Shlemele:
OK to clarify… I really hope that by closed adoption nobody means that you don’t tell the child that he/she is adopted, or wait untill the child is 18. That is from what I have seen that is about the worst thing to do.
Actually that was my circumstance. I found out (by accident) when I was 18. The intial shock and anger lasted a few days but I was about to get married so I really had to put my feelings about it on the back burner and concentrate on my upcoming wedding. I believe my parents had planned to tell me, my sister 9 years my senior knew she was adopted but I didn’t know that either of us were. My sister got sick with cancer when I was 11 and she died when I was 13, there was too much emotional stress already in our house and I think they just couldn’t handle anything else at that time.
I certainly don’t recommend not telling the child but in my case I’m glad I didn’t know. During my teenage years my relationship with parents especially my mom was very strained and I probably would have said things that I would have regretted later (things like “you’re not my real mom” kind of stuff.)
Shlemele:
I don’t have just one mother, I have two. One raised me for nine months and then loved me enough to give me to my other mother who raised me. For me and many other adoptees the idea of family is more fluid, you might say that blood runs thicker than blood.
I have two mothers one biological who gave me life and one raised and cared for me for 18 years. I think it’s a slap in the face to adpotive parents to say biological parents and the parents that cared, loved, worried about, stayed up all night when they were sick -that those two parents are equal. My relationship with my mom is often difficult but if I ever met my biological mom I would consider our relationship a friendship not a mother/daughter relationship.
Shlemele:
Wait about 20 so years when the child wants to see about having children of his/her own. Not knowing what to look for as far as family history is gut wrentching.
I was born with severe heart defects (undiagnosed until 7 months -long after my adoption) -probably just an anomally not genetic. I developed Crohn’s disease at 31 -probably passed on genetically. When I was pregnant with my daughter on all those family history forms I just put unknow and that was that. Whatever issues- health or otherwise I put in God’s hands. Nobody has perfect circumstances in life. There’s no point in being overwhelmed with stress when there is nothing you can to about it. If I don’t know I don’t know. I do favor medical disclosure but not any type of contact with biological mother.
Shlemele:
With all due respect this shouldn’t be your decision. While limiting early on to prevent role confusion the adoptee has a RIGHT to his/her identity.
My identity is not determined by my genes. My adoptive parents are Italian and German, and I consider myself Italian and German because I grew up in an Italian and German family. I have a friend who I grew up with that was adopted and we always knew it. As an adult she found her biological mother and she was very disappointed. I met her biological mother and she was nothing like my friend. My friend had the values and characteristics of the family that raised her.
And with all due respect adoptive parents are the real parents in every aspect except one -genes. The biological mother isn’t paying the bills, losing sleep when their sick, going to their dance recitals or baseball games, giving them the daily love and effection and decipline the child needs. The woman and man who raised and sacraficed for the child
are the childs parents. The are not babysitters who fill in until the biological mother is ready to be a parent. I find you attitude completely ungrateful to the parents that raised you.
My parents have never given me any info but I did get some from a family friend who had some involvement in the adoption process. And I made sure my parents didn’t know I contacted her because I don’t want to hurt them, it very difficult for them to discuss. My mom developed mental illness after my sister’s death and my teen years were very difficult but she is still my mom, and my dad is my dad and I am their daughter. The are not substitute parents, or second class parents. They are my parents who’ve raised and loved and sacrificed for me.
I pray for my biological mom and maybe some day we’ll meet, but I know who I am and I don’t need to find her to find out.