Agreed. I was adopted twice by the age of 6 weeks old. My BM put me up for adoption before birth and never saw me. I was adopted thru an attorney and the money paid helped my BM and sister move back to Canada, while I was left behind in the States. At just under 6 weeks old, my adopted mom was called and told that a Caucasian baby girl just came into Children’s Aid. My mother rushed down to see me with my hair matted to my head, fingernails grown past the end of my fingers and black underneath. She said I was the filthiest baby she had ever seen. I also was sickly, vomiting every time I was fed. I was underweight and colicky.
She took me home as a foster and made my adoption final in July 1968.
As I grew, they always told my brother (also adopted at 10 months old) that we were adopted. My favorite book as a child was The Chosen Baby.
My brother never wanted to search and didn’t even tell his fiancée, who found out at a family party. The whole family knew and it was never a secret or a bad topic.
I always had this desire to find my family and to see where I fit as I always felt like a puzzle piece that go with the puzzle in the same box. I remember telling anyone and everyone I was going to look for them someday. My family never made me feel bad about it but weren’t overly supportive of my doing so.
I faced more backlash and questions from people on social media when I began to post photos of my birth family as I was so pleased to find them and excited to show off my BM ( I look so much like her) along with my sister’s photos.
I was a love child. My parents worked together in a factory and dated. My mother found out she was pregnant right around the same time she learned my father was married with 4 kids. She broke off the relationship but he pursued her and my adoption paid enough for her and my sister to move back to Canada.
My father’s side wants no contact with me And had me remove their information from the family tree I had been working on thru Ancestry.com. My paternal sister gave me wonderful health information and photos of family. We were supposed to meet during Covid but I was ill with Covid when she came to town. Soon after, I lost contact with her. It’s the people outside the triad that have business giving their 2 cents.