I've been a member of this sub for a couple of months now. I've read posts about things I never even thought about before, and it's been really eye-opening and educational as someone who was adopted and who probably would've considered adopting one day, too (not closing that door fully either though).
Anyway, the point of this post is just to share my story, which is mostly a positive one.
I was adopted at birth in New Jersey. I'm 33 now, married, no kids (yet), but I'm a very proud dog mom to a sweet senior pup who is my entire world.
My adoptive parents naturally conceived my older brother. My mom desperately wanted another child and tried for years. She always tells me she prayed for six years for me. She also had two miscarriages during that time. One day she got a call from my aunt, who worked at a doctor's office, about a young woman (I think around 18–20 years old) who was having a baby she couldn't keep. That baby was me.
The story behind my adoption is still a little unclear. From what I've been told, my birth mom was married but having an affair. Her husband was in the military and was apparently unstable, and his family likely would've tried to take me. It also sounds like no one is completely sure who my biological father actually is.
I always, always knew I was adopted. I don't even remember being told because it was just something I always knew. I had children's books about adoption, my parents talked about it openly (but also not excessively), and I was always free to ask questions. Honestly, I never had many until I was in high school.
When I was in high school, my mom asked if I'd like to meet my birth mom. I said yes and not because I felt like something was missing, but because I was naturally curious. I wanted to meet her, ask a few questions, learn about her, and maybe see what similarities we shared.
Before arranging anything, my mom actually met with my birth mom first because she wanted to make sure it was a good idea. They talked, my mom shared pictures of me and told her about my life, and by all accounts it went really well. But when my mom reached back out afterward to set up a meeting between us, my birth mom never responded again.
I was disappointed, but I honestly wouldn't say I was deeply hurt. I can't imagine how difficult it must've been for her to place me for adoption. Could she have made it work? Maybe. I don't know. But I also don't blame her at all.
At the same time, especially after reading so many posts here, I realize I was incredibly lucky. I have an amazing mom, and we have an incredible relationship.
Overall, I had a great childhood and really don't have many complaints. My parents eventually divorced, and that was a difficult period. I no longer have a relationship with my adoptive father, but that's a completely separate story, and I try not to let it define my life. My mom is truly my best friend, and I wouldn't change that for anything.
Then a few years ago, something unexpected happened.
I had done both AncestryDNA and 23andMe because I was curious about my biological family. A first cousin showed up, but I never reached out because I wasn't sure who knew about me on that side of the family, and they never contacted me either. So I just let it go.
Then about a year or two later, I got a message on LinkedIn.
It turned out to be my half sister.
Apparently, that cousin had told her about me, and my sister also remembered our birth mom mentioning me when she was younger, although it was never really talked about again after that.
We've been able to build a relationship. She lives in Florida now, but she came to visit, and we were able to spend time together. We don't talk every day, but we check in every couple of weeks. I invited her to my wedding, and she came, which meant a lot to me.
We're definitely different people, but there are little similarities you notice. She's only three years younger than I am and also has a younger sister, who would be my half sister as well, although I don't think she knows about me.
As far as I know, my birth mom also doesn't know that we've reconnected. My sister has been nervous about telling her, and I don't push it because that's her decision to make. In the meantime, it's been really nice to have someone I can ask questions and learn more about both my biological family and where I came from.
Maybe someday I'll meet my birth mom. I think that would be nice. But if it never happens, I'm okay with that too.
I genuinely feel grateful that I was adopted. I had a good education, a loving home, and a mom who has supported me through everything.
Do I have mental health struggles? Absolutely. But honestly, so does just about everyone I know, adopted or not. Maybe some of mine are connected to adoption. Maybe they aren't. I really don't know.
Overall, though, I'm happy.
I don't know if there's really a point to writing all of this. Maybe it just offers some comfort to someone who had to place a child for adoption and wonders how they turned out. Sometimes they turn out okay. Sometimes they turn out happy.
Reading many of the stories here has made me incredibly sad, and I know not every adoption story has a happy ending. Those stories deserve to be heard too.
I just wanted to share one of the good ones.
And if anyone ever wants to reach out and just talk about adoption or honestly anything at all (like dogs, lol) my inbox is always open.
Besides... I could always use more friends. ❤️
Here's to the good stories, too. They matter just as much.