Adoption Records
In this article, the author begins the
journey to locate his natural birth parents by searching
through his adoption records ...
As an adopted child, I have had to face many traumas that
other children never had to face. It wasn't just the teasing in
school, although that was certainly part of it. It was the
feeling that I didn't belong, that I wasn't quite like the
other kids. My mother and father loved me and always made me
feel accepted, so it wasn't like I had any lack of affection in
my life, but I couldn't help wondering and wanting to figure
out why my birth parents had put me up for adoption.
From a very early age, I wanted to check my adoption records
to find out what had happened to my birth parents, who they
were, where they lived, and why they had given me away. My
parents at first were not interested in letting me. The only
reason I knew I was adopted was that I had once accidently
heard them talking about my adoption records. They had planned
to keep it a secret from me, and successfully did until I was
ten.
Finally, one day, my dad sat me down for a talk at the age
of thirteen. “Son,” he said, “your mother and I love you very
much, but if you still want to find out who your birth parents
are, we'll help you find your adoption records.” I gave him a
hug, on the verge of tears, and thanked him, telling him how
much I loved him as well. Then we set out to check our adoption
records. It was harder than I thought it would be. My parents
had given me away anonimously, not wishing to face the shame of
having been unable to bring up their child alone. All we had
was a first name of my mother: sharon.
We tried the hospital, but of course, the record was
confidential. We soon turned to the internet, and tried
adoption records services to see if there was anything. These
services cost little, but helped less. After several searches,
we were no closer to finding who my parents were than when we
first started. That's when I turned to television.
There was a talk show doing a show about adoptees who wanted
to be reunited with their birth parents. I went on with my
adopted parents, and told my story. How I was now a happy
healthy high schooler, living the american dream, but that
there was still this missing something, this void in my life. I
had expected that maybe, just maybe, my parents would call. I
wasn't prepared for what happened, however. They had been back
stage all the time, and after I had told my story, they came
out to meet me! I didn't actually like them very much when I
met them, though.
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