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Articles / Man reunited with mum decades after adoption
« Last post by Forgotten Mother on April 04, 2026, 02:30:05 PM »

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/ckgz8k07lr1o

Man reunited with mum decades after adoption

Marcus Boothe
West of England

Published 2 April 2026

A man who was adopted from Vietnam and recently travelled thousands of miles back there to meet his birth mother said the journey helped him understand "the missing piece of the puzzle" in his life.  Ike Robin, 27, from Bath, was adopted when he was six months old, and raised in Brighton with his three adopted sisters from China.  Throughout his life, Ike said he had questions about his heritage and identity and wanted to know how different life would be if he had not been adopted.  He said he has suffered from 'imposter syndrome', adding he feels "lucky" but there are moments he feels "this was not the life I was meant to have".

Ike was born with two holes in his heart and severely malnourished. He said he owes his life to his adoptive family.  Now working as a nanny, Ike said he always knew he was adopted, but the questions around where he came from grew stronger as he got older.  "When I was younger, being adopted didn't mean too much to me," he said. "As I got older, I questioned more what my life would have looked like if I wasn't adopted."

At the end of 2025, he travelled across Vietnam with his girlfriend and adoptive parents before finally meeting his birth mother for the first time in nearly three decades.  "I didn't know what I was meant to feel, because this is my mum, but she's also a stranger," he said.

When she arrived, Ike said he recognised her immediately.  "I just instantly knew who my mum was," he said. "It was an instinctive feeling."

At his birth mother's request, her identity is not being revealed.  Ike expected to only meet his biological mother, but was instead greeted by his siblings, cousins and grandmother.  Psychotherapist Kimberly Fuller said his experience reflects the complex identity questions many internationally adopted people can face in adulthood.  She said adopted children can struggle with "identity and a sense of belonging", particularly as they reach adolescence and later life.  "For some children they can kind of blend in with their families and people don't necessarily know that they're adopted, and they can hide that part of their identity.  However if it's a transracial adoption it's really hard to do that from the outset, you're already different and then there's an added obvious difference in that you look different to your family," she said.

That can mean people ask questions without considering how that feels or how that could be received, Fuller added.

She explained children can feel disconnected not only from their birth family but also from their culture, language and visible identity.  Fuller also said adoptees can experience conflicting emotions, including gratitude for the life they have been given while also grieving what has been lost.  For Ike's adoptive mother, the reunion was emotional but not threatening.  "I never thought that I was his only mother," Julia Fleming said. "She's his mum, and I'm his mum."

She said the family had always tried to keep their children connected to their heritage, and had supported contact with Ike's birth mother since he was seven.  Ike said the reunion was not about blame, but understanding.  "The main message I wanted to get across was that I don't have any bad feelings towards her," he said. "This can be the start of a new beautiful journey."
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Articles / 'I was taken from my mum while she was unconscious'
« Last post by Forgotten Mother on April 02, 2026, 06:45:46 PM »
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/cdxd2ql0jn2o

'I was taken from my mum while she was unconscious'

Maisie Lillywhite, West of England and Ross Pollard, Somerset

Published 29 March 2026

A man who is believed to have been put up for adoption while his birth mother was still unconscious has backed calls for the UK government to apologise for forced adoptions.  Gare MacQuarrie met his birth mother in Scotland for the first time in February. He only began searching for her when Nicola Sturgeon apologised to those affected as it made him "change his opinion" of his birth mother.  A report published on Friday by Parliament's cross-party Education Committee said the government must apologise to all those affected by historical forced adoption.  A government spokesperson said: "This abhorrent practice should never have taken place and our deepest sympathies are with all those affected."

About 250,000 women in Britain were coerced into handing over their babies in the 1950s, 60s, and 70s because they were unmarried.  MacQuarrie, who was born in Scotland but lives in Somerset, said he knew he was adopted "from as early as I can remember" because of his adoptive parents' honesty but finally understood when he was a teenager.

Following Sturgeon's apology, MacQuarrie decided to start looking for his birth mother but said it was not an easy journey.  He was helped by Birthlink, a Scottish adoption charity which specialises in reconnecting families affected by adoption.

'The same lie'

Shortly before Christmas 2025, he found out his mother's birth name and they spoke on the phone for the first time.  "We both got told the same lie, that all our records were on paper and they got destroyed in a flood which seems a bit coincidental to me," MacQuarrie said.

In February, he met her.  While MacQuarrie is in contact with his mother and three siblings who he had no idea about the circumstances of his adoption remain slightly unclear.  "I obviously know absolutely nothing about that, only what I've been told," MacQuarrie, who is in his 60s, said of his adoption.

"She said she was in hospital in plaster and social services said: 'You can't go back to that environment.'  That was the end of the matter because you can't argue with them.  She wasn't even conscious. She hadn't come round from the anaesthetic for giving birth, is what she said.  And who am I to argue with her? At least I know where I came from. I don't really need to know the rest of it."

On Friday, the BBC covered the story of Vik Fielder, who said her mum, then 18, "desperately" tried to keep her after giving birth but she was forcibly put up for adoption.

'A lot happier'

MacQuarrie added Sturgeon's apology made him realise his mum, now in her 80s, "might not have had a choice in the matter".

He said in the last few weeks, since meeting his birth mother, he felt "a lot happier", but thought more could be done to help others who were in his past situation.  "This took about seven or eight years to do. I would like to think that other people will change their minds on what their actual circumstances were because they might not have had a choice in the matter and they should have had," he said.

"Adoption is a great thing for some people, and it would be a lot easier, I think, for children, if they could keep in contact with the people they're supposed to be with.  I know it doesn't always work out that way, but you should have the right to at least know where you come from."

A government spokesperson said the issue of forced adoption was taken "very seriously" and the government would "continue to engage with those affected to provide support".
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https://www.dailymail.co.uk/crime-desk/article-15691433/hamber-cooney-toronto-foster-murder-trial.html

Sadistic lesbian foster moms made boy, 12, wear soaking wetsuit and joked 'Shiver, shiver dumb f**k' before his horrific death, murder trial hears

    GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING

By JACK TOLEDO

Published: 15:44, 30 March 2026 | Updated: 16:52, 30 March 2026

Two lesbian foster moms tortured a 12-year-old boy by forcing him to wear a soaking wetsuit as they mocked him in gut-wrenching messages before he was tragically found dead, prosecutors claim.  The disturbing claims about the death of the Canadian child, identified only as LL, have come to light during the murder trial of Becky Hamber, 44, and 46-year-old Brandy Cooney.  LL, who died on December 21, 2022, was found soaking wet, unresponsive, and emaciated in the basement of the couple's Toronto-area home before being pronounced dead at the hospital, the court was told.  Attorneys finished their closing arguments on Friday, as both women have denied charges of first-degree murder, unlawful confinement, and assault with a weapon, according to Law & Crime.  Prosecutors used their final remarks to detail how the women allegedly starved LL and his younger brother, who has been identified as JL, and forced them to wear wetsuits and helmets.  The foster mothers, who were in the process of adopting the boys, did it because they 'hated' the boys, attorneys told the court.  Messages between the women presented by the prosecutors showed the sick duo allegedly say: 'Shiver, shiver dumb f**k.'

Additionally, prosecutors claimed the women suggested that if the young boy wanted to stay warm, he would need to exercise.  Prosecutor Monica MacKenzie said that the women knew the consequences of their abuse after Cooney sent Hamber a worried text that the boy was going to die.  'Unfortunately, my thoughts [are] he is suddenly going to die, and I'm going to jail,' Cooney allegedly wrote.

Defense lawyers argued that the wetsuits and helmets were in the boys' best interests to prevent them from hurting themselves and having accidents around the house.  Attorneys for the couple also mentioned that social workers never questioned the mother's methods and did not raise concerns.  However, earlier in the trial, social worker Faisel Modhi claimed that LL slept on a tiny cot that was frequently covered by vomit.  Modhi said Cooney's father, who lived with the couple, informed him that the boy's bedspace was not washed other than being cleaned up with a wipe.  Cooney and Hamber told Modhi that on the day of his death, the child had largely been by himself other than at a point when he threw up his breakfast and lunch, according to Modhi's testimony.  The pair told Modhi that their prospective son had an eating disorder and regurgitated his food.  'They admitted [he] was 48 pounds,' Modhi said to the court. 'But stated it was because he would throw up food, chew it again, and lick it off the floor.'

Modhi added that the couple would direct LL to do yoga poses or walk around his basement room as he agonized.  Footage of the boy's room was shown in court, with a voice said to belong to Hamber heard telling him to 'lay down because he was being disrespectful.'

Cooney told Modhi she took LL's blanket away from him later that day and instructed the child to 'calm down', the social worker said.  The next time she checked, LL was unresponsive and with 'vomit everywhere,' the Ontario court was told.  The lesbian couple then called 911, Modhi testified, but it was too late.  Previously in the trial, the prosecution also showed a video of JL's interview with police in September 2023, when he told them that Children's Aid Society workers who visited the home never saw what went on.  He said Hamber and Cooney dressed him in normal clothing during the visits.  JL also echoed claims that he and his brother were forced to wear hockey helmets and wetsuits for hours on end.  He alleged that the foster moms would lock him and his brother in their rooms at night while constantly monitoring their behavior with cameras.  JL claimed in court that his potential adoptive parents would often ban him from speaking for days at a time.  The boys first moved into the couple's home in 2017, but JL testified in November that the couple quickly separated them from playing together because 'sometimes we'd argue'.

Once the couple began homeschooling them in 2020 after COVID-19 hit, JL said he began seeing his brother less often despite living in the same house.  Cooney and Hamber's fate will be decided by Justice Clayton Conlan.  A short update on the case is expected on April 24, and Justice Conlan may inform the court when he expects to have a decision.
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https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/cpwj2nrnwwyo

'Mum took own life after a forced adoption now I want an apology'

Chloe Harcombe, Harriet Robinson and Madeleine Ware, West of England
Published 27 March 2026

Vik Fielder's unmarried 18-year-old mother "desperately" tried to keep her baby after giving birth in 1971. But like 250,000 other British women, she was forced to give her child up for adoption. Twenty years later, she took her own life, "which was directly linked to losing her daughter".

Now, Fielder is backing fresh calls for a formal apology from the government. The 54-year-old said it would be the "first step" towards healing the trauma felt by survivors.  Following decades of calls for action, the Education Select Committee has recommended the government provides a formal apology and begins working with survivors.  Fielder said this would "go a long way towards acknowledging the fact that there was harm done".

The government said its "deepest sympathies" were with all those affected and it was "actively considering" an apology.

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Fielder, a veteran who now lives on the Quantocks in Somerset, is one of an estimated 250,000 women who were affected by forced adoptions in Britain in the 1950s, 60s and 70s.  Fielder said her mum "had no other choice" other than to give her up "and as a result of that she was dead by the time she was 38".

After reading her adoption files, she said: "It's quite heartbreaking to see the letters that go from the adoption agency to her asking her to sign her rights away knowing that she was desperately trying to find somewhere to live so she could keep me.  I had two hits from [a genealogy website] and straight away one of them got back to me and said 'I know exactly who you are, can I phone you?'  Then she told me that unfortunately my mother had passed away in 1992.  She was only 38 and it was directly because of having to give me up.  We never got a chance to meet, I never got the chance to meet my father."

She also discovered she had a sister who lived lived 40 miles (64km) from her home.  "We didn't know about each other for 50 years, that hurts because it's a relationship that I could've had with her, it's a relationship that my children could have had with their cousins which we could never get back," she added.

Fielder, who was adopted at seven days old, said it took four years for her to receive appropriate mental health treatment for issues linked to her adoption.  Being a veteran under the Armed Forces, she could have had her therapy fast-tracked, but decided it would have been "wrong because it wasn't connected to my military service".

She would like to see the same fast-tracked care given to adoptees and birth parents.  "I think an apology will go a long way towards acknowledging the fact that there was harm done," said Fielder, adding that this would make it easier for those affected to access mental health support.

The adoptee said she would also like people like her to have a marker on their medical records because having to repeat her background to medical professionals "is very, very triggering".

She said giving evidence and telling her story repeatedly had also been "exhausting".  Helen Hayes MP, chair of the committee, said: "Survivors have suffered for far too long. They simply want to move on with their lives.  "A formal apology is an essential step towards delivering the peace survivors deserve."

In the report published on Friday, the Education Select Committee recommended the government must provide an "unqualified formal apology" to all those affected by forced adoption in the UK.  The cross-party committee said ministers should provide an initial commitment to apologise, begin working with survivor groups, and commit publicly to a clear timetable for developing and issuing its apology.  Fielder said the report reflected a lot of the recommendations made by the Adult Adoptee Movement (AMM), a support group she is a member of and which has been campaigning for a formal apology from the government.  "It's the first step towards community healing, both communities, because there's a lot of guilt and shame involved in adoption and I think I can see the apology as a way of lifting that, particularly for the mothers," she said.

'Unimaginable trauma'

Hayes described hearing the evidence from survivors as "one of the most moving" days she had experienced in Parliament.  She said historical forced adoption caused "unimaginable trauma for multiple generations of women and profound, often devastating impacts for their children".

In a statement, the AMM said it welcomed the report and that an apology was "clearly overdue".  A spokesperson said: "Testimony from survivors and expert witnesses lays bare the shocking treatment experienced by both mothers and adoptees.  The system that enabled this abuse was funded and facilitated by the state.  We call on the government to engage with survivors to implement the report's recommendations."

A government spokesperson said the "abhorrent practice" should never have taken place.  Our deepest sympathies are with all those affected.  We take this issue extremely seriously and continue to engage with those affected to provide support," they added.
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Articles / Andrew Pierce's 'hard' mission to find his birth mum
« Last post by Forgotten Mother on March 14, 2026, 11:59:00 AM »
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/cyee1dnp1r6o

Andrew Pierce's 'hard' mission to find his birth mum

Maisie Lillywhite, BBC News, West of England and Nicky Price, BBC Radio Gloucestershire
Published 18 June 2024

Broadcaster Andrew Pierce said meeting his birth mother 45 years after she gave him up for adoption was "cathartic, but hard".  The GB News presenter was left at an orphanage in Cheltenham when he was just five weeks old, and was put up for adoption aged three.  He decided to track down his birth mother, the late Margaret Connolly, in the Noughties, and eventually found her in Birmingham.  Despite Mrs Connolly refusing to see Pierce again after their first meeting when she only "talked about herself" the journalist said it was "mission accomplished".  Pierce has written about his upbringing in a book called "Finding Margaret" that was released in May.  He was adopted by a "lovely couple", Betty and George Pierce, who gave him a "very happy" childhood in Swindon.  Pierce said he had considered tracking down his birth mother for decades before finally biting the bullet "due to fears he was running out of time".

'Highly unusual'

"As I got older and closer to my 50th, I would think, 'Is she thinking about me on every birthday?'" Pierce, now in his 60s, told BBC Radio Gloucestershire.

"I delayed [finding her] because I agonised over my mum, who'd adopted me, because I didn't want to do anything she could construe as she'd let me down, that she hadn't given me enough love.  "When I did track her down, I found all sorts of surprises."

Pierce initially assumed his birth mother had been in her late teens when he was born. He later found out she gave birth to him weeks before her 35th birthday something considered "highly unusual" in 1961.  The journey to finding Mrs Connolly was not easy, as she gave him no middle name when she put Pierce up for adoption.  Neither could she be traced through her address at the time, as the nursing accommodation she was living in had "long gone".  But Pierce's friend, journalist and Loose Women panellist, Jane Moore, managed to track his birth mother down through her farming roots.  Mrs Connolly was born into an Irish farming family and Moore found her through a sheep association in County Mayo.

'Denied' her identity

After discovering his birth mother was living in Birmingham, Pierce got in touch with social services for advice on the best way of approaching her.  He eventually sent a "friendly female face" to her door, while he waited in a taxi around the corner, so she did not feel overwhelmed. When initially approached by Pierce's friend, Amanda Platell, Mrs Connolly "emphatically denied" it was her.  Moore instructed the pair to go back 45 minutes later and Pierce's birth mother told Ms Platell she had been "praying" he would return, and then confirmed she was his mother.  "It was an extraordinary moment," Pierce said.

"We arranged to meet in BHS. She put her best scarf on, she radiated Irish warmth.  "But the funny thing is, in that hour together, she did not ask me a single question."

Pierce said his birth mother did not ask "about me, my life, my adoptive parents".

"She talked a lot about her life with her husband and her children, who are my half-siblings, but [her husband] is of no relevance to me," Pierce said.

"I just thought, 'Why is she not talking about me or asking anything? Is it too painful for her?"

Pierce asked her a series of questions about the orphanage, his birth father, how she visited him, and she answered each with: "I can't remember".

'She hadn't asked'

"She smiled a lot, she held my hand and said she was so happy that I was okay but she didn't ask me what I did for a living," Pierce said.

"Amanda was with me but cleared off as soon as we got to BHS. When she came back, she said 'Margaret, you must be so proud to know your son is a successful journalist.  "Margaret said, 'Is he now?'. She hadn't asked and I hadn't told her."

She kissed Pierce on the lips and told him he had "made her life". When Pierce asked if she would like to meet again, she agreed, saying she might be able to give him "answers".  But Pierce was stood up by his birth mother every time he subsequently arranged to meet her. He eventually ended up seeing her again when she was admitted to a care home.  She died in 2021, aged 94.  Pierce travelled to Ireland to uncover more about Mrs Connolly while writing his book, and found she had an "incredibly poor background". He also discovered where his birth father was allegedly from.  "It's been an extraordinary journey, and quite cathartic and interesting," he said.

"I started this because I thought, 'I want to know what she looks like', 'I want to know if she's okay', 'I want her to know I'm fine'.  "So, in that respect, mission accomplished."
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https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/czj1708v1ejo

Adoption breakdown ended my career and relationship we're told to get on with it

Sarah Easedale
BBC Wales

Published 17 February 2026

An adoptive mother says she is reaching "breaking point" caring for her daughter who has "significant trauma", and has called for more support for adoptive families.  The woman, who we are calling Anna to protect the identity of her child, said she had been physically attacked by her daughter and spent much of the last 15 years "living in crisis".  Anna, from north Wales, has spoken out after a BBC report found adoptive parents struggling with children who had often suffered abuse and neglect before being removed from their birth families.  The Welsh government said it valued the commitment of adoptive families and took seriously "any concerns raised about access to support".

What do the figures show?

The BBC investigation found 1,000 adopted children in the UK had been returned to care in the past five years.  In Wales, between 250 and 300 children are adopted each year.  Freedom of Information (FOI) requests sent to all 22 councils in Wales asked for the number of adoption disruptions - when adoptions don't go ahead and the number of adoption breakdowns, where an adoption collapses after a child is placed with an adoptive family.  Fourteen councils provided the total number of adoption disruptions, which amounted to 22 in the past five years.  Only seven councils provided figures on adoption breakdowns, which amounted to 16.  National Adoption Service Cymru said adoption disruption in Wales has remained consistently low at around 2% for the last 10 years.

'It's incredibly difficult for her but also for us'

Anna said the breakdown of her daughter's adoption was something she was "trying desperately to avoid" but said she could understand how, without support, it could happen.  She said day-to-day life was "tough" and had affected her health, led to the loss of her career and the breakdown of her relationship with her daughter's adoptive father.  Anna's daughter has a number of diagnoses including pre-verbal trauma and a dissociation disorder, which manifests as multiple personalities. She also has autism with a Pathological Demand Avoidance, external (PDA) profile.  "We do have some lovely, connected moments," said Anna.

"She didn't ask to be born in a chaotic life. She didn't ask for what she's got. It's incredibly difficult for her, but also for us as a family."

Anna said some individuals she had worked with over the years had been "brilliant", and her daughter had taken part in therapies which had been beneficial.  But she says she had to fight for support from her local authority and Child and Adolescent Mental Health Services (CAHMS) and says she has often been "blamed" for her situation.  "What I'm finding is that professionals around me are looking at me [and asking] is my parenting good enough?  I've been told to have firmer boundaries, that I don't have boundaries.  There's a lot of parent blaming and I know that that feels very real for me and it does feel very real for other adoptive mums and dads, that I know.  We're just literally keeping our heads above the water we're overlooked and told just to get on with it and, you know, you've got on your boat now, row."

'Broken system'

Another adoptive mother from a different part of north Wales said she had similar experiences trying to get the right help for her teenage daughter, who she described as being "a ball of anger" and constantly "in survival mode".  The woman, who also wanted to remain anonymous, said she was regularly physically attacked by her daughter and had locked all the sharp objects in the house away.  She said she and her husband had been offered parenting courses.  "We love her to bits," she said, adding that with the "right support" they would not be in this position.  The system is broken," she said.

"We just go round and round in circles."

'More specialists needed'

Anna's local authority responded to her concerns and said some childrens' services offered had been extended to support adopters and adopted children. It also said that parents are listened to.  Betsi Cadwaladr health board said it did not comment on individual cases, but said that though there are no specific pathways for looked after children, CAHMS provide trauma-informed assessments and interventions for all children and young people referred to its services.  A recent Care Inspectorate Wales (CIW) report into the North Wales Adoption Service (NWAS) highlighted a lot of good practice in the region, but said some families were not receiving the specialist help they required once a child had been placed with them.  It found waiting lists for therapeutic support were "common" and said "delays in interventions have, in some cases, placed adoptive placements at risk".

The report found a need for more specialists, such as psychologists and occupational therapists.  NWAS said recruitment to increase capacity in post-adoption support, including therapeutic support, was ongoing.  It said it was continuing to work with funding bodies to "improve services so it can respond to families at the point of need".

Lilith Gough, a registered art psychotherapist based in Torfaen, said there was no one-size-fits-all therapeutic solution for trauma but getting the right help when needed was important.  "Trauma is something which overwhelms our ability to cope," she said.

"It can develop into more problems as [children] grow into life.  In school they might find it difficult to focus because they may be experiencing flashbacks or they might be consumed with thinking about what's happened in their life.  It can come across as acting out or misbehaving, but it isn't acting out or misbehaving. It's just literally not feeling safe in their own body."

The Children's Commissioner for Wales, Rocio Cifuentes, said it was "deeply concerning" to hear reports that adoptive parents were still not receiving the support they needed, and said she would raise the concerns with the current Welsh government and the next.  She said her office had previously raised the need for "greater focus" to be given to post-adoption support.  "While corporate parenting duties technically end once a child is adopted, I believe there is a continuing moral duty on the state to ensure that it provides for any on-going needs of that child. It is not only more resources that are required, but also better join up of the services that do exist," she added.

The Welsh government said it had invested £13m in the National Adoption Service since 2019, and said "joined up working" across services was key to ensuring families got the right help.  "Parenting children who have experienced trauma can be complex, reinforcing the need for timely, coordinated support grounded in trauma understanding," a spokesperson said.

"It is essential that adoptive parents are listened to, treated with empathy, and respected as skilled and committed carers in their children's lives."

Reform UK Wales said the next Welsh government "has to work with families to ensure that gaps in support are addressed", while a Plaid Cymru spokesperson said: "We believe support after adoption should be improved to ensure children's needs are met and families are better supported."

The Welsh Conservatives said: "We need properly joined-up, trauma-informed support across education, health and social care so vulnerable children are not let down again."

The Green Party's Ian Chandler said his party in the Senedd "will ensure everyone can access rapid early help, not just crisis care", while the Liberal Democrats said: "When families are forced to battle for therapy or left with patchy provision that does not meet a child's needs, that is a failure of the system, not of the parents."
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https://www.dailymail.co.uk/lifestyle/family-parenting/article-15607431/moment-BRIAN-VINER-knew-birth-mother.html

'You've got my chin': That was the moment BRIAN VINER knew this woman was the birth mother who gave him away as a baby. Hearing about her bohemian life of poets, jail and a smitten Soviet colonel, perhaps life had dealt him a lucky break...

By BRIAN VINER, FILM CRITIC

Published: 01:27, 3 March 2026 | Updated: 09:38, 3 March 2026

A woman I'd never met, or even heard of, wrote me a letter in November 1997 that actually made my knees buckle.  I'd never before received news that had a physical impact like that, like being hit by a car. And that even included the evening in 1976 when two police officers arrived at the front door to tell my mum and me that my father had been carried lifeless off a train earlier that day, after suffering a massive heart attack.  This woman's name was Monica Bradley. She worked for an agency that helped people find the children they had given up for adoption years before. And, in collaboration with my birth mother, she had found me.  'This letter will probably cause you some surprise,' is how it began.

Some surprise?

Probably?

She must have known how understated those words were but she was trying to gently break it to me that my understanding of my own life, of who I was and where I'd come from, was about to change.  Monica's letter filled me in on further details of the woman who had given birth to me on October 25, 1961. 'She subsequently married and had two sons, who have both known of your existence from an early age.'

We all experience life-changing moments, but I suppose some more than others. A few weeks ago, on February 4, I wrote in these pages about the seismic loss of my father, Allen, 50 years earlier to the day.  He and my mum, Miriam, had adopted me when I was three weeks old. They couldn't have children 'of their own' (I have always hated that expression), so they went down the adoption route and, after collecting me in London, whisked me north to live in Southport, a seaside town firmly in Lancashire until the 1974 municipal boundary changes rudely shunted it into Merseyside.  Our contented little family was just them and me. I would have liked a brother or even a sister, but at the age of nine, frankly, not as much as I would have liked battery-powered Subbuteo floodlights.  That was how old I was when I found out I was adopted. My mum broke the news. We were in the car, which was parked outside our local Post Office. My dad had nipped in to buy some stamps and that's when she told me.  It was a prosaic backdrop to such a moment, but they must have engineered it so that he wasn't there for the big revelation. He was always uncomfortable with deeply personal stuff like that.  I don't recall being upset, just intrigued. My mum was able to give me only the tantalising nugget of information that at birth I'd been named Robin, almost an anagram of Brian.  Soon after that bombshell outside the Post Office, however, all life's certainties returned. I asked no more questions and, even after my dad died when I was 14, I never wanted to know who had fathered me biologically.  In my mid-teens when, both floundering in our grief, my mum and I had some proper screaming bust-ups, it didn't remotely occur to me to detonate my nuclear option. Far from passing my lips, the terrible line, 'You're not even my real mother' never so much as crossed my mind.  I duly grew into adulthood assuming that I would never know my birth story and, despite becoming a journalist, a profession powered by curiosity, that suited me fine. I felt entirely secure about myself without needing to dig up my roots.  That might have changed in late 1992 when my girlfriend Jane, soon to become my wife, became pregnant. There were medical questions about the family history of this condition or that, and we only had her side of the equation.  She exerted some gentle pressure on me to start investigating, but I was resolute. It would have felt utterly disloyal to my mother, still very much alive, and my late father. And for all I knew, it might have opened a can of worms better left untouched.  By November 1997 we had two children, four-year-old Eleanor and Joseph, aged two. The following August we would add a third, Jacob.  I got Monica's letter on a Saturday morning. We lived in Crouch End, north London, and I was home alone. Jane had taken the children to the park, a ten-minute walk with a pushchair and a dawdling toddler, but a two-minute sprint with a letter from an adoption agency. Jane was as thunderstruck as I was.  Explaining that my birth mother was called Doris Rau, Monica wrote that she 'simply wishes you to know something of her circumstances and that there is the possibility of making contact with her should you ever wish to do so'.

After recovering from the initial shock, I did wish to do so.  Remarkably, Doris or Pip, as she preferred to be known lived only three miles away from Crouch End.  A week or so later we set eyes on each other for the first time in 36 years. We met in a restaurant called Odette's, where her memorable opening gambit was: 'You have my chin.'

Over dinner, as we filled each other in on our respective lives, I recall her saying what rich pickings there would have been for an eavesdropper.  She'd been 22 when she inconveniently got pregnant by her then-boyfriend, Robin Welch. She was Jewish and he wasn't, but that wasn't her reason for choosing to have me adopted. She was a restless and relentless traveller and a baby would have cramped her style.  Rebelling against her middle-class upbringing, she had lived in the late 1950s at the notorious Beat Hotel in Paris (where the poet Gregory Corso, the 'bad boy' of the Beat generation, introduced her to pot).  The word 'colourful' hardly sums up her early adult life. In 1960 she was thrown into jail in New York City for her part in a nuclear disarmament rally. Later that year, after driving from London to Russia, she was involved in a near-fatal car crash and spent six weeks in a Russian hospital where a Soviet army colonel fell in love with her and proposed marriage. Usefully for me, I suppose, she turned him down.  Robin proposed to her too when, back in London, she got pregnant early the following year. He was an up-and-coming potter who would become one of the most acclaimed of his generation. He wanted to marry her and keep me, but again she declined.  Eventually, he gave the adoption his blessing on condition that she would never look for me. He disapproved fiercely when later she did. But once she'd found me, his strength of feeling dissolved just as mine had.  He and Pip had split up not long after I was born but they had always stayed friends. Which is how, a few weeks after I'd met her, another highly eavesdroppable dinner took place, this time at a random Cafe Rouge: her, Robin and me. Without explaining its mighty significance, we asked a passing waiter to take our photograph.  Robin had gone on to have three more children two daughters and a son so the next stop in this rather overwhelming journey of discovery was meeting the five half-siblings that I'd known nothing about until a month or so earlier. Joyously, as I write this almost 30 years later, I can report a fulfilling, loving relationship with all of them.  But I still vividly remember my faintly apprehensive knock on the front door of a house in a village near Cambridge, early in 1998. It was my half-sister Polly's home.  We had written to each other but still hadn't met, and here I was, with Jane and the children, about to join her, her husband and their two children (who were almost exactly the same age as ours) for Sunday lunch. Weird as the situation was, it somehow felt life-affirming when the door was opened by a woman who looked very much like me.  Neither Pip nor Robin are with us now. When he died in 2019, aged 83, I gave the eulogy at his funeral.  Later, as a sort of personal homage, I went to see the gigantic ceramic candle holders he'd made for Lincoln Cathedral, said by those in the know to have been at 'the very outer limits' of what can be achieved on the potter's wheel.  I always correct people who call him my dad, because my dad was Allen. But seeing those amazing candlesticks, taller than the average man, I nonetheless felt genuine filial pride.  Pip was 85 when she died the summer before last, having long since parlayed her love of travel into a world-renowned collection of central Asian textiles and costumes, which she would sometimes rent out to filmmakers. Gladiator (2000) and Troy (2004) looked as authentic as they did thanks partly to her incredible eye.  To suggest that she embarked on the quest to find me with the tenacity of Russell Crowe in Gladiator or Brad Pitt in Troy might be stretching a point. But it really did take her years.  The law used to make it off-puttingly difficult for people who'd given up children for adoption to find them again it was much easier the other way round. But the 1989 Children's Act removed some of the obstacles.  Eventually she found out my name, not a common one, though there are a handful of us. The challenge was to find the right Brian Viner, which is where the Mail on Sunday enters the story. In 1997 I won a What The Papers Say Award for my work as the newspaper's television critic. At the time those awards were prestigious enough, I can immodestly add, to be reported elsewhere in the Press.  When Pip's son Alexander saw my name in The Guardian, it didn't take much sleuthing to buy that weekend's Mail on Sunday. He assumed there would be a picture of me, which there was. And as soon as Pip saw it, recognising not so much her chin as my striking resemblance to Robin, she knew she'd found her first born.  By then she had expert Monica Bradley on her side, so once they'd unearthed my address, Monica became the intermediary.  She knew better than anyone that it can be a fraught business, connecting an adopted child with its birth parents. Indeed, Pip had attended some counselling sessions, chaired by Monica, with other women looking for their long-adopted babies.  Pip would often say, with a mixture of sadness and smugness, but mostly smugness, that of all the powerful stories aired in those meetings, hers was the only one with a happy ending.  The main reason it was a happy ending, as I think she understood, is because of my mum and dad, who gave me such a solid start in life.  My mum, incidentally, died in 2017, at the great age of 92. It wasn't easy to tell her about that 1997 bombshell letter but, with some trepidation, I did. She responded with typical matter-of-factness. 'Are you OK with it?' she asked.

I said I was. 'Then that's all that matters,' she said.

We never talked about it again.  Fundamentally, I never resented Pip for giving me away because I felt she did me a favour, and I have another letter to prove it. Dated January 12, 1962, it was from the National Children Adoption Association.  'Dear Miss Rau, We are pleased to tell you that we have the happiest news of Robin; he has completely settled downhe is in excellent health and spirits and is much loved by his adopting parents who are anxious to legalise his adoption so that they can make provision for his future security...'

The letter went on to rebuke her for not turning up to a previous appointment for legal documents to be signed. It urged her to attend the next one 'in the interests of Robin'.

I loved and admired Pip, but it was characteristic of her, certainly at that time in her life, not to show up. That's why I know, without any doubt, that even as an obstreperous, fatherless teenager re-named Brian, Robin's interests were served.
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Articles / After the Apology: Why forced adoption Is not settled history
« Last post by Forgotten Mother on February 28, 2026, 04:39:18 PM »
https://independentaustralia.net/politics/politics-display/after-the-apology-why-forced-adoption-is-not-settled-history,20726

After the Apology: Why forced adoption Is not settled history
By Michael Costello | 25 February 2026, 4:30pm

Forced adoption in Australia is often treated as a closed chapter, but the record tells a different story. Behind the Apology lies a system that punished mothers, erased children and continues to bury its own evidence. Michael Costello writes.

FORCED ADOPTION in Australia was never a welfare failure or a tragic misunderstanding. It was a State‑Church project built on a moral logic that treated unmarried mothers and their babies as impurities to be removed from the social body.

The Seven Deadly Sins are not a metaphor here they are a map of the institutional appetites and punishments that powered the system. This is not history. It is a live audit of power.

Forced adoption was never simply the transfer of a child. It was a State‑engineered rupture of biology and identity. The separation of mother and infant created a dual trauma: a mother left with a grief she was forbidden to express, and a child left with a deprivation too early to name. Newborns were taken from the only voice, scent and heartbeat their bodies recognised, while mothers endured the clinical removal of their own flesh and blood.

To call these outcomes “unfortunate” is to repeat the language of a State intent on sanitising its own violence. This was wrath the moral violence of a system that punished women for stepping outside its script.

For mothers, the loss was not a moment but a life sentence. They were told to marry and “have children of your own,” as if the child taken from them were interchangeable. But the body does not forget. The loss is not a memory but an amputation a phantom limb that aches in the chest. Birthdays became secret vigils; crowds became search parties.

For adoptees, identities were not discovered; they were assigned. Many lived with a persistent, unspoken anxiety a physiological echo of a separation they had never escaped. To survive, many constructed a version of themselves designed to please, to avoid a second abandonment.

To understand the original removals, we must move beyond the clinical language of social policy and confront the anatomy of a machine. The archives reveal not “well‑meaning” individuals but a system that was cold, organised and deliberate. Files for unmarried mothers were often pre‑stamped with adoption outcomes long before birth.

As the Senate Inquiry into Former Forced Adoption Policies and Practices recorded:

    '... the hospital files of single pregnant girls were often marked ‘BFA’… assuming that the child of an unmarried mother would be adopted long before consent was taken.'

The maternity wards were the system’s front line. Young women were stripped of their names, isolated from support and forced into physical labour to “work off their keep”. Consent forms were signed while women were drugged, restrained or lied to in the hazy aftermath of traumatic deliveries. Religious orders supplied the moral cover; the State supplied the administrative teeth. Together they disappeared children at scale.

The appetite for babies was framed as virtue. Adoption was promoted as the only acceptable outcome for unmarried mothers. Social workers and policy documents routinely described them as “unfit”, “immature”, or “incapable”, not as assessments but as pretexts for removal. This was lust not sexual, but institutional hunger; the desire to take what was never theirs.

The State did not merely oversee adoptions; it managed a human supply chain calibrated to meet the demands of “deserving” middle‑class infertile couples. Vulnerable mothers were treated not as citizens in need of protection, but as a resource to be harvested. This was gluttony a system consuming the lives of the vulnerable to satisfy the demands of the powerful.

Economics sharpened the blade. Adoption became a financial instrument a way to reduce welfare liabilities while reshaping society according to a narrow moral script. Unmarried mothers were routinely denied financial assistance that would have enabled them to keep their babies. Many were never told they were legally entitled to the Maternity Allowance. Poverty was not an accident of circumstance; it was engineered to ensure compliance.

In the official ledger, the removal of a child was a “win‑win”: a reduction in welfare expenditure and the transfer of a baby from a “liability” to an “asset”.

Beneath these engines lay the State’s resentment of women who exercised autonomy outside its moral script. Unmarried mothers were treated as social problems to be managed rather than as citizens with rights. Many were sent to maternity homes not for support but for containment. Families, clergy and welfare workers acted to remove them from sight, often under the language of “saving face.”

Their pregnancies were framed as moral failures; their independence as deviance requiring correction. This was envy the State’s resentment of women who exercised independence outside its command.

After the National Apology for Forced Adoptions in 2013, the system did not reform; it retreated. Sloth became policy. Sloth here was not idleness but design the State discovered that doing nothing was the most effective way to bury the past. The public accepted the theatre of remorse as a finale rather than a beginning. Projects documenting the history of forced adoption were quietly decommissioned. Exhibitions were dismantled.

Government websites removed references to the Apology, redirecting the public to archival dead ends. Silence was no longer the drift of time; it was an administrative strategy.

Greed in the modern system is not about money taken but money withheld. After the Apology, the State replaced physical coercion with bureaucratic obstruction. Missing files, destroyed documents and inconsistent record‑keeping became a tactic. By delaying access to records, delaying recognition and delaying redress, the State benefits from the passage of time.

As survivors age, the financial cost of justice decreases. As witnesses die, the evidentiary burden becomes impossible to meet. Greed is the calculation that exhaustion will succeed where coercion once did.

And finally, pride the phantom crime. “Forced adoption” sounds like recognition; it feels like the beginning of an accounting. But in the cold reality of the law, it is a trap. You will not find “forced adoption” in any criminal code, any retrospective statute, or any federal compensation scheme. It is a social label a “sorry” engineered to carry no bill of costs.

By encouraging survivors to use this language, the State has steered them away from words that carry legal weight: kidnapping, aggravated fraud, deprivation of liberty and human trafficking. The Government apologises for “forced adoption” for the very reason it cannot be sued for it.

When survivors seek justice, they discover they are fighting a ghost. They are forced to contort the systematic theft of a human being into the petty language of civil torts negligence, trespass categories designed for broken fences, not the destruction of a family. When the evidence of fraud becomes too loud to ignore, the State retreats to its most brazen defence: the standard of the time. Cruelty is reframed as legality simply because it was popular.

The National Apology was not a new beginning; it was camouflage. While the public was reassured that the nation had finally “moved on”, the bureaucracy was quietly dismantling the evidence. The Forced Adoptions History Project has been decommissioned. The Without Consent exhibition has been dismantled. The physical evidence the photographs, the pleading letters, the hospital files has been boxed, taped shut and buried in the basement of the national memory.

Perhaps the most telling act is the quiet removal of the State’s own confession. The Attorney‑General’s website has scrubbed the National Apology, replacing it with a cold redirection to Trove the archive of the dead. This is not a technical update; it is a political act of silencing. The State has decided when the story ends, regardless of the lives left in wreckage.

The Australian system did not fail it worked exactly as intended. What we are seeing is not a “sad chapter” of history but a live audit of power. The ledger is still open. If the State, with the Church beside it, can erase a family without consequence, then no right you hold is secure.

The scandal now is not what was done, but what is still being done to keep it buried. A nation that congratulates itself on fairness has spent decades perfecting the art of disappearance of babies, of records, of responsibility. The Apology was the performance; the bureaucracy is the truth. And in that truth sits a simple, devastating fact: a State that can steal a child and walk away untouched is a State that can do anything.

The institutions that built this machinery believe they have outlasted the witnesses, outwaited the grief and outmanoeuvred the law. But history is not theirs to curate. Memory is not theirs to extinguish. And no matter how deep they bury the evidence, no matter how carefully they script the silence, the truth will overtake the story.

A national class action for post‑Apology harm is beginning to take shape. Its early steps are visible at https://secretsliesandshame.com.
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Articles / You must have had a bad experience...
« Last post by Forgotten Mother on February 25, 2026, 04:00:58 PM »
https://drbarbarasumner.substack.com/p/you-must-have-had-a-bad-experience?utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=email&fbclid=IwY2xjawQL-1lleHRuA2FlbQIxMQBzcnRjBmFwcF9pZBAyMjIwMzkxNzg4MjAwODkyAAEewXqohP1N95ODcxzJZqQBusdEA-Nzg33uLJ-W6kmES7i0C3ds-q--XxpmW-A_aem_biMfMprs5zwvLcp6GQMvUg&triedRedirect=true

You must have had a bad experience...
...it's time you got over it, it could have been worse, you should be grateful and other negations.
Dr Barbara Sumner
Feb 24, 2026

These phrases follow adopted people around like shadows.

Last week alone, on my public Facebook page, people threw this at me, and other adopted people at least five or six times.

Mostly, this phrase is delivered as a correction. As if the only legitimate reason to question adoption is personal damage.

These words act as a containment strategy.

Imagine saying this to someone describing the long-term impact of growing up in poverty, evacuated from their homeland as a child, speaking up against institutional racism, domestic violence, or any ACE (Adverse Childhood Experience).

We just don’t. Because we understand, instinctively, that one person’s survival story does not cancel an alternative story.

No one tells me that because I walked away from one fatal car crash and barely survived another, I am not entitled to be critical of driver standards. My survival did not erase the impact.

Yet in adoption discourse, we all live inside a range of social beliefs designed to minimise the impacts of human adoption.

    Adoption is inherently good
    If you are critical, something must have gone wrong
    If nothing visibly went wrong, you have no standing
    If others report happiness, your analysis collapses

This way, the focus is shifted from structure to sentiment.

When an adopted adult speaks about falsified birth records, legal erasure, severed kinship, identity confusion, and genealogical dislocation, the response is not to examine the system. It is to examine the speaker.

And we become anecdotes, we become a story, one of those ‘if it bleeds it leads’ headlines that serve as entertainment.

    What happened to you?
    Were your adopters unkind?
    Did something go wrong?

The implication is that only mistreatment counts. Only overt abuse or visible dysfunction qualifies as injury or legitimate grief.

We saw this in the NZ Royal Commission on Abuse in Care’s late inclusion of adoption in its remit.

The flaw at the heart of this inclusion was that there had to be a prerequisite of abuse in an adoptive home. This reduced adoption discourse to good or bad adoption, bad-apple adopters, and/or disgruntled, non-compliant, reactive adoptees.

It silenced those who experienced a reasonable or happy childhood but who still sought to end the inequalities embedded in their adoptive status.

This flaw could only have been by design. While apologies and reparations were part of the Royal Commission's mandate for those abused in state care, none of this was available to adopted people abused in the home that the state allocated to them. This sifted the focus (for adopted people only) to a listening service alone, as though being heard were a sufficient remedy.

I cover this and other flaws in the Royal Commissions in On Human Adoption.

Really, why do we need to have been abused inside our adoptive home to be justified in asking questions about the structures, functions and purpose of human adoption?

Adoption causes the loss of genetic mirroring and alienation from family and identity; it causes a lifetime inside a false identity and a state-mandated fiction that you were born to someone else.

Even in the most loving adoptive household, those elements sit like stones in the centre of a domestic life built on lies.

To tell an adopted person “you must have had a bad experience” is to refuse to see that structural trauma exists independently of individual goodwill.

Is there any other state-authorised social arrangement where structural rupture is reframed as rescue, and where the people who question it are branded as bitter?

If adoption can be traumatising even when there was no overt abuse, then what happens to the moral simplicity of ‘you must have had a bad experience’?

Easy answer - it is turned back onto the adopted person to avoid causing moral complexity.

In other trauma areas, society is careful not to rank one person's suffering against another’s happiness.

Only in adoption do we expect the person most affected to defend their right to feel what they feel.

Until all the negative issues inherent in human adoption are taken seriously, all adopted people who question the system will continue to be pathologised for recognising what and what was done to them.

There is a whole lexicon of repetitive minimisation that circles all adopted people. So much so, you could be forgiven for thinking it is ritualistic.

You should be grateful:
Gratitude is weaponised to override grief. No other trauma survivor is told that material provision cancels emotional rupture. If you’ve survived a famine, does anyone say you can’t speak of hunger because you now have food?

It could have been worse:
Comparative silencing shifts the conversation from what happened to a ranking exercise. Trauma does not disappear because a hypothetical alternative might have been harsher.

At least you were chosen:
Acquisition as flattery. It ignores the fact that no infant consents to being selected. We do not tell abducted children that they were lucky to be chosen carefully.

Your real mother gave you up because she loved you.
Not only does recasting love as rejection often damage future adult relationships, it also blocks inquiry into the social conditions that made separation inevitable.

Love is enough.
If that were true, there would be no need to falsify birth records.

You are lucky you were not aborted.
My favourite hate messaging. This is existential blackmail. It frames survival as debt and implies that the adopted person must remain silent as the price to pay for being alive.

But all families are messy.
True. But not all families begin with legal erasure and state-mandated identity substitution. This phrase flattens a specific structural rupture into ordinary relational difficulty.

That was a long time ago.
Time does not dissolve identity alteration. New legislation is always springing up to expand the wall of control around adopted people.

You are focusing on the negative.
Naming loss is reframed as negativity. while in any other trauma context, we call it processing.

Plenty of adoptees are happy.
Happiness elsewhere does not invalidate pain here.

You are hurting your adoptive parents by talking like this.
Another of my favourites. It shifts the focus from the affected person to others' comfort. Adopted people are conditioned to manage everyone else’s feelings.

You were saved.
Saved from what? Poverty. Stigma. Geography. The language of rescue conceals the fact that someone had to be separated so that someone else could parent.

Why can’t you just move on?
Identity theft is not an event you “get over.” It is an ongoing condition.

Notice the one thing all these statements do?

    They relocate the problem from the system to the speaker.
    They convert structural critique into personal complaint.
    They protect the moral narrative of adoption.

Once you accept that adoption can contain trauma even in the presence of a form of love, the simplicity collapses.

And complexity is harder to live with than denial.
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Articles / My Primal Wound: How Adoption Trauma Has Shown Up for Me
« Last post by Forgotten Mother on February 18, 2026, 05:01:45 PM »
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My Primal Wound: How Adoption Trauma Has Shown Up for Me

Adoption Trauma: The Primal Wound

In her book on understanding adopted children, Nancy Verrier describes adoption as a "primal wound." This is the core idea that separation from the birth mother creates a fundamental internal "wound." The sense of loss and grief is said to affect the adoptee throughout life.

But how? What does that look like?!?

When I hear the word "trauma," I automatically associate it with something awful. Brain trauma, violent crime, something causing permanent, ever-lasting damage. Adoption trauma, while not something we can visibly see, carries its own weight of forever effects. A quick google search defines adoption trauma as "the profound emotional and psychological distress resulting from the inherent separation and loss experienced by an adoptee from their birth family, even in ideal situations." It goes on to say that adoption trauma can lead to issues like attachment problems, identity confusion, anxiety, depression, and difficulties formulating relationships.

MY primal wound aches with all of those issues listed.

As a young girl growing up, my adoption trauma showed its anxious face each time my mother dropped me off at school. It felt impossible to separate from her. I'd wrap around her leg like a tiny sloth, sobbing, often so hard that I would gag and eventually vomit. I quickly noticed you couldn't stay at school when you threw up because the school couldn't differentiate between one being sick with nerves vs one being sick with germs. Cry, puke, go home, repeat. This became my daily routine.

I outgrew my morning meltdowns in elementary school, but middle school brought new challenges. New people had new questions, like why didn't I speak Spanish? Was that my "real" mom? And they had new insults, like calling me "goyim", meaning I wasn't a real Jew. I remember arguing to defend my Jewish identity, reciting portions of my Torah readings from my Bat Mitzvah. I remember that I had no defense for my Chilean identity. I knew nothing about my birth country or birth family, nothing about Chilean cuisine and traditions. The tallies in my "difference" column were adding up during a time where I desperately wanted to be the same.


I started stealing alcohol from my parent's liquor cabinet when I was in the 7th grade. The following year I was smoking weed in the woods behind my middle school. I entered high school at age 14 and soared through the hallways high as a kite. I was trading my prescription Adderall pills for pain killers and then washing them down with 40 ozs of St. Ides malt liquor. I was sneaking out of my suburban home to attend mid-week raves an hour away, in downtown Washington, DC. I'd eat ecstasy and dance until I was so dehydrated that I couldn't even stand. In high school, I lived to make memories I could barely remember while running from a life I wanted to forget. Nobody in my friend group cared about my attachment issues, my identity confusion, or my inability to form solid connections. All they cared about was nourishing their addictions, and so did I. Finally, I found a place where I wasn't different, I fit right in.

Growing up I didn't understand the complexities of adoption. Not only did I not have access to adoption competent mental health care but nobody in my family had any understanding of "adoption competency" as a concept. Being aware that I grew up in the 80's, a time when there was very little known about the effects of adoption, I recognize resources in general were limited, but my family still has little understanding of adoption competency to this very day (42 years after I was adopted and the traumas still keep seeping through various cracks in my life).

I often wonder if perhaps I'm not talking about adoption enough. Do people think this has all healed?!? That it just went away? I quickly realize that as I age, my primal wound becomes less apparent. It's bandaged up, well contained and it doesn't "bleed" as much. I've learned to take good care of it over the years, but that doesn't mean my adoption trauma has dissipated. It may no longer show up as tears as I hang onto my mother and it definitely doesn't show up in drunken nights at the bar, but it's still there.

For me, adoption trauma now shows up in quieter moments that people can't correlate to an "outburst." I now navigate a known personal need for extra reassurance in relationships. It took a ruined relationship to understand why it hurt so bad when my husband would threaten to "leave" our marriage. My tears at the births of my four children weren't all happy. Some were tears of intense confusion. I sat alone in my sadness with my newborns as I held their itsy-bitsy hands and thought about how my biological mother said goodbye to that fresh finger "grip" before I was 24 hours old.

If this adventure of adoption has taught me one thing, it's that this primal wound doesn't seem to go away. It changes, requiring new attention, new care and new "cleaning up" as life passes by, but it never really lets you forget it's there. Our experiences often erupt what we thought was dormant and the nursing of this primal wound begins again.

The journey continues...
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