
Not the source of today’s story.
(Not my own story either) I just really need to put this weight down somewhere where those who read it will understand. I also hope expectant moms who are considering relinquishing their child might see this and consider yet another way their choice can impact their child.
I was adopted as an infant. My mother willingly and intentionally relinquished me. My adoptive family was overall loving and kind. I am (finally) in reunion with my first family. I have never had Div of Children’s and Family Services involved in my personal life, though I’ve witnessed it firsthand with friends. I say all of this to show that there is no “logical” reason for how I feel, and that it is directly related to adoption trauma —
I am always, every single day, on edge and terrified of anything that could separate my son from me. My son is safe and healthy and loved, I am in my mid 30s and safe and secure, and yet… there is always the fear of having him taken from me and given to someone else nagging in the back of my brain. All day every day. I carried that fear through my pregnancy, and now still carry it at almost 18 months postpartum. The idea of him being taken from me makes me feel panic and sick inside. It’s its own kind of terror.
This is adoption trauma, 35+ years down the road. Even in a “happy” adoption story.
Blogger’s note – I was always worried that some do-gooder would misinterpret my family dynamics and my children would be taken away. It is not an unreasonable fear these days. Fortunately, my sons are now old enough that it is no longer a fear. Anyone who has witnessed the system in action has reason to be afraid. Even those of us without such a history worry about it. Adoptees carry such fears because they were separated from their birth family (regardless of the circumstances) and that is totally understandable.


