and without anyone to comfort me. Nobody knew about my pregnancy except Alice and Mark, and their house was the only place I had to go.  I can’t recall how I got there, I just remember walking into the house and no one uttered a word. They didn’t ask about the baby, or what had happened nothing.  It was such a dark time. But how could I grieve a child I’d tried so hard to pretend I’d never carried?

I did the only thing I could think of; I put it all Jason, the pregnancy, the baby in a mental box and slammed it shut.  Later that year, when a visiting vet offered me a job elsewhere in Sydney, I left Alice and Mark’s house without saying goodbye.  A new Diane had replaced the naïve, trusting girl who’d first left home at 19 a young woman hardened to the world and determined never to be made to feel so powerless again.  I ploughed all my energy into work, going on to study veterinary science at university and qualifying as a vet.  In 1983, I met Ian, another student. He was my first sexual partner since Jason but, having now abandoned my faith, our relationship felt fun and exciting free from the guilt I’d previously felt.  We went on to marry in 1987, yet I never came close to sharing my terrible secret with him; while he might have been supportive, I didn’t want to risk ruining my fresh start by opening Pandora’s box.  In 1991, our daughter Sarah was born. The pregnancy was a world away from my first one; now, everyone was so happy for me, and I felt loved and respected.  As for the birth itself, it was night and day compared with my previous labour.  And yet, after Sarah was taken to be weighed and measured, I didn’t automatically hold out my arms to get her back. I was frozen. The nurse had to gently ask, ‘Do you want to hold your baby?’

When I did, the wave of love I felt was incredible. Cradling my beautiful daughter in my arms, it hit me: this one I get to keep.  I promised her I wouldn’t let a day go by without me telling her how much I loved her.  I adored motherhood, and at times watching Sarah I’d find myself thinking ‘What if ....?’

Yet I’d quickly push those thoughts away.  When our son Daniel was born two years later, I felt the same fierce love of a woman who knows what it’s like to not bring a baby home. Somehow, 25 years passed. The children grew into happy, healthy adults and, although my marriage didn’t last, I was living a good life, filled with love.  Then one evening in December 2018, I’d been out for dinner with Daniel and on my return noticed an email on my phone from an unknown address.  It was long, and at first only certain phrases jumped out at me. That Simon, the writer, had been adopted at birth, from the same hospital I’d attended, and had recently taken a DNA test, which had led him, via a long, convoluted path, to me.  He’d found a picture of me online and had immediately recognised a similarity to his own daughter, then three.  While some people might have thought it was a mistake, or a scam, when I saw the picture of Simon himself, I was left in no doubt. He was the image of Jason. I knew, just knew, that this 42-year-old man was my first-born child, and that the hospital authorities had lied to me.  Those ‘discharge’ papers at the hospital?

They must have been adoption papers. The cruelty took my breath away.  I had no idea where to turn to or what to do.  Frantically googling for answers, I found The Benevolent Society, which supports people affected by adoption.  The very next day, I found myself sitting in their office with a counsellor.  For the first time in 42 years, I talked about my past. Everything I’d bottled up for decades, all the pain, fear, guilt and shame, came pouring out as well as my new-found anger.  The counsellor told me there had been thousands of forced adoptions in Australia in the past and, shockingly, telling unmarried mothers their babies had died wasn’t uncommon.  With her help I was able to sit down and write a reply to Simon a few days later.  ‘There’s no easy way to say this,’ I wrote. ‘But when you were born, I was told you’d died.’

I tried to explain the impact that losing him had on my life, and told him about Sarah and Daniel, his half-sister and brother.  Without my counsellor I’d never have made it through; my emotions were in free-fall. I was grappling with exhaustion and guilt at hiding this bombshell from Sarah and Daniel, as well as the awful fear that when they did discover it, they’d judge me.  I knew I’d have to tell them at some point, but I needed to meet Simon first, to get my facts straight.  In follow-up emails, Simon explained he’d been adopted at birth by a lovely couple who adored him. Though he always knew he was adopted, he’d had a wonderful childhood.  After becoming a father himself he decided he wanted to find his birth parents, and he’d registered his DNA on an ancestry website, which led him to Jason’s family in Canada.  Jason had recently died, but a relative remembered him mentioning his old girlfriend Diane in Australia, and he’d managed to trace me. When he did, he realised his ancestry results had linked him to some of my relatives too.  Of course, Simon was devastated to learn about the terrible circumstances of his birth. Like me, the sheer cruelty of it astounded him.  His adoptive parents had been kept in the dark too; they’d been told I had chosen to give Simon up but wanted him to be raised by a Catholic family, and for years they’d even sent me letters and photos showing his progress to an address they’d been given. Who knows where they ended up.  The next month I flew two hours from my home in Brisbane to meet Simon.  I was almost hyperventilating with fear. Would blood be enough to bring us together, or would Simon decide he didn’t want me in his life after all?

And what would all this mean for Sarah and Daniel?

Then suddenly I was walking through arrivals and saw him, holding a bunch of white flowers. All my fears flew away, and I fell sobbing into his arms the first time I’d ever held him. He didn’t feel like a stranger at all.  Our conversation about his family and mine was warm and easy.  I couldn’t stop staring at him, unable to believe I could reach across the table and touch him. It felt impossible, yet wonderful.  It was hard to say goodbye the next day, but there was one huge hurdle I needed to clear: I had to tell Sarah and Daniel my secret.  Two days later, I invited them over for a dinner, shaking with nerves as we sat down.  Hearing my shocking story, they were incredible; hurt and horrified for me, yet excited to meet their new half-brother.  My relief was indescribable; I fell asleep with a smile on my face for the first time in decades. It was only after it lifted that I realised the true weight of what I’d been carrying all these years.  A few weeks later, we were all sitting in a busy restaurant in Brisbane, sharing food and laughing. Looking around at my three children was overwhelming, and I felt a sense of peace that had once seemed impossible.  There were still more emotional moments to come, like telling my siblings and seeing their shock and sadness, though they were all supportive. My parents had died years before.  In 2019, a year after Simon’s email, I met his adoptive parents. Though what happened at his birth is so sad, I’m glad he found such a loving family.  I investigated pursuing the matter with the hospital where I’d given birth, but was told the buildings had been demolished and the records destroyed.  I decided not to pour my energy into a fight I probably wouldn’t win, and I refused to let bitterness consume me. Instead, I chose peace, to live for now and spend the time I do have with my incredible family.  It isn’t always easy. The anguish of those lost years, and the love I could have given Simon, is a wound that will never heal.  Still, our relationship is wonderful, comfortable and peaceful. We see each other every month and talk or text three times a week.  I’m so proud of the kind, caring person, and amazing father, he is and the incredible bond we have built against all odds.

*  Names have been changed

*  As told to Kate Graham
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https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-15048347/minneapolis-shooter-robin-westman-adopted-daughter.html

The family secret that Minneapolis shooter's mother kept hidden for two decades

    READ MORE: What really happened to Minneapolis shooter's 'missing' mom

By DANA KENNEDY IN MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA

Published: 00:32, 30 August 2025 | Updated: 06:53, 30 August 2025

The mother of Minneapolis shooter Robin Westman appeared in a movie about her reunion with a daughter she put up for adoption as a child, the Daily Mail can reveal.  Years after giving up her baby, Mary Grace Westman, now 67, went on to became a devout Catholic and anti-abortion activist who once held a crucifix in protest outside a Planned Parenthood clinic.  Mary Grace has so far refused to cooperate with police seeking information about her son.  She flew to Minnesota on Wednesday afternoon, within hours of the shocking attack at the Church of the Annunciation Catholic School that left two children dead and 18 injured.  Faryl Amadeus, 44, a Los Angeles-based filmmaker, wrote and directed the film 'Mary Meet Grace' in 2021, a fictional retelling of her real-life reunion with her biological mother, Mary Grace.  In interviews, Amadeus - who grew up in Brooklyn, New York, with her adoptive family and was then known as Rachel Millet has since formed a close bond with Mary Grace.  Amadeus, who did not return calls or emails from the Daily Mail, writes on her website that she was adopted and 'shipped from Kentucky, like a box of whiskey' to New York.  'I was in foster care for a month before I was adopted, and that family sent me a card every birthday,' Amadeus said in 2021.

'It meant so much to me to know I wasn't just, like, in a basket somewhere.'

Amadeus was adopted by the Millet family in Brooklyn. The woman believed to be her adoptive mother, Jamie Millet, was not reachable by the Daily Mail on Friday.  Amadeus told the Nerd Daily in 2021 that her film was 'inspired by that intense yearning an adoptee can feel for who they are and where they come from'.  'My birth mother, who appears in the film, found me in 2005 and we later reunited with my bio dad in 2012. The emotional mystery of adoption could fuel countless stories,' she added.

'I love being adopted. It's strange and sad and wonderful.'

Amadeus writes about her birth mother contacting her in 2005 and eventually travelling to Minnesota to meet her 'five half-siblings', who include Robin Westman.  On social media, Amadeus has posted photos of Mary Grace and her half-siblings, including transgender Robin, born Robert Westman.  Mary Grace did not return messages from the Daily Mail on Friday, nor did Ryan Garry, the criminal defense attorney she hired this week in Minneapolis.  FBI agents descended on Mary Grace's first floor condo in Naples, Florida, on Wednesday after she reportedly refused to cooperate with authorities investigating the mass shooting.  But she had already flown to Minnesota, in such a hurry that she called a friend to tell her she feared she had left the patio door open. Police were dispatched to check on the home's security.  Robin Westman graduated from Annunciation Catholic School in 2017. Mary Grace used to work at the school's church but retired five years ago, social media posts show.  Amadeus's last name is courtesy of her husband of many years, Nick Amadeus, also a native New Yorker who is a writer and composer. Among other projects, he co-wrote the screenplay for the 2021 film Separation, co-starring Meryl Streep's daughter Mamie Gummer.  He is the son of actor and writer John Scoullar and actress Linda Robbins, who appeared in the original Broadway production of Amadeus, which her son chose as a stage name.  The couple have two daughters and currently live in LA, according to information online. Faryl received a BFA from NYU's Tisch School of the Arts.  Mary Grace's brother, Robert Heleringer, a longtime Louisville member of the Kentucky House of Representatives. He told the AP this week that he was Robin Westman's uncle but hardly knew his nephew.  He hung up on a Daily Mail reporter on Friday.
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Korean adoptees in the US and Europe are finding their families. Reconnecting is much harder
By Yoonjung Seo, Hanna Park and Hilary Whiteman, CNN
Updated 7:36 PM EDT, Sat August 2, 2025
Seoul CNN 

Marianne Ok Nielsen never wanted children, or a family of her own. She used to tell friends she didn’t feel worthy of that kind of life.  For most of her 52 years, she believed she’d been abandoned by her parents as a baby; found on the street in 1973 by police in Daejeon, South Korea, a city about 90 miles south of the capital Seoul.  “I was discarded like garbage. Nobody wanted me.  That’s what I was,” said Nielsen, who grew up in Denmark, the home of her adoptive parents. “When your mom doesn’t even want you, who would want you? Can you then be loved by anyone?”

Her Danish mother, who passed away last year, once told Nielsen that her birth mother had probably “given her up out of love” because she couldn’t afford to raise her.  It was a story likely told to console a child, but one that provided cover to a lucrative business built on the “mass exportation” of babies some with fake names and birth dates to foreign parents in at least 11 countries, South Korea’s Truth and Reconciliation Commission reported this year, in the first official recognition of the scale of the injustice.  The commission found more than 141,000 Korean children were sent abroad between the 1950s and 1990s, primarily to the United States and Europe. In a society that shunned unwed mothers, some women were pressured to give up their infants soon after giving birth. Others grieved stolen children.   Han Tae-soon, 73, still recalls the sound of her 4-year-old daughter’s laughter as she skipped off to play with friends outside their home in Cheongju, South Korea, a provincial city about 70 miles south of Seoul, in 1975.  “I was heading to the market and left Kyung-ha with a couple of her friends,” Han told CNN. “When I returned, my daughter was gone.”

Han, then 22, would not see Kyung-ha again until decades had weathered them both. Nielsen, seeking her own family in circumstances similar to Han’s, also finally met the mother she thought had dumped her like trash.  After a lifetime of separation, the cruelty of South Korea’s foreign adoptions is only now becoming clear as reunited children and mothers struggle to communicate through different languages and cultures.  Han’s baby now has a life of her own in America. And in Nielsen’s case, time and old age have robbed her mother of most memories she ever existed.

A fake abandonment

Growing up in the small Danish town of Gedved, Nielsen said she longed to be “more Danish than the Danes.”

“I would avoid looking myself in the mirror because I was trying so desperately to be White trying so desperately to convince everybody else that I was White,” she said. If her parents didn’t want her, she didn’t want anything to do with them or Korea.

Nielsen said she didn’t question her origins until, when she was an adult, a four-year-old boy the son of a man she was dating asked where her birth mother was.  When she explained that she couldn’t find her because no records remained, the boy said, “If somebody had done that to me, I would cry all the time!”

In that moment, Nielsen realized she’d suppressed her feelings her entire life. “Maybe a small baby inside of me has also been crying all the time,” she said.

In 2016, she took a DNA test through 325Kamra, a US-based non-profit organization helping Korean adoptees to reunite with families.  For years, there were no results. But last May, everything changed.  She received a text message: “A possible family match has been found.”

Her older brother had registered his DNA with Korean police, hoping to locate his missing sister.  Nielsen had finally found her family.  “For 51 years, I believed I was abandoned in the street, that I was an orphan. I never imagined in a million years that I had a family, and that they had been searching for me,” she said.

An alleged abduction

When Han’s daughter Kyung-ha went missing, the family combed watermelon fields near their home, fearing she may have wandered off and drowned in a waste tank.  Han visited police stations daily, begging for help to find her missing child. But when pressed for information, authorities suggested she consult fortune tellers for answers, she said.  In 1981, she opened a hair salon in Anyang, southwest of the capital, and hung an old photo of Kyung-ha in the mirror for customers to see.   She visited radio stations, distributed flyers, and appeared on a television program in 1990 that led to a tip and a painful deception. A 20-year-old woman came forward to claim she was Kyung-ha, and when questioned by Han, seemed to give enough answers to confirm her identity. “I asked, ‘What does your dad do?’ and she said, ‘He drives a taxi.’ So, I brought her back with me,” Han said.

Han’s husband, however, was unconvinced. “That’s not Kyung-ha,” he told her as she stepped through the gate of their home.

Still, Han, desperate for closure, opened her home to the stranger.  Han would not learn the truth until two years later, when the young woman prepared for her wedding.  “The moment I saw you, I thought, ‘I wish that woman were my mom,’ so I lied,” she admitted, Han said.

The woman, who had been abandoned at an orphanage by her own mother, packed her belongings and left town.  So, like Nielsen, Han turned to DNA testing through 325Kamra for proof of a genetic link.  Like Nielsen, Han found a match.  Her missing daughter Kyung-ha was now living in the United States under the name given to her by her adoptive parents, Laurie Bender.  Bender’s child had submitted her mother’s DNA to the same agency nearly a decade ago in search of answers, Han said.  In all the years Han searched for her child, she said she never thought to look beyond South Korea.  “I thought she might have been taken in by a childless couple within Korea or, if she was alive, living somewhere in the country,” Han said. “The idea of adoption especially international adoption never crossed my mind.”

Bender did not respond to CNN’s interview request, but in 2019 she told South Korean television network MBC that on May 9, 1975, she’d “followed a lady onto a train.”

“I ended up going to the end of the line at the train station. I went to the police station that was right there, and they put me in a Jeep and took me to the orphanage,” she said.

Han alleges the woman lured 4-year-old Kyung-ha to a train station in Jecheon, roughly 40 miles from their home, and abandoned her. “Even now, I don’t know who that lady was,” Han said.

Han says the police drove Kyung-ha to Jecheon Infant Home, then headed by director Jane White, an American missionary. Records show that in February 1976, nine months after her disappearance, the child was sent to the US.  The travel document issued by South Korea’s Ministry of Foreign Affairs, which authorizes international travel for adoption, replaced her last name, in Korean, with that of White, and listed the address of Holt Children’s Services as her own.  Jecheon Infant Home told CNN in a statement that White, now 89, is unable to move or communicate after suffering a “sudden illness” in April 2020.  “Since no one other than Jane White can accurately confirm the details of that period, we ask for your understanding that we are unable to respond to Ms. Han Tae-soon’s allegations,” the statement said.

CNN has reached out to Holt Children’s Services for comment.
Identities lost, falsified and fabricated

Holt International was founded in the 1950s by American couple Harry and Bertha Holt, Christians who adopted eight Korean children after the Korean War and set out to replicate their experience for other families.

At the time, South Korea was recovering from grinding post-war poverty, and records show a notable increase in international adoptions as the country’s authoritarian rulers pushed for rapid economic growth in the 1970s and ’80s.

In 1977, Holt International separated from its Korean entity, Holt Children’s Services. Last October, Holt International said in a statement it was one of many private agencies facilitating “adoptions from Korea during the 1980s.”

“Reports of unethical or illegal adoption practices” were “alarming,” the statement said, but added that many news reports omit the social pressures on unwed mothers to give up their babies.

“We remain committed to assisting Korean adoptees and adoptive parents with their questions and concerns,” Holt International told CNN in a statement.

The commission found that Korea’s Special Adoption Act for Orphans in 1961 expedited international adoptions after the Korean War and later included the babies of unwed mothers, abandoned infants and children deemed to need “protection.”  All adoption-related processes were entrusted to private adoption agencies which lost, falsified or fabricated the identities and family information of many children, the commission’s report said.  Large numbers of children endured long flights without proper care, according to the report, which included a black-and-white image of infants strapped into airline seats on a flight out of South Korea to Denmark in 1984.  Yooree Kim, now 52, remembers being on a similar flight to France, and trying to comfort the crying babies strapped into seats next to her by stroking their faces and letting her hair brush against their skin.    Then 11, Kim was much older than the babies around her. She and her younger brother had a happy early childhood in Korea, but after their parents divorced, they moved in with their grandparents.  When their grandmother was diagnosed with tuberculosis, they went back to their mother, but money was tight, so she placed them in a private childcare facility in May 1983.  The move was supposed to be temporary, but by that Christmas, Kim and her brother would be sent to France.  Kim said she was told their parents had “abandoned” them. She said she was abused by her adoptive father in France, allegations he denied before his death in 2022, according to Kim.  Ten years after her adoption, Kim returned to Seoul in 1994 and discovered the truth.  “When I first met my mother, she cried and told me she had nothing to do with my adoption.  My father got down on his knees and apologized. He told me he had nothing to do with it either,” she said.

Kim said her mother told her she used to work at an orphanage and trusted the facility to take care of her children, but when she went back to retrieve them, they had gone.  For Kim, finding her family wasn’t enough. She wants full transparency from everyone involved in what she calls a traumatic and deeply flawed process.  While the commission does not have mandating powers, it recommended that the government and private adoption agencies apologize for their role in violating children’s rights.  South Korean adoptions are now subject to stronger oversight. Under a law passed in 2023, private agencies must transfer all remaining records of international adoptions to the National Center for the Rights of the Child, a government agency, this month.  And from October, South Korea will be bound by the Hague Intercountry Adoption Convention that sets international standards to protect children against abduction, trafficking or sale.  But families torn apart by forced adoptions say that’s not enough.  “I want an apology and compensation,” Kim told CNN.

The reunions

After several phone calls with Han, Bender flew to Seoul in 2019, where the pair reunited at the airport. Han had held on to the image of her daughter as the lively 4-year-old clinging to her skirt. But she was faced with a woman shaped by 44 years of separation.  “The first thing I asked her was, ‘Why did you go to America?’ I had never imagined she could be there,” Han said.

Her hands, trained by three decades of hairdressing, sought proof of her daughter’s identity that her eyes couldn’t provide. Stroking her daughter’s head, tracing her scalp and even feeling the shape of her ears, Han was certain. “This time, it was really my child. The texture of her hair can’t be stolen.”

A pair of shoes further confirmed Bender was Kyung-ha. She’d kept the shoes she wore on the day she went missing.  “The rubber had deteriorated after 44 years. They had crumbled and flattened, but the shape was still there. She had kept the shoes all this time,” Han said. “Can you imagine how much she must have wanted to find her parents?”

Han, who carries herself with unabashed resolve, speaks with a feisty candor after years spent grappling with grief.  She is angered by the lost time and the language barrier that now stands between her and her American daughter.  “If we hadn’t been separated back then, I would be able to say everything I want to her now,” Han said. “But now, even when I try to talk to her, there’s so much misunderstanding. Even after reuniting, we feel like strangers because we can’t truly communicate.”

Han still resides in Anyang, tending to a life shaped by loss. Her spotless three-bedroom apartment, tucked in a quiet complex, is filled with photos of Bender’s younger brother and sister. Bender’s photos are there, too, but a gap exists between images of her as a baby and the adult she is today.  Last October, Han was among the first known Korean birth parents to sue the government, the orphanage and Holt Children’s Services the country’s largest adoption agency for damages over wrongful adoption. Her case is due to return to court in September.  For Han, the fight is not just a way to reckon with her loss it’s about accountability. She’s seeking monetary damages but says no amount of compensation will make up for what was taken from her.  “I want to reveal the truth. Why? Because the government stole children and sold them,” she claims. “They didn’t choose to go adoption was forced upon them by the government.”

“Still, if I win the lawsuit, it might bring me a little bit of comfort a small sense of relief,” Han said. “The government needs to acknowledge its wrongdoing and apologize properly.”

Han says Bender supports her fight but doesn’t understand Korean and doesn’t know the culture or laws of her former home.  “She welcomes what I’m doing. She doesn’t oppose it,” Han said.

Nielsen also struggles to communicate with the mother she believed had abandoned her. Her 93-year-old mother has dementia and does not remember the baby she once lost.   Over time, Nielsen has pieced together more about her background.  In August 1973, her mother fell ill with an infectious disease and, fearing for her newborn’s safety, temporarily entrusted her to social services.  By December of the same year, the child was sent to Denmark, according to Nielsen. Just weeks later, her frantic mother filed a missing persons report with police.  Nielsen’s name and date of birth had been changed on the government-issued travel certificate. As in Bender’s case, the travel document listed her address as the location of Holt Children’s Services. CNN has also asked Holt Children’s Services for further information about Nielsen’s case.  Nielsen is back in Daejeon, to be closer to her mother and to let her know that she holds no anger or blame over the past. But she’s frustrated by the language barrier between them, leaving them unable to understand each other.  “The theft of the language is so profound because the language is a door into the culture,” she said. “The intimacy of being able to speak to my mom is completely gone. So that is what is a big, big loss for me.  My human rights have been completely violated.”

Nielsen is learning Korean, attending weekly classes with a study group, so she can find the few words of comfort for her ailing mother. Sometimes, no words are needed.  Nielsen still remembers the first night she slept next to her birth mother.  “I didn’t sleep much. I just watched (her) I could look at her and feel, ‘That’s my mom.’ There was no doubt about it,” she said.
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Articles / 'Charity help changed everything for our daughter'
« Last post by Forgotten Mother on August 16, 2025, 08:35:27 PM »
https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c0e9q9rr488o

'Charity help changed everything for our daughter'
Alexandra Bassingham BBC News, West of England Kelly Withers BBC News, Somerset

A couple said the support they received from a charity helping children with neurological and developmental difficulties "changed everything" for their daughter.  Luke, 40, and Alex, 42, from West Sussex, said they were struggling to know how to help their adopted daughter Octavia, eight, when they noticed she had early life developmental delay.  They approached the charity Bibic, in Langport, Somerset, in November 2022, who "instantly got it", they said, creating a sound therapy programme that helped Octavia with her anxiety and hypervigilance.  "We just can't get our heads around the difference it has made to us as a family," Luke said.

"At the start, we didn't know whether her behaviour was trauma, birth or neuro related," Luke said.

He said Bibic staff were "very available from our first phone call to them".  "Then when we got to assessment they spent two whole days with us which is unheard of," he said.

The couple, who also have another adopted daughter, said the charity gave them all the information they and her school needed.  This was done without Octavia "being labelled or put on medication", Luke said.

Fight or flight

She was given a sound therapy programme involving bespoke music, called Johansen Individualised Auditory Stimulation.  It helps children who may have had problems processing speech and sounds.  Luke said Octavia had been living in fight or flight mode due to early trauma but 10 months after the start of her treatment, she was no longer in a constant state of hypervigilance and anxiety.  He said she went from being unable to fit into a school environment to going into Year 2 "like nothing had happened".

Bibic has just launched a campaign to raise £25,000 in a month to fill a funding gap, following unsuccessful grant applications.  Gemma Pack, senior fundraising officer, said: "We receive no government or statutory funding at all so everything we need to run the charity we have to find ourselves and that's really difficult in a post-Covid world."

She said following the pandemic, the charity's waiting list soared to 68 weeks and after expanding their team to meet demand, it is now down to 10 weeks.  However, the waiting list is now threatened again by the funding shortfall, she said.
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Articles / Adoption support charity shreds 'irreplaceable' files to save space
« Last post by RDsmum on August 07, 2025, 03:49:50 PM »

https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cj4wn00pz48o?fbclid=IwY2xjawMBl8xleHRuA2FlbQIxMQBicmlkETBUZ2JwbHRHZTJNZUFVbllCAR5uOepqGb8xdLWn744u9qd5-GX1KUZpLrWrHO9b6JQez5sceBDHFgWblcMrLw_aem_-mgwWygh8ZTlH9A6dqiedQ

Adoption support charity shreds 'irreplaceable' files to save space
David Cowan
BBC Scotland home affairs correspondent

A charity has apologised for the "inexcusable" destruction of around 4,800 personal records linked to adoptions in Scotland, including irreplaceable photographs and handwritten letters from birth parents.  Edinburgh-based Birthlink has been fined £18,000 after shredding the files to free up space in its filing cabinets four years ago.  The Information Commissioners' Office (ICO), which imposed the fine, described the lost material as "deeply personal pieces in the jigsaw of a person's history, some now lost for eternity".

The charity's board said it was "deeply sorry" and that it was impossible to say how many people were affected.  A statement added: "We want to assure everyone who's interacted with Birthlink that we will do everything in our power to ensure this does not happen again."

A spokesperson for the Movement for Adoption Apology Scotland campaign said: "These items weren't stored out of administrative duty, but held in the hope that one day, someone would come looking.  That hope has now been shredded, quite literally."

Files destroyed

Birthlink did not keep a log of what was destroyed but it believes only "a very small proportion" of the records included personal documents, which do not exist in any form elsewhere.  Since 1984, the company has operated the Adoption Contact Register for Scotland.  It enables adopted people, birth parents and others to register their details with a view to being "linked" and potentially reunited.  If a connection was made, Birthlink retained what were called "linked records" closed paper files stored in filing cabinets in case they could be of further use in the future.  But by January 2021, the charity was running out of space and reviewed whether it could destroy the files.  Following a board meeting, it was agreed that only replaceable records could be disposed of.  PA Media Nicola Sturgeon, who is wearing a maroon dress with a round neck, addresses MSPs in the Scottish parliament debating chamber. She has brown hair, with blond highlights.  A few months later, the contents of 24 filing cabinet drawers were bagged up and shredded.  Birthlink has estimated that personal data from around 4,800 individuals was destroyed and that less than 10% of the lost files contained "cherished items".  These include photographs, handwritten letters from birth mothers and fathers to their children and handwritten letters from birth families to siblings.  Another 8,300 files survived the process unscathed.  The culling of the records only came to light two years later, after the Care Inspectorate carried out a short-notice inspection at Birthlink in September 2023.  An internal investigation, ordered by Birthlink's interim chief executive, found that a member of staff had expressed concern about shredding photographs and other records at the time.  But they were told "it needed to be done".

Birthlink reported itself to the ICO, who said the charity could have prevented the destruction with "cost effective and easy to implement" policies and procedures.  The regulator imposed a £45,000 fine, later reduced to £18,000, to promote compliance with data protection and deter others from "making similar mistakes".

'Poor understanding'

Sally Anne Poole, the ICO's head of investigations, said: "The destroyed records had the potential to be an unknown memory, an identity, a sense of belonging, answers.  It is inconceivable to think, due to the very nature of its work, that Birthlink had such a poor understanding of both its data protection and records management process."

The ICO welcomed the steps taken by Birthlink to ensure it does not happen again, including new policies and the appointment of a data protection officer.  Birthlink's interim CEO Abbi Jackson told BBC Scotland News that the charity mainly worked with people affected by "historic forced adoption" between 1930 and 1980.  She said: "We want to reiterate our deepest and most sincere regret that this happened.  We have failed people who put their trust in us. We want to urge anyone who thinks they should have had information on file to phone our helpline.  We have a number of very experienced, knowledgeable staff who're there to help on each individual case."

In 2023, the then First Minister Nicola Sturgeon issued a "sincere, heartfelt and unreserved" apology to people affected by the practice of forced adoption.  The Movement for Adoption Apology Scotland campaign said: "The emotional and historical significance of what was lost cannot be overstated.  These were not administrative items, but the last remaining traces of relationships shattered by policies and practices that many now acknowledge as unjust and highly traumatising."

Anyone worried about the loss of personal information can contact Birthlink's support service through dataprotection@birthlink.org.uk
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Adopting my son left me depressed I couldn't stop crying. I thought I'd be seen as a failed mum then I realised truth behind my battle: JODIE BRAIN

By JODIE BRAIN

Published: 01:44, 1 August 2025 | Updated: 10:33, 1 August 2025

And I should have been happy this is all I'd wanted, for so long. For ten, long, painful years of infertility I'd dreamed and prayed for this moment, when I'd finally be a mother.  But now little Charlie was here I just felt empty.  It's a sadly not uncommon lament from a first-time mother. Post-natal depression is a well-documented and cruel affliction, affecting one in ten women in the year after they give birth, and caused by multiple factors, including fluctuating hormones, anxiety and lack of sleep.  But I hadn't given birth. We'd adopted Charlie five months earlier, when he was ten months old. Yet all the symptoms of post-natal depression were there.  Even my GP was confounded; he asked me what I wanted him to do to help me. If he didn't know, I certainly didn't. I just wanted someone to tell me what was wrong.  Eventually, I was diagnosed with post-adoption depression, or PAD, by my GP. It is a condition so rarely spoken about even medical professionals seemed unsure how to handle it.  Yet it is real different from post-natal depression, but just as valid and as painful.  My husband Darrell, now 38, and I had married in 2008 and started trying for a baby straight away. Every month that passed without a positive test was another blow. At first, we were hopeful; after all we were young and healthy.  After 12 months, we went to the doctor, who kept telling us to be patient, that it would happen.  But it didn't. We tracked my cycle, spent a fortune on ovulation and pregnancy tests every month and timed everything perfectly, but nothing worked.  Every month, I cried when my period came, and Darrell would hug me. It just seemed so unfair; we ran out of ways to reassure each other.  We didn't tell anyone we were struggling until my sister announced she was pregnant in 2016. That day, the floodgates opened and I broke down in tears to my mum. She had no idea what we had been going through. With no small children in the family, the topic had never come up.  At the time, I worked in a baby room within a nursery. Every day I was looking after other people's babies, cuddling them, caring for them then handing them back. It was heartbreaking, so much so that I quit my job and went to work in M&S.  Finally, at the beginning of 2018, when I was 29, we made our first visit to a fertility clinic, where doctors confirmed there was zero chance we would ever conceive naturally and IVF was our only option. But, even then, there was no guarantee.  It was painful to hear that my body couldn't do what a woman's body was 'meant' to do, and that we had wasted so much time and money pursuing something that was never going to happen. Yet knowing also gave us clarity at least we could now work out the next steps.  Because of the postcode lottery in the Cotswolds where we live, we would only get one free try of IVF on the NHS after that we'd have to pay privately.  With a single round costing anywhere from £4,000, that simply wasn't an option for us; I was working in retail and Darrell as a warehouse manager, and we certainly didn't have a huge pot of savings to dip into. If we paid for the IVF, we would have been left with no money to raise a child. Plus, I didn't want to put my body through something that might not work.  That's when I realised being a mother doesn't necessarily mean you have to be pregnant.  As we drove home from the fertility clinic, I turned to Darrell and said: 'Let's look into adoption then.'

We had never mentioned it before, but now it was the obvious choice. We just really wanted to be parents and build our own family whatever form that took.  When we started researching, we decided we didn't want to foster-to-adopt – where you foster a young baby, in the hope you can later adopt them a process that leaves a chance that the child could be handed back to their birth parents if circumstances change. I knew that after so long trying for a baby, it would kill me if that were to happen.  So we decided to try to adopt a child under the age of three, never dreaming we would get a baby.  The adoption process was intense. We had to share everything our relationship history, finances, even our childhood experiences. We were assigned a social worker and went through hours of preparation training, psychological evaluations and home checks.  It took a full year to be approved as adopters. Then came another year of waiting during the matching process. It was a bit surreal almost like a dating site. There's a database where each child has a profile including a photo, personality traits and health notes. As prospective parents, we had our own profiles, too, listing our jobs, home and lifestyle.  At first, we avoided looking at photos. We wanted to choose based on compatibility, not appearances. But then I saw a photo of a little boy around three months old. He had the most adorable smile with dimples on both cheeks and my heart stopped. 'That's our boy,' I told my husband I just knew.

Funnily enough, the family finder had already bookmarked us as a potential match for him. It felt like fate.  We expressed interest in March 2020. Then the pandemic hit, and lockdown delayed everything. We couldn't even meet him in person until that September. In the meantime, we sent him a photo book of us and our home, and a cuddly fox toy that we hoped he would bond with.  When we finally met him at his foster carers' home, Charlie was nine months old. He was asleep in the front room when we got there, and we peeked through the glass door and saw him in his chair.  When he woke, one of the carers brought him in and put him on the floor to play. She wanted him to make his way to us when he was ready and, to my delight, he crawled straight over to us.  I had been so worried that after years of working as a nursery nurse I'd feel detached, but the feeling was like nothing I'd ever experienced before.  He wasn't just another baby; he felt like ours.  We stayed nearby for nine days, gradually increasing our time with him. After that, his foster carers brought him to stay in a hotel near us, and he visited each day to get used to our home.  On the day after he moved in, he turned ten months old. It was October 2020, and he was officially our son. I felt like I was on cloud nine, finally a mum after so many years of hoping and dreaming.  We'd had his bedroom prepared for months, and that first night Darrell and I had planned to take it in turns to see to Charlie when he woke up. Every time he cried, however, we were both up and ready to settle him together. No one got much sleep that night, but we were so happy.  With experience working with children, I knew I'd manage the practical side the bottles and nappies but I was nervous about how love would develop.  In the end, it came easily. We bonded quickly and it felt like he'd always been part of our lives.  Still, our transition into parenthood was abrupt. We'd spent ten years preparing in our minds but, in reality, we had just two-and-a-half weeks between being officially matched and having a baby in our home.  At first, I was too busy to notice how I felt. I had nine months' maternity leave to learn his routines, likes and dislikes, and adapt to the seismic shift in my life and identity.  Five months in, however, around the time the adoption was finalised in March 2021, making Charlie legally ours, cracks began to show.  I started crying regularly. I felt confused and flat, and I couldn't relate to the other mums at baby groups. While they talked about breastfeeding and labour stories, I had nothing to add. I felt like an outsider.  It wasn't that I was treated differently, but the conversations would invariably go towards why Charlie was adopted, and what had happened with his birth mother, who had been unable to care for him, though I never shared any details with them it wasn't my story to share.  I was also careful not to reveal we'd been trying to have a baby for ten years, as I definitely didn't want people feeling sorry for me.  By the time my son was 17 months old, I was due to return to work – and that's when the depression really took hold. I didn't want to leave him. I'd waited so long to be a mum and now I was supposed to hand him over to Darrell, while I worked evening shifts.  Darrell was a hands-on dad, and was brilliant with Charlie, so I couldn't work out why I was so worried about leaving him.  Part of my depression manifested as obsession. I had to do everything myself every feed, bath and bedtime. I felt like I had a duty to do it, because I was now Charlie's mum. Darrell was always happy to take on the routine, but I just found it so hard to let go.  It got to the point where I was crying all the time and didn't want to go out. I stopped attending mum and baby groups altogether.  No one around me seemed to understand. Friends sympathised with the challenges of sleepless nights and toddler tantrums, but not with the intensity and emotional roller-coaster of the adoption process. How could they?

They'd never been through it.  By this point, we had little to no contact with social workers, as the adoption order had been granted. But in the back of my mind there was always the thought that if I reached out to them, they might see me as a failure of a mother. Looking back, I realise that was a ridiculous thought, but in the moment that's how I truly felt.  That's when I eventually called my GP in tears. Because of Covid, I couldn't visit in person, so I sobbed down the phone.  After asking me what I wanted them to do, they offered talking therapy, which I tried. But it was geared towards post-natal depression based on hormonal shifts, traumatic births or breastfeeding struggles.  I needed someone to acknowledge that I had just become a mother through adoption and that it came with its own set of emotional challenges.  So, on the GP's recommendation, I started taking antidepressants, which saved me from going to a darker place.  I also found online groups for adoptive parents and, finally, I felt understood.  Other mums shared their own experiences of PAD, and suddenly my feelings didn't seem so strange.  I was lucky to have such a supportive husband in Darrell. After a decade trying for a baby, a lengthy adoption process, plus PAD, I knew it could have been very different but thankfully it was the making of our marriage.  Slowly, things began to shift. The antidepressants helped while I got my home and work-life balance in order, but then I started to feel numb. I'd gone from crying all the time to feeling nothing. I didn't even shed a tear when watching an emotional film.  Darrell tried to support me the best he could as much as I let him in and I know he was desperately worried about me.  So, after taking the medication for two months, and with advice from my GP, I weaned myself off the antidepressants.  After six long months, I learned to give myself a break and finally enjoy being in the moment with my boy, rather than worrying and obsessing about what I was missing when I wasn't there.  I was Charlie's mum and as good and as fallible as any other mother, whatever path I'd taken to build my family.  Now, our son is five-and-a-half. He knows he's adopted, and is happy to talk about it. He tells people 'Mummy and Daddy chose me,' which I love.

We have letterbox contact with his biological parents once a year and will continue for as long as he's happy to do so.  We currently have no plans to have face-to-face contact, but if that's something he wants to do when he's an adult, we're open to having that conversation then.  I love that he's proud of his story, and I now speak openly about the adoption process and the joys it's brought us.  It's not always considered by couples struggling to conceive, but it's been the best decision we ever made.  I'm also open about post-adoption depression, how it's perfectly OK not to be OK, especially in those vulnerable first months. I just wish there was more awareness and support for adoptive parents like us.  There is some support available, but it's not always well-funded, and only this year we saw services cut back and financial support reduced.  My biggest piece of advice to adoptive parents is to find your tribe. I've joined various support groups for adoptive parents, and we chat online and share advice.  I've taken part in adoption events, offered advice and spoken about my experiences on social media.  I've made some wonderful friends, one of whom's child came from the same foster carers as Charlie. We are so similar, and it feels so good to have her in my corner whenever I need her.  We may not have pregnancy or birth stories to share, but we have our own unique experiences both lows and highs and just as much love for our children as other parents.  Most importantly, I no longer feel guilty for struggling. I went through something huge and now realise I'm only human.  I've become a stronger, more resilient mother and I love my child just as much as mums love their biological children. Post-adoption depression is nothing to be ashamed of.

As told to Julia Sidwell
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