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I have always been depressed. I think of myself as a normal person but then I get a sickening jolt and realise that I am not. I blame this on being adopted. I was adopted as a baby in 1971 in London. Times were harsh I think for young women in that period. The sexual liberation of the 60s had come in but contraception was newfangled and abortion still illegal. It was also unacceptable for women to have children outside of wedlock. The result was a boom in illegitimate babies. Nowadays the norm is for open adoptions. This means that although the adoptive parents are the legal parents of the baby, that baby has full rights to know about it's biological parents. When I was adopted things were a lot more restricted and biological mothers and babies were estranged from each other. This seems completely twisted today but that was the reality. Not only that but the adoptive parents were never educated in any way to provide the support that an adopted child should have. The result for me was that I have had a really unhappy life. That is despite having prosperous, well educated and conscientious adoptive parents. Despite that seemingly advantageous beginning my life has always been wrong somehow. I have always been emotionally disturbed from a young age. I was obsessed as a child with "dreaming" . This dominated my young life and involved galloping up and down the room and living in a fantasy world. I also used to make little "spots" with cushions - places I tried to feel calm and safe. I was angry and destructive as a child and would throw away my birthday and Christmas presents. I loathed my birthdays. I tore up and threw away any photos with me in them.
Adolescence was absolute hell. I had functioned well socially until then but then I realised something was wrong. I was unable to form relationships. My friends developed normally. They progressed into adulthood to sex, girlfriends, wives, careers and so on. I have never progressed past this point. I forced myself in my mid 20s to form relationships but it didn't work out well. I backed off in my late 20s to my lasting regret. I have now lived without any sex, love or intimacy for over 15 years. I have a postgraduate degree but unlike all my friends who have professional middle class jobs I have always lived on the margins. Now in middle age I realise that I am a really sick person.
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Splodge I to was adopted. I was born in 1963 and my mother was sent to a home for unwed mothers till her delivery date where she was taken to the hospital and the minute that I born I was removed and my mother was treated like a leper and ordered to sign me over. Now although I was incredibly lucky and had two wonderful parents who not only loved me unconditionally but who also spent the time to nurture my emotional needs as well explaining not only the fact that I was adopted but also they whys that went with it. As a teen I struggled with the who am I where am I from and a lot of the emotions that you discussed and when I became a mum I got very angry because no one could of taken my child so why did my mum let this happen to me but then became torn because if she hadn't I would not have had my very loved parents....... Hence a very confusing time. I was lucky enough to meet my biological mum and we have had many discussions about both our feelings and how it affected both our lives sadly my adoptive parents have both passed and I miss them eternally.........I pray you find some answers to help you sort some of your feelings out remember you are an amazing person who although was dealt a bad hand you have survived and with the right help you will also grow
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Hi Splodge,
Your story rings true for me in a number of aspects. I am a Late Discovering Adopted Person. I was told when I was 43 yrs of age by my adoptive father. Gosh , there is a lot to say. I do feel that certainly in my case adoption kind of pervades everything about me. It doesn't fully define me though. That seems contradictory I know. I hope you feel a bit better in knowing that how you feel and what you are going through is normal in the adoption journey. (Again, 'normal' is just a word and the Adoption journey covers a whole spectrum of feelings and emotions). 🙂