Showing posts with label Adoption. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Adoption. Show all posts

Monday, July 7, 2014

Adoption Story Part 3 - Extra details about the adoption world

So you've read what it was like for me being adopted in part one, and followed along on my journey as I found my birth parents in part two, but there are a few more things I wanted to add about adoption. As someone who was adopted and worked in the adoption field I sometimes get questions about the adoption process in general... and how it has changed over the years. You might also be interested in what my work entailed when I worked at an Adoption Agency. As you read this, please keep in mind that when I talk about the adoption experience it's in relation to the agency I worked at in the time frame I worked. To find out the specifics of the law make sure to check with an agency or adoption attorney in your state.

Part 1 - Growing up adopted
Part 2 - Finding my birth parents
Part 3 - Extra details about the adoption world


You worked at an adoption agency. How did that happen? Did you actively seek that out?

After the funding fell out at my job (working in social services) I started looking for something within the same field. I had my masters in Professional Counseling and Marriage and Family Therapy and had been working with a lot of high risk families and kids (mostly court ordered). I was excited to come across a position as a birth parent counselor at an adoption agency, but they were looking for someone with a license in Social Work. I applied, along with a number of other places hoping that I might have a chance. They took a long time to get back to me, but I later found out that they really were looking to hire someone with a license in Social Work, but not so much for this position - they needed someone to sign off on adoption studies and thought they would combine the roles. They were able to find a licensed person just for that purpose which opened up the credentials for the birth parent position (this is why I often encourage the students I work with to not be totally turned off when their degree isn't the exact degree needed. If it's similar, it's worth applying for as you never know what the possibilities are or the reasoning behind why they need those credentials).

Luckily, I got the job and was able to use my personal experience to help support birth parents. While I worked mostly with birth parents, I also helped adoptive parents understand the birth parents experience - especially when it came to the hospital visit.


What was a typical day/week like when you worked in adoption?

Each day and week was different, which was the most consistent thing about this job. I never quite knew what to expect even when I had a general plan laid out for the week. I would be in the office a couple days a week to answer a specific phone line we had for birth parents. While I was there I did other office stuff (organizing, filing, marketing, etc). For the days I wasn't in the office I often had appointments with birth parents. We worked throughout Minnesota so some days I had to travel 10 minutes to see someone while another day might be a 4 hour drive, but I would say most commutes were within a couple hours. Occasionally, a birth mom might want to come to the office, but usually I went to their home.

Birth father's were involved sometimes, but most of the time I was meeting with a birth mother alone. In our initial meetings we would talk about her situation, what she was hoping for, options (could she parent, did she have any support, what would things be like in a few years), and the adoption process. I never wanted a birth mom to feel like I was talking her into adoption. I wanted to inform her of the process and make sure she had explored all her options. Some women decided to go the adoption route and others didn't. Usually, once a woman called us though, she'd put a fair amount of thought into it and was feeling somewhat serious about the decision. Some women felt the pressure from people around them to make the adoption choice and these were often the most difficult situations and sometimes led to a failed adoption (more about this in a moment).

Once birth moms were at the stage of having the baby I would travel to see her at the hospital the day after she had the baby. Part of my role was to check in on her and see how she was feeling now that she had the baby. We would try to prepare birth parents for this moment, but you never really truly could. This was sometimes more difficult for birth dads as birth moms had the experience of having the baby be a part of them and the baby often felt very real throughout the entire pregnancy. While at the hospital, I would also help to make sure that the hospital was honoring any wishes she had (hospitals for the most part were really great with respecting all parties involved).

The other role I had at the hospital was to help facilitate contact with the adoptive parents. We would work out a plan before birth (when to come to the hospital, how much contact was wanted, plan for leaving the hospital...), but sometimes those plans changed and usually needed a middle person to help it all come together. Every birth family was different in the amount of contact or visits they wanted from the adoptive family. Some adoptive parents were in the room practically the entire time, and for others there was no contact with the birth parents, but most were somewhere in between.

The final day at the hospital I would return to help with the departure. There was paperwork to be signed so the baby could leave the hospital with the adoptive parents if the birth mom chose not to walk out of the hospital with the baby (as sometimes they said their goodbyes and left before or after the adoptive parents). There really were so many different variations of how this happened depending on the birth mom's wishes. It was an incredibly emotional moment and I think for most birth parents it was helped by knowing that they had an open adoption plan set in place (more to come on that too!).

Besides working with birth moms I also spoke to potential adoptive parents at the orientation/open houses our agency offered. Once adoptive parents signed up they worked with an adoptive parent counselor and had a home study done along with a number of trainings. I provided one of the trainings on the hospital experience and how to interact with the birth family. Plus, I would speak at different schools and agencies about the adoption process.

Since babies aren't born on schedule this meant that my job felt like I was on 24/7. There was one other birth parent counselor so we would take turns being 'on call' for the weekends, but if one of the birth parents we were working with delivered that weekend or wanted to meet, it was our responsibility to do so. For the weekends we were 'on call' that might mean that we would get a call from a hospital that a woman just delivered a baby and wanted to place her child for adoption. We'd have to drop everything and run off to where ever she was and bring our adoptive parents profiles with for her to choose (after making sure it was what she wanted to do, of course). While this position did offer a fair amount of flexibility and often some down time, it felt like I was always working.


How often did birth parents change their mind about the adoption?

For the agency I worked at not very often, but it does happen. As a birth parent counselor we tried to recognize signs that a birth parent might not go through with the adoption. We'd talk about other options that she might have to raise the child and how she's going to feel if she doesn't bring the baby home with her. I recall one woman who struggled so much with her decision and I always felt that she thought she had to go through with the adoption to make the birth father happy. I worked with them as a couple and her alone extensively, but she insisted on going through with the adoption. She changed her mind after the baby had been living with the adoptive parents, but before the adoption was finalized. It was heartbreaking, but I understood that in the end she realized she did have to give parenting a try - it just took her not having the baby with her to realize it fully.


How long does the birth mother have to sign the adoption paperwork (or change her mind)?

Every state is different, but in Minnesota a birth parent cannot sign anything until at least 72 hours after the birth of the child and has up to 60 days to do so. Once they sign, they have another 10 days to change their mind. These days babies usually go right home from the hospital with the adoptive parents unlike when I was a child and placed in foster care for my first couple months. For some states long ago babies had to be in foster care for a year before they could be placed for adoption. Birth parents can ask that a baby be placed in foster care until the adoption is finalized, but I never had one do so in the five years I worked in the adoption field.


Can you talk more about open adoption and how it works?

Sure. Birth parents and adoptive parents would share with us their comfort level with future contact. Sometimes one of the parties didn't get quite what they wanted or were open to, but most of the time it was an important part of the decision process for birth parents so they selected adoptive parents who were on the same page as them. I did see a few instances where the birth parents wanted no contact, but it was the rarity. We would create a document that laid out the wishes of both parents. The document was not legal, but we stressed (especially to adoptive parents) the importance of honoring the agreement. For many, it was mostly pictures and letters which would become less frequent as the child grew. For others, it was letters, pictures, and visits. I knew a number of adoptive families who really embraced their child's birth mom as she was treated like a family member, perhaps picking the child up from school on occasion or attending family celebrations.


How does each party know their legal rights?

At the agency I worked at, both birth parents and adoptive parents had their own attorneys.


What can adoptive parents pay for?

In Minnesota, adoptive parents have to pay for a birth parent's legal and counseling expenses. They can pay for any uninsured medical expenses and living expenses. Any payments made must be reported.


Did working in the field of adoption help you with your search or influence you?

Yes, it influenced me. And yet, I really want to say it didn't. Would I have made the same decision if I didn't work at an adoption agency? Yes. Probably. What it did do for me is give me some more insight into the adoption process. Adoption changed a lot between the closed adoptions when I was born to the open adoptions of today. That's not to say that there aren't closed adoptions today, but overall open adoptions are seen much more favorably than they would have been when I was born.


How is adoption different from when you were born to now?

As I mentioned above, adoptions were closed back in the day. Plain and simple. Each state had different regulations around this and many laws are still in place that make finding birth parents next to impossible. I was adopted in Minnesota through a local agency so I was able to go to their website where they very clearly laid out the search process and cost. However, I know people who were born in other states (or countries) where the searches have been incredibly difficult or just impossible.

Now, domestic adoptions are much more open. They come in all shapes and forms. The agency I worked at focused only on domestic adoptions whereas other agencies provided both domestic (newborns, older children, special needs...) and international adoptions.


What do you think about closed adoption vs. open adoption? Do you think that all closed adoptions should now be open?

This is clearly a heated topic for many who have been impacted by adoption. Some adopted individuals feel that their closed records should become open and I understand their point of view. However, I also want to be respectful of those birth parents who may not want those records open. While there continues to be a stigma for women in these situations (often young and unmarried), it was even greater years ago. Many of these women kept the adoption secret from their families and opening that up might create challenges they are not open to and I feel I have to respect that as well. In fact, I know one woman who found her birth mom, but her birth mom never told anyone that she had placed a child for adoption. While they have a relationship where they connect from time to time, the birth mom still has not told anyone in her family about her daughter and likely never will.

Personally, I feel that in all closed adoptions there should be a process that allows each party to go back to their adoption agency (or a central database of sorts) to sign a release of information so it would open the door if each side chose to and any medical information on file should be readily shared (mine was, but was limited in nature as it was collected when my birth mom placed me at 19 years old).


Would you ever adopt a child?

I would be open to adopting, but I've settled on the one child plan for our family. If I couldn't get pregnant I would have thought of this more seriously. Jesse and I even talked about it early in our relationship as a possibility.

I will admit that if I was looking to adopt a child I would prefer a baby and that it be a domestic open adoption. I'd want as much family history that I could get to pass on to my child, and I'd want to have an open relationship from the start with the birth parents if they were open to it. For me, I feel that it's not only that I'd want to know the people my child came from, but it seems respectful to my child. Having said that, I respect that people have different feelings on this and I don't think one type of adoption is better than another.


What are some things to never say to an adopted person? How do I refer to adoption?

It's not that uncommon to hear that someone say that so and so was 'given up' for adoption, but what's more appropriate to say is that someone was 'placed' for adoption. I don't take too much offense to the 'given up' language since I used to say that all the time and I understand that many people grew up with that terminology, but I do try to use language that is more respectful to all parties involved. I also try to respectfully correct language that isn't appropriate.

Also, my 'real parents' are the parents who raised me... so that would be my adoptive parents. The people who I get my genes from are by birth parents or biological parents. For me, 'birth parents' feels like a better fit.

I think in most instances people are naive, but mean well. I was once at a retirement party where a woman and her children were being introduced to the group, but instead of saying "this is Mary and her sons" they said "this is Mary and her adopted sons". The boys were late teens so it seemed especially unnecessary to point out that they were adopted. However, the mother was white and the boys were black so I assume the person introducing them felt the need to clarify how that might have happened. Totally unnecessary. These boys were her sons. I know she may have wanted to clear up the race difference for the group, but by saying they were adopted can make some feel less than. It's not that you can't talk about it, but that it should be discussed differently. I've talked about my adoption plenty, but no one introduces me as Frank's adopted child.


Do you know any good books or resources about adoption?

Well, if you are thinking about adopting do your research and make sure to check out several different agencies. In Minnesota, there are a number of adoption agencies, but I will mention a few here:

Adoption Minnesota
Lutheran Social Service
Catholic Charities

Check out their sites for more information about the adoption process and the types of adoption they assist with. As far as books on adoption? I actually haven't read a ton. Mostly I've picked up those that tell true life stores of reunitement like A.M. Holmes' A Mistress's Daughter, which I have to admit I am glad I read after I found my birth parents and not after. It's an interesting read and shows that everyone has a different adoption story.

The Portrait of Adoption website provides a list of other books on adoption worth checking out. I've been meaning to check out The Open-Hearted Way to Open Adoption  by Lori Lavender Luz as it was written by a friend of a friend and I hear it's quite good.

I've also found the Adoption: Share the Love Facebook page to be a great spot to positively bring together people touched by adoption.

There are so many adoption resources out there so this just hits on a few. If you are interested in adoption I'd recommend picking up one of these books or starting with an adoption website. And, if you have any questions feel free to ask. I may not be in the adoption field anymore, but I might have some useful insight for you.

Friday, June 27, 2014

Adoption Story part 2 - Finding my Birth Parents

If you've read part one of this series you will understand what it was like for me growing up adopted and that I never had any desire to find my birth parents so you might wonder how I came around and decided to search for them. Well, let me talk a little about that. But first, a reminder of the three parts of this story:


Part 1 - Growing up adopted
Part 2 - Finding my birth parents
Part 3 - Extra details about the adoption world


And to help you keep everyone straight, here is my family...

Ruth and Frank 
Adoptive parents 
(I will refer to them as my parents, because that's how I refer to them in day to day life)

Ann 
Step-mom 
(in the past I've often referred to her as my mom) 

Linda and Leo 
Birth parents

Karen and Scott  
Adopted siblings aka, my sister and brother
(I have a gazillion siblings, but these two were also adopted)

Judy, Linda, Barry, Chuck, Ben, Robert, Angel, John
Step siblings
(Ann's kids)

Andy, Megan, Squid, Lindsey, Derek
Birth siblings
(the first three are Linda's kids, and the last two are Leo's kids)


When did you finally decide to search for your birth parents and why?

As I mentioned in my last post, I really had no desire to search for my birth parents. I had nothing against them; I just felt like I had enough in my life and didn't need to invite the unknown into it.

I finally decided to search when I was 34, and working at an adoption agency. This really didn't have anything to do with where I worked except for helping me understand the process. But even so, the laws had changed so much over the years that it only gave me a slight leg up in understanding what was involved.

What really happened was that I wanted my medical history. I've mentioned this on the blog before that I have some health issues. Nothing serious, but enough to be an annoyance that impacts me pretty much every day. I was curious if any of these things ran in the family and if they found any resolution for them that would help me... or even if I had something to be concerned about.

I knew I had an option to request health information only, but I could do a whole search too. I really wanted health information and some pictures. Not sure if I could get just that so I kept thinking about it. Actually, this was just a thought for a long time - not something that I actually thought I would take action on. Plus, the cost of searching was a little prohibitive for me at the time. My dad would bring it up from time to time over the years and even offered to pay for the search since he said he got me into this situation. Haha. Even with that offer I knew I had to really think this through. I think between my medical issues becoming more prominent and with the gentle, yet encouraging, questioning from my dad I finally decided to start the process. It was not an easy decision and one that I constantly doubted.


What was the first step in the search?

I knew the name of the agency I was adopted from so I checked out their website first. I was able to see the cost of a search and download the paperwork to get started. I originally contacted the agency in February of 2006 which is when I discovered that my birth mom had updated her address in 1999, but she hadn't signed a release of information. They noted that since they probably had her current address on file the cost for the search would be less. In April, before I submitted the paperwork to the agency, I requested a copy of my original birth certificate from the state just in case my birth mom had made that public (since that only cost $13.00), but she hadn't. I'll admit I stalled a lot in this process as I second guessed that this was what I really wanted, but I eventually got my paperwork together.  By the end of June I had finally sent in all my documentation and made a payment for the search. I was told that the search was typically 6 - 8 weeks from there.


And??? What happened next?

After sending in my paperwork and connecting with a counselor from the agency I had to write a brief letter and include a picture of myself.

I sent this one partly because I liked my hair... even though I have a bit of 'crazy eye' going on. Lol.

From there the agency needed to make contact with my birth mom by phone as a start. They couldn't leave a message or just send a letter - they needed to get her on the phone. This probably took a week to happen once they let me know that they were going to reach out to her. I wasn't overly anxious about it, but at the same time, every time the phone rang I wondered if it was the adoption agency.

I believe I was at work when I got that call. As I mentioned, I was working at an adoption agency (different place obviously than where I was adopted from), but I hadn't told anyone there about my search. I told a few people in my family, my boyfriend (now husband), and maybe a couple friends. If even that. I was still doubting my search and wanted to feel like it was all mine. I needed to keep this close to me and eliminate the possible comments and questions I would receive that I wasn't ready for.

So anyway, that call came in late August. I remember it being near my one year dating anniversary with Jesse (who, by the way, was completely supportive of this whole thing). I was able to get a few details about my birth mom in that call to help tide me over until she sent a letter to me later. I learned that she's handy too, has a couple cats, the names of her other kids and that she works at a group home.

I wasn't ready for a direct phone call so we started with letters. The agency sent my letter and picture to her after they made phone contact and her first letter came to me on September 6, 2006. In that letter she shared more about herself and about family... and that she and my birth dad were still friends. She shared that she hadn't told him about me reaching out yet as she wanted to leave that up to me whether I wanted to meet him or not.

I did want to connect with my birth dad so I let her know that and we continued to write letters to each other. Soon, I received a letter from him and then from his daughter Lindsey who had no idea about me up to that point. I imagine that was a shocker for a number of people.


When did you actually meet them?

Eventually, I was ready for a phone call so we started communicating that way and decided that we would set a time to meet. Linda and Leo live 2 - 3 hours south of me, but agreed to come to me. I think this may have been in October since I remember the weather still being somewhat decent. We went to lunch and just talked. I remember looking at their eyes during lunch trying to figure out where I got these eyes from. It was a good first meeting and I was able to share my feelings about them (respect for them, thought that they placed me for adoption out of love, etc), and why I was so hesitant to search (my whole situation with my mom, and the expectations that came along with that). I hoped this would provide a good foundation or understanding of what I was looking for and was expecting out of meeting them.

First time we met face to face at my house

Closer to Christmas I drove down to see them. First, I went to Linda's where all her kids were, including her mom, and my sister in law and nephew. I was incredibly grateful that Jesse was there because I pretty much shut down. I had so much unidentifiable emotion rolling around inside me that I apparently forgot how to communicate. He was charming and funny and I was so proud to have him by my side.

Andy, Megan, Linda, myself, and Squid. Squid's name is actually Dustin, but everyone calls him Squid since he was apparently a squirrelly kid.

With grandma Val

Also notice how similar her wall color and texture was to mine in the picture above at my house. Weird.

We also visited with Leo and his wife, Debbie, and his two kids. I was starting to loosen up a bit, but still wasn't my usual self. Again, so grateful Jesse was there.

Lindsey, Leo, myself, and Derek


How has your relationship grown since meeting them?

Well, we still are in contact, but do so more through emails, text, facebook... I see them from time to time, although I've seen my birth dad's side a little more in the past year because of baby showers and such. I used to talk on the phone, mostly with Linda because she would initiate it, but I've sort of given that up. It's partly because she's now online, but I just don't like talking on the phone and it felt like too much for me.

I get the feeling that they would like more from me and I admit when I really start to feel that way I tend to push away. I can only give what I'm giving right now. I don't ever expect that they will fill a 'parent' role to me, but they do feel like family. I do enjoy that they are a part of my family and the less that is expected of me the more comfortable I feel. As I mentioned before, it was hard meeting my mom (Ruth) after so many years apart and knowing that I could not live up to the expectations she had just really sucked, to be honest. I'm trying my best to just have some sort of relationship and not put any expectations on it that I cannot live up to. Easier said than done.

With my birth dad, his wife, Lindsey and Derek and their spouses.


If you could go back, would you search for them again?

Well gee, this is a hard one to answer. Especially, since they might be reading this. And because I'd probably say no. No, I don't think I would search again. But let me make it clear that it's not about them. Each member of my birth family has exceeded my expectations. I was so relieved that they were the people that they are. I'm proud of all my siblings and feel that my birth parents would have provided a safe and loving home for me had they raised me.

Yet, at the same time I feel like I would have been fine without meeting them. I know that might sound cold, but it's true. I have quite a large family that involves relationships and obligations, and there's that whole meeting my mom (Ruth) thing that continues to hang over my head.

I guess you could say that I feel like I should be doing more to connect with them, and yet I don't want to and that makes me feel like I am letting someone down in some way. So I'd rather not feel that way and no searching for them in the first place would have avoided that feeling. Of course, I probably would have wondered about a number of things and when it comes right down to it having a child of my own might have changed my mind as well. I hope this all makes sense (and that no one takes it personally).


How did your parent's feel about you searching for your birth family?

If my mom were still alive I'm not sure how she would feel. Because of her mental illness I'm inclined to think that she would not have liked it, but that's purely speculation. My dad was very supportive and was sort of the one who encouraged it. I had mentioned that it would be nice to have my medical history, and in some ways I think he was hoping I'd want more than that. Part of me thinks that he was curious about these people who created me, but part of me wonders if he wanted to make sure that there were people to care for me and look out for me when he's gone. Sounds a little morbid, I guess, but since my dad is an older dad I know we've both thought about it.


What was your biggest fear in finding your birth family?

Oh, totally that they would want to step in and be my parents. I'm quite the introvert in that I need a lot of alone time to re-energize. I like to socialize, but I reach a point where I just feel drained by interacting with others. Between the nature of my job (talking to people all day long), and having a large family I was worried that they would want more than I could give.


What was the thing you most hoped to get out of meeting your birth family?

Medical information that would give me some insight into why I feel the way I do. Being able to see faces that look like mine. Ok, that's two, but those were the big things. I was about to write something about getting confirmation that my birth family was normal, but I thought of them that way before making the decision to search so I wouldn't say it was something that I hoped to discover.


How did your experience differ from your brother and sister? Did they search for their birth parents too?

My sister did reach out to the adoption agency with the hope of finding her birth mom, but was told that they did not have an address for her. My sister suspected that her birth mom didn't want her to find her, but who knows. My brother had no desire to find his birth parents.


If you could give some words of advice to those that are thinking about finding their birth parents, what would it be?

Um, well... everyone's experience is different, each state has different laws, and depending on when you were adopted those laws may be different from someone else in the same state. We all have different reasons for deciding to search or not search and for some people the weight of that search (and the outcome) is super heavy and other's might be more like me. This is all my way of saying this is a really hard question to address (who is coming up with these questions anyway?)

If I had to give some words of advice it would be to be prepared for anything; to know that you may be disappointed, but you may be delightfully surprised.

Oh, also know what your terms are. It's ok to set boundaries and it's ok to stand by them, but try not to be a dick about it. Early on, I talked with my birth parents about my situation with my mom to help them understand why I may be standoffish at times. It's not my intention to push them away, but I needed to have those boundaries. I also tried to make it clear that I would not be joining them for holidays. It was hard enough to accommodate my family and my husband's family so it was something I decided right away. It didn't stop them from asking, and I think the fact that I set that rule early helps me not feel too bad when I say 'no'.

Boundaries are good, but if you need to adjust them at some point it's ok to be flexible. And if it's too much or not what you expected it's ok to close the door again. It's not ideal, and again you want to be sensitive about it, but not all reunions work out.


How do you refer to your birth family?

My 'birth family'. 'Birth' pretty much goes in front of each relationship 'mom', 'dad', etc. However, I will admit that sometimes the 'birth' part can slip off for my siblings, but usually not for my birth parents. Parent is an important role and I feel like it needs to be defined for what it is here. Plus, as much as I care for my birth parents, they are not my parents - they aren't the people that I grew up with. But mostly, other people get confused when you start talking about multiple parents, whereas it's much easier to grasp multiple siblings.


How many parents and siblings do you now have?

Let's see, I guess I have the break down at the top of the page, but in numbers:

Moms - 3
Dads - 2
Siblings - 15


Did your birth parents name you and if so, what?

No, my birth mom did not name me, but when I asked her what she might have named me she said 'Louise'. It's her middle name.

Three generations


Who do you look like?

When the adoption agency finally connected us, my birth mom sent me a letter and a picture. I eagerly awaited the picture where I would be able to see people who looked like me. And then I got this...

Linda, Megan, Andy, Blake (nephew), Amy (sister in law), Valeen (grandma), and Squid.

I seriously didn't know who was my birth mom at first. I mean, I figured it out by deduction pretty quickly, but none of these people really look like me. I have to admit I was a little disappointed.

Then my birth father sent a picture and whammo, there it was.

Leo is in the dark blue. The rest are his siblings - my aunts and uncles

Maybe you can't tell so much, but for me all I could see were my cheeks on the guy in the dark blue shirt (my birth dad).

Here's the thing, I was actually thinking that the first thing I would notice would be eyes. In fact, I never thought twice about my cheeks until the moment I saw this picture. I thought that someone has to have these large blue-green eyes, but no. Turns out my eyes are sort of a blend of both my birth parents. Hers are a little gray, his are very blue and together they apparently make blue green, but still not sure where the size of them come from.

I also have my birth dad's nose - square with a little dent (otherwise fondly known as the 'butt crack') on the end. I think my chin comes from my birth mom's side and my long torso I found in my birth sister, Megan (Linda's daughter), but no one else. My long fingers I finally found in Leo's mom, Florence.

Me, Grandma Florence, and Leo


Did your birth parents share why they placed you for adoption and if so, why?

We have talked about this and it feels a little weird to tell their story... kind of like it's not my story to tell. However, I will share this... They were both 19. Linda had a two year old son and her parents weren't happy that she was having another baby. I don't think she had a lot of support, including from my birth dad. He has expressed regret over this and honestly, I don't hold it against him. They seem to still be friends and Linda actually introduced Leo to his wife. If they have any long standing issue about this I don't know and I sort of don't care. For me, I just don't want to judge. I wasn't in their shoes so I really don't know what I would have done in the same situation.What I do know is that it was a HARD decision and one not made lightly.

My birth siblings from both sides when they were young (and Leo's two step sons)


Do you see yourself more in your parents or your birth parents (looks, personality, etc)?

I'm inclined to say my dad, but at the same time he and I are different in many ways. A lot of that was probably influence from friends growing up, but also because there is a 44 year age difference in us. There are also similarities with my birth parents and some of those characteristics overlap with my dad (such as the handyman side of me). My birth dad said I am a lot like his sister which was interesting to hear since I rarely heard comments like that growing up.


What do your families think of each other? Do all your parents get along?

I love that they all like each other. That's one thing that I never was really worried about or had to deal with. I know that's not true for all adoptees. I feel very grateful for this. When someone in my family asks me about my birth family there is a genuine interest. In fact, my birth mom is a seamstress and made a few bags for me. When on of my step sisters saw them she connected directly with my birth mom to buy some from her and then even sold a bunch to her friends. I really do have good people in my life.


What do you think your relationship will look like in the future?

Who knows. I'm pretty sure they will stay in my life, but even in the 8 years we've been in contact the relationship has changed. As I mentioned, we hardly talk to them on the phone and I'm ok with that. Thanks to Facebook I know a little more about some of them than others. And I still see them from time to time for different family events. I'll likely never have the relationship with them that I might have if they raised me. As a parent, I can only imagine that is probably tougher on them than it is on me. I'm glad that I've met them, that they are nice people, and that we can appreciate each other.


Next post will be about some adoption details people might want to know about. Please don't hesitate to ask any questions!

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Adoption Story Part 1 - Growing Up Adopted

Some time ago I mentioned that I was going to write up the story of my adoption, but never really got around to it. It's been a huge part of my life so it was hard to determine what was relevant or not and it sort of turns out that pretty much everything is relevant. In an attempt to not turn this into a novel I will tell my story in a Q and A format and split it into several posts:

Part 1 - Growing up adopted

And to help you keep everyone straight here is my family...

Ruth and Frank 
Adoptive parents 
(I will refer to them as my parents, because that's how I refer to them in day to day life)

Ann 
Step-mom 
(in the past I've often referred to her as my mom) 

Linda and Leo 
Birth parents

Karen and Scott  
Adopted siblings aka, my sister and brother
(I have a gazillion siblings, but these two were also adopted)

Judy, Linda, Barry, Chuck, Ben, Robert, Angel, John
Step siblings
(Ann's kids)

Andy, Megan, Squid, Lindsey, Derek
Birth siblings
(the first three are Linda's kids, and the last two are Leo's kids)

So without further ado...


How old were you when you were adopted?

I was about 2 months old. I was born in January of 1972 and was in foster care until placed with my parents on March 22 of 1972.

Adoption day - March 1972. 


My birth mom made this outfit and gave me the ring attached to the front of the dress. Unfortunately, it was destroyed in a house fire years later, but I have about 20 or more duplicates of this picture. Years later I discovered that this picture was given to my birth mother shortly after it was taken and she's been hanging on to it all these years. 


Why were you adopted?

My parents (remember this is adoptive parents) had two babies in the mid 1950's that died hours after birth (their lungs filled up with fluid). I can't even imagine how devastating that had to be. They went on to adopt my sister, Karen, and then my brother, Scott, in 1959 and 1961. Weirdly, my mom insisted on naming my sister the same name as one of the deceased babies. That's a whole other story, though.

Then 10 years after they adopted my brother they adopted me. I'm fairly certain I was a 'marriage fixer' baby even if they didn't realize that's what was happening. I don't hold it against anyone. It is what it is, but they probably should not have been allowed to adopt as my mom had some serious mental health issues. I've heard multiple diagnosis, but think delusional disorder... schizophrenia. Our family doctor apparently wrote a 3 page letter as to why she shouldn't have been allowed to adopt and I've heard stories that the adoption agencies were going to let her adopt a baby internationally, but not a domestic child. I'm not sure if that was true or not, but let's just say that my mom was a stubborn woman and was persistent in getting her way (oh the stories I could tell). When I ask my dad about that time he says that my mom did all the work with the adoption process and he didn't have to do much beyond signing some papers. That's just the way things were then.


I was about three years old in this picture (which is when my parents divorced). You can see how unhappy (most) everyone was. I was apparently clueless to the mood surrounding me.


What about your birth parents? Why did they place you for adoption? What were you told as a kid?

I was told that my birth parents were young and they wanted the best for me.


When did you first know you were adopted?

Hmm, I've just always known. I don't think we kids ever had a moment where we were sat down and given 'the talk'. My parents always talked about it and in a way that made me feel very special and loved. I never felt like my birth parents had given me up... or gotten rid of me. I truly was led to believe that they wanted the best for me and couldn't provide that at the time. I thought that if they could have they would have raised me and that it was a difficult decision that they had to make.


Do you look like your family (your adoptive family)?

Yes and no. We all have fair skin, and I think 4 out of 5 of us have blue eyes. We could pass for being related, but for someone who is adopted those differences can sometimes be magnified. Sure, my dad and I had some similarities, but I knew I didn't actually inherit those from him. And actually, it wasn't too terribly noticeable for me when I was younger (heck none of those TV families are genetically related so we fit right in on that aspect).

It was when I was a little older that it became more noticeable for me. My parents had divorced and my dad remarried an Italian woman with 8 kids from a previous marriage. One afternoon when I was a teenager we were at one of my step-sibling's house admiring one of their new babies. They all chimed in with comments like "she looks like so and so as a baby" and that's when it really hit me that I didn't have that. It was the first time I really felt impacted by that. Like I realized that I was missing out on really resembling anyone I knew. At the time I had no desire to meet my birth family or have a child so I wasn't sure how to deal with that. There was a little bit of a grieving feeling and then a moving on feeling. It was there, but wasn't so heavy that it was an issue.


My dad and I with 6 of my Italian siblings. My (enhanced) dark hair helps me blend in a little bit.


Speaking of being aware of how you looked different, did you ever feel out of place or left out since you were adopted?

Not really, but there were times. Most of the time I just felt normal, and of course, when I was younger I felt special. I was chosen to be Frank and Ruth's daughter... they didn't just give birth to me. Also, as I mentioned before, it wasn't until later that I became more aware of the differences between myself and my family. This also might have been because my parents divorced and a few years later I gained this new, enormous family.


Did you always want to meet your birth parents?

No. Actually, I had no desire to meet them most of my life. It wasn't that I had ill feelings towards them. I just felt like I had a family. And truthfully, I didn't want to take that risk. I was more afraid that they would want to step in and be my parents than them not wanting to meet me.


What was your relationship with adoption growing up?

When you tell people you are adopted you get all sorts of responses, but sometimes you feel like some sort of mini celebrity. All of a sudden people are really interested in your story... or they know someone who is adopted... or they ask awkward questions about your 'real' parents. I've never shied away from telling my story partly because I wanted people to be educated about adoption, but I know I would also be curious if I were in their shoes.

I also seemed to meet a lot of adopted people growing up. I'm not sure if we were drawn to each other in some way or that we just connected because of a shared experience. However, I wouldn't say that these people were any more close or distant than any of my other friends. It was just one piece that connected us and like all friendships those similar connections often draw you together.

What I learned from those friendships is that we all have different experiences and feelings about adoption. For me, I'm sure I would have had a good life with my birth parents, but I am grateful that I was adopted. Sure there was some crappy stuff in my family, but my dad has been my rock and I'm glad that he is a part of my life.


One of my friends is adopted from Korea. We'll call her Mary. Her story is very different from mine except that her birth parents (or in her case birth parent) felt they were in a place that they couldn't provide what they really wanted to and made the difficult decision to ask someone else to raise their child (also, stating that this is a difficult decisions actually seems to downplay how hard that decision is to make). For Mary, her birth mother passed away. She was the youngest of five girls and her birth dad placed her and another sister for adoption. She and her sister were adopted together by a family that was relatively well off. She never had to want for anything, but she shared that she always thought she should be living on the dirt floor of her family's hut in Korea. That was were she belonged. Her experience was very different than mine. She didn't look like her family and perhaps that was a daily reminder that I did not have to live with, but I understand where her thought process comes from and can respect it for what it is.


Has adoption worked it's way into your life in other ways?

Actually, when I was in my late 20's I started working at an adoption agency as a birth parent counselor. I supported birth parents primarily, but also got to work closely with adoptive parents. Being adopted certainly helped me understand who I was working with and gave me a bit of credibility. Even though I was neither a birth parent nor an adoptive parent I could identify with the situation at hand.

I really liked this job, although I will admit that at times it made me feel like adoption was my main identity. It was during this time when I was 34 that I finally decided to search for my birth parents.


That seems like a long time to decide to search for your birth parents. Did you never think about it growing up?

When I was in my late teens/early 20's my step-mom, Ann, used to ask me if I wanted to meet my birth family. I didn't at the time and didn't really think much about her asking. I understood her curiosity - lots of people asked. But Ann and I didn't always have the best relationship and some of the things she would say were just mean. As I mentioned in a previous post she had some mental health issues and you could say a lot of her jealousy and paranoia were focused on me. She told me multiple times that my dad didn't want to adopt me... that I was the attempted marriage fixer (who says this to their kid?). I never really took what she said too personally (I wasn't dumb, though, and figured I was a marriage fixer baby. I'm not mad about it and don't think my parents really thought of it in those terms).

My dad was always very open with me meeting my birth family. Perhaps I should back up a bit and share that when my mom and dad divorced when I was three, my dad gained custody of me. When I was 7 he remarried and this caused issues with my mom. Her mental illness got really bad at this time and a Judge determined that she shouldn't see me anymore. So from about age 7 or 8 until I was 18 I did not see my mom. My dad followed the Judge's recommendation until I was about 13 and then asked if I wanted to see my mom. I declined. I have to admit I was a little scared and didn't know what to expect. I think I was also a little too young to make this decision (it was far more complicated than this small paragraph can really describe). So I waited until I was 18 and then went to see my mom. It was weird and we never really gained the mother/daughter relationship that most people have before she passed away when I was 24. Anyway, this might seem off track, but it was very relevant in my decision to not search for my birth parents. It was hard to meet this woman. This woman who was my mom - she had so many wishes for me and I was her ugly duckling (trust me, it was a term of endearment with her). And yet, I couldn't be the person she wanted me to be. Why would I want to search for more people that I might let down? That sounds so emotional, but it was more of a feeling of "meh, I like my life, I know what to expect, I don't need to complicate things..."


A few years after I saw my mom again, my step mom got me non-identifying information about my birth parents from the adoption agency I was adopted from. Actually, I don't think they would release it to her and I can't quite remember how this all went down, but it was the first time I had solid information about my birth family. It's funny because my sister, Karen, always told me I was German, French, and I think English. Everyone in my family told me I was German - it was apparently obvious with my square German nose. I'm not sure where my sister got all this from... perhaps we were filling in the gaps as needed, but when I got the non-identifying info I discovered that I wasn't French at all. I was German. At least on my birth mother's side as my birth father's was reported as unknown (years later I would learn that I have a dash of Danish as well).

I would also find out how many aunts and uncles I had and every one's approximate height, weight, hair color, eye color... their professions and interests. I even discovered that I had a half brother two years older than me. I was able to confirm that my birth parents were 19.

I had also been told by someone that I was born cesarean section, but discovered that wasn't true either. Oh, and I discovered that I wasn't the first person in my family to have bad teeth. In fact the exact words in this document were "Your birth mother's health is given as average and that she had bad teeth." Lol. Well, that helped explain a few things.

Even though this information sparked an interested I still  never thought I would search for my birth family... and I think a large part of that decision falls back on my relationship with my mom as I describe above. Overall, growing up adopted was probably a lot like growing up in a family that you were born into. The things that are more significant for me had to do with my mom's (and step-mom's) mental health issues. As you can imagine dealing with that sucked and you might think that I would have wished to never have been adopted. Yes, I could have done without that, but if you ask me if I would change things and never have been adopted, I'd say "no". This has nothing to do with my birth parents (as they are good parents/people), but more to do with getting Frank as a dad. I wouldn't change that for the world.

My dad and Ann with me at my high school graduation


But you did decide to search for your birth parents. How did that come about?

Well, that's a long story... the decision, the search and then finally meeting them. I'll save that for part two.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

99 Things

I randomly came across a blog with the following idea... list 99 things you may or may not have done. I know you are thinking "99 things? Really? You expect me to read through 99 things? Why not 32, or 7? I can commit to 7." Sorry, but it is what it is.

I've basically copied the list, bolded the ones I've done (with some explanations), and am sharing with you. Enjoy.

1. Start your own blog
2. Slept under the stars

Jay Cooke state park

3. Played in a band - no, but in high school a handful of us girls started a band. I think we picked out our name and who would do what, but that was as far as it went. I can't recall the band name, but I am pretty sure I was going to play the keyboard (yeah, it was obviously the '80's).
4. Visited Hawaii

Whale watching in Hawaii with Hawaii Laura who will always be known as Hawaii Laura even though we met in MN and she currently lives in Cali.

5. Watched a meteor shower - I think?
6. Given more than you can afford to charity - given, but more than I can afford? probably not.
7. Been to Disneyland
8. Climbed a mountain - I doubt the draaaaiiiinnnnpipe counts.
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo - And I can't sing. At all. You will want to avoid listening to me sing at all costs.

11. Bungee jumped - I have no desire to. Ever.
12. Visited Paris - I was stuck in the train station because it was raining and we couldn't store our very large bags in the train station lockers because they were closed due to a bomb watch. We decided to keep traveling on to London. My total Paris experience involved about two hours sitting in a train station. And I'm ok with that.
13. Watched a thunder and lightning storm
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child - no, but I am adopted. Unless when you say 'child' you mean 'cat'... then yes I have.
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetable
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train - in Europe.

21.Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch Hiked
23. Taken a sick day when you're not ill - I consider it a mental health day.
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon - I used to be on the track team in junior high. I was nicknamed the 'baton beauty' because all I wanted to run was the relay 'baton' races, but I wouldn't consider that a marathon.
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice - wanted to, but they are spendy!
29. Seen a total eclipse - I don't recall, but every time I read this I hear the song 'Total eclipse of the heart' in my head.
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset

31.Hit a home run - I am going to bold this even though I am not totally sure I did this, but I played softball long enough that I think I had to at some time.
32. Been on a cruise - and have no intention to.
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors - I have been to Germany, but not sure if I was in the area my ancestors came from.
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied - this one was hard to bold. Yes, I have enough money to truly be satisfied. Would I like more money? Yes, please.
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo's David - and went to pretty much every museum while in Florence.

41. Sung karaoke - against my will and only as backup.
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted - my brother was an artist and did my portrait in pencil. He drew and painted a number of pictures for me, but my favorite is a ballerina he painted just for me.

Made just for me.
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris.

51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling - snorkeling in Belize and the USVI and I can barely swim. It was awesome... especially in Belize. 


52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie - not sure if this counts, but my friend, NE Laura, filmed a 5 minutes film called 'The Party' in which I played an art expert who said 'pontificate' a lot.
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business - Adaia Services. It was a home management/personal assistant business. I still do some work on it from time to time where I help people with their parties. I basically help set up, serve food, and clean up. It sorta dissolved when I received my MS degree.
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen

61. Sold Girl Scout cookies - and have eaten my fair share. So much that I should be considered a honorary Girl Scout.
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets, or plasma - shame on me for not doing this!
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check - unfortunately
68. Flown in a helicopter - in Hawaii and it was awesome.
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial

71. Eaten Caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London - It was over 10 years ago, but I think I may have.
77. Broken a bone
78. Been a passenger on a motorcycle
79. See the Grand Canyon in person - one day I plan to!
80. Published a book

81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalen
84. Had your picture in the newspaper - I was playing softball
85. Kissed a stranger at midnight on New Year's Eve
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating - When I was young I was there when my sister and her then husband killed and butchered chickens. I had no desire to help and was a bit mortified by the whole process. My sister, on the other hand, seemed to love it. L.o.v.e. it.
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone's life
90. Sat on a jury

91.Met someone famous - quite a few years ago I was in LA with some friends and we went on a couple studio tours. While at one we got to watch an episode of Cheers being filmed... and then ran into John Tesh on the way out. I know you are jealous.
92. Joined a book club
93. Got a tattoo - two
94. Had a baby - one

The one and only baby

95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee

I would love to see your comments about this. Are there items that should be on this list? Do you want more details of my (apparently) extremely exciting life? Are you jealous that I met John Tesh? Do I say 'awesome' too much? Do tell.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Themes

I have been thinking about what I plan to write about next and figure I should give a little preview of the topics you may see posted as I find my voice. 

1. My Child. Since having the kid my life tends to revolve around her. I have even become that person. You know... I can't help but tell all sorts of stories about the cute things she does, I go out in public with baby food on my clothes and I don't care, and my Facebook picture has been nothing but her since she was born.



2. Photography. I am no expert and could learn a lot more (if I had the patience and the time), but I enjoy capturing the moment by taking pictures. I figure my pictures are good enough to share and hope you agree.



3. Dreams. As in the ones you have when you sleep. I am a prolific dreamer and will likely be sharing them. I have a love/hate relationship with dreams as at times they have been a bit ominous. But for the most part they are just odd. And I have toilet dreams. More to come on that.

4. Remodeling. I grew up with a dad who was a man of all trades. I was his little helper growing up and learned a number of skills to be self sufficient. I get a lot of satisfaction in being able to have a hand in making my vision come true. To be able to say "I did that". I also have to give a big shout out to all the people who have been willing to give me a hand during all these projects.

Helping my dad cut wood.


5. Adoption.  I'm adopted. I used to work at an adoption agency. I may or may not talk about this.

6. My Husband.  Whether he likes it or not I will be mentioning him. He is a huge part of my life so it would be a bit hard to leave him out.

BTW, he hates having his picture taken.