I was put up for adoption soon after my natural mother gave birth to me when she was seventeen. My adoption was successful and I’m incredibly lucky to have enjoyed a good life. I am happy. I truly believe she did the right thing for me, and hope it was right for her too.... Continue Reading →
23 and Me, The Adoptee
As a contented adoptee, I hesitated when my daughter suggested I did a DNA test. She is ten, and thinks she has a right to know our shared genetic heritage, or, as she put it, ‘I want to know if you’re related to Hitler or a Yorkshirian Warrior.’ She’d decided those were my only options... Continue Reading →
“I Choose to be the Chosen One” — How Adoption Shaped My Life
I was rejected at birth. Sometimes I feel weird, a bit different, not because I have a gaping hole where my natural parents should be, but because I don’t. I’ve always been comfortable with being an adoptee. My husband fondly reminds me of how I told him about my heritage. Three pints into an early... Continue Reading →