Were you raised by your natural parents? Are you an orphan?

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Having lost my parents while I was still quite young, I find that even now as an adult, I still grapple with issues related to being an orphan. It is especially difficult in the context of being a parent myself, and in how I relate to Mary. I was just curious as to how many of us here were raised by our own parents, in the traditional setting, and if not, how has it affected your life, spiritual and temporal?
 
I was adopted, grew up in a confusing broken home, and was deeply affected by the whole thing. I will never belong anywhere, I feel. My only solace is God.
 
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WhiteDove:
I was adopted, grew up in a confusing broken home, and was deeply affected by the whole thing. I will never belong anywhere, I feel. My only solace is God.
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Oh, WhiteDove, I SOOOOOO know how you feel!!! I have always felt that way, ever since I became an orphan and got shuffled around. I would do anything to prevent my children from feeling that way. It certainly affected my life decisions as an adult. God and His church are the only consistant forms of familial love I’ve ever had.

Just know that you are loved and appreciated and at home here with us!!!
 

I will never belong anywhere, I feel​

Cybar Hugs WhiteDove and MummyBe. :blessyou:
 
I was raised by my father from the age of 12/13. Imagine- the only girl amidst him and my 3 brothers.😉
 
I was raised by my natural parents. But they both died a couple of years ago, and I am now an adult orphan. (Even the most perfect parents can let us down because they are mortal.) Having my parents with God reminds me that this world is not my real home. As wonderful as my parents were, they could not replace my Heavenly Father but only point me in His direction. I miss them alot, and look forward to a family reunion in heaven.
 
Mummybee, thank you so much for starting this thread. I was raised by adoptive parents and a set of Godparents. I was an abandoned baby. I was left in a box with a pink towel and the day’s newspaper. Luckily I was found and taken to the Dominican nuns at a Sacred Heart Hospital and I was named Mary and consecrated to her by the nuns. In a week I was adopted out to a nonCatholic couple. I had a very difficult childhood due to alcoholism in the family and violence. It is a long story but anyway only ten years ago I discovered that I have two sisters and a brother. I met my sisters. I learned that the man who was my Godfather may have actually been my father. I got to discover I am Scots-Irish and that my mother and my sisters and I all have the same sized feet and blue eyes. My son has my maternal uncles tall height and the blue eyes and actually looks like one of them.

I, too, have struggled often with having been abandoned and orphaned. Nonetheless, when I discovered that my first name was Mary and I was consecrated to her when I was only a few days old so much more in my spiritual life made complete sense. From the time I can remember I have felt uncannily close to the Blessed Mother and to Our Lord, and I, too, only feel completely whole when I am in Mass. I think this is so because the Blessed Mother and Our Lord were my first true spiritual parents. I literally owe my life to them!

But I do often feel very sad about never having had the chance of meeting my birth mother, who died before I even knew she existed. And I often feel a deep sense of longing for the love of birth parents, even though my adoptive parents loved me deeply. I also have often felt completely apart from others, separated, alone because of my birth abandonment. And I, too, have only felt truly at home in Mass. Thank God for my faith! Thank God for the Blessed Mother and the Lord! Thank God for God!!

The most important thing is I have been brought much closer to Our Lord through my abandonment, and I think this is my purpose on earth. Only in Him do I find wholeness and complete love.

Many blessings to you all!
 
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WhiteDove:
I was adopted, grew up in a confusing broken home, and was deeply affected by the whole thing. I will never belong anywhere, I feel. My only solace is God.
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Me, too, WhiteDove. Not only do you and I live in WA state but we were adopted, too, and grew up in confusing broken homes. God bless you, dear sister!
 
Dear Nightrider,
We have to get together soon! (After I get over this darned flu. I am SO sick! 😦 )
 
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Dear Nightrider,
We have to get together soon! (After I get over this darned flu. I am SO sick! 😦 )
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H i White Dove, 🙂
Sorry you are sick. I’ll say a prayer for you.

hmmm…I am adopted,also. It seems I do share some things with the posters here. I just don’t know how to talk about it. I had good adopted parents but still have issues… :o
 
I was raised by both of my natural parents. They of course, were not perfect, but I feel lucky to be raised by both my parents and not having to be raised in a broken home. Some of the sentiment I have read in this post so far have made me sad. I’m sorry to hear some of you had terrible experiences in this area. I pray that the Lord brings you peace and healing with those situations.
Sometimes I think the Lord has called me to help children with no home. I’m excited to see what He does with that.
In the meantime, I’ll pray about that decision and for all of you who are struggling.

God Bless,
Katie
 
I was raised by my biological mother and grandparents for the first three years of my life. Mom was 19 when she had me, out of wedlock, and she didn’t want to marry the father. I think the Holy Spirit was whispering something in her ear to show that kind of strength, because when I was four she married the guy I think should be the model for all men. He was a real catch.

Incidentally, I located my biological father not too long ago. He had been Catholic, but is now a fundamentalist minister who regrets his “wicked, wicked” days. I think that explains a lot of my desire to do apologetics work… 😉
 
My mother and dad were divorced when I was about 6 years old, and I really never knew my father. When he died, I went to the funeral, but I felt nothing, because I really never knew him. But my mom did a good job of raising us,(I had two older sisters) and I don’t thing I was deprived of anything. Thanks to my mom, my church, and my best friends dad, I made it to adulthood without ending up in jail, so I am grateful and blessed. I pray for the ones that weren’t so fortunate. God bless.
 
Thank you for this thread. It has helped me understand a man I love very much - but who has committment problems at age 40.

He is was abandon after 3 weeks and adopted by an older couple. Dad was 56 and mom was 48. His adoptive parents died when he was 17 and he was left alone, no siblings, only a few older cousins. I met him shortly after that. He fell in love with me and has never married because he said he has been in love with me for all these years. Unfortunately for me, he cannot seem to make the committment to me because he is afraid I will leave him. (I did leave him to marry another man, we reunited after 20 years, but he lives in fear that that will be replayed again). We currently are not together because of how this has manifested itself.

Before I read this, I always thought he was just living in the past and needed to get over this. Now I can understand a bit more just how tramatic this must have been and how it has affected him.

I pray for him daily, that God will give him courage and peace. I will add you all to my list for peace as well.

This has been very enlightening. Thanks. God Bless.
 
My parents were divorced when I was 3, and my mother had this on-gain, off-again affair with a guy the whole time I was growing up. My brothers went berserk…one ended up drinking himself to death.

Now my mother can’t figure out why I got religion, being as we were not raised in any church. Is it really such a mystery? :rolleyes:
 
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aimee:
H i White Dove, 🙂
Sorry you are sick. I’ll say a prayer for you.

hmmm…I am adopted,also. It seems I do share some things with the posters here. I just don’t know how to talk about it. I had good adopted parents but still have issues… :o
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Thanks Aimee,
Yes, being adopted is sort of a disconnected feeling. I did find my birth mother’s family. Birth mother is dead. Genetics is definately a lot, and they welcomed me with open arms, but I’ll never feel a total part of that family either. My half sister ended up having a lot of issues, the whole family is pretty much pro-choice liberals who think anyone who voted for Bush is a moron.

My adoptive family was adamantly pro-choice too, go figure. Actually, I would probably not be here today if abortion had been legal. My adoptive Mom is dead, and I don’t have much to do with them anymore. 😦
 
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I was raised by my natural parents. But they both died a couple of years ago, and I am now an adult orphan. (Even the most perfect parents can let us down because they are mortal.) Having my parents with God reminds me that this world is not my real home. As wonderful as my parents were, they could not replace my Heavenly Father but only point me in His direction. I miss them alot, and look forward to a family reunion in heaven.
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:amen: Annunciata 🙂
 
I was raised by adoptive parents. I didn’t feel the abandonment issues though, probably because I didn’t find out I was adopted until I was 18 (and that was an accidental discovery). I’m glad I didn’t know. My adopted sister passed away when I was 13 and my mom really had a mental breakdown. I would have thought all her rage at me was because I wasn’t biologically hers. I felt rejected but it had nothing to do with being adopted.

I don’t feel rejected by my bio-mom, I’m grateful she gave me life. I was (unknown to anyone) born with a life threatening heart condition and me being adopted by parents who had the means and the experience to get me the best care I’m sure saved my life.

My family (my husband and daughter) are *my family *first and foremost. Then my adoptive parents whom I love very much despite the difficulties we’ve had and dear friends whom I known for many years are my extended family.

I feel so sad when I hear those who feel they don’t belong anywhere. Ditto on the hugs, I will keep you in my prayers.
 
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WhiteDove:
Thanks Aimee,
Yes, being adopted is sort of a disconnected feeling. I did find my birth mother’s family. Birth mother is dead. Genetics is definately a lot, and they welcomed me with open arms, but I’ll never feel a total part of that family either. My half sister ended up having a lot of issues, the whole family is pretty much pro-choice liberals who think anyone who voted for Bush is a moron.

My adoptive family was adamantly pro-choice too, go figure. Actually, I would probably not be here today if abortion had been legal. My adoptive Mom is dead, and I don’t have much to do with them anymore. 😦
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Ohhh…you girls make me feel so sad.:crying: …I’ll be your “Mom” whenever you need one… just ask… I think it’s sorta ironic because I pray for the both of you anyway as if you were my daughters…Annunciata:)
p.s. WhiteDove, hope you get well soon…need some more polls:D
 
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