She's Adopted

They just didn't tell her

Lying is done with words, and also with silence.

on May 3, 2013
Hidden Past
 
How do I see my future when I can not find my past?
How can I build foundations that I know are going to last?
With bits and pieces missing and secrets kept from me.
How do I stop the questions, and find serenity?
My mind is always traveling down roads that I create.
Where quests are finally finished, and much sought answers wait.
Scenarios repeat themselves with solutions changed each time.
I roll the imaginary film and all endings I could find.
My head is always in the clouds my feet not near the ground.
Can you hear my constant secret prayer the song that has no sound?
My heart will always be tied to another time and space.
Until I find the passage to the secluded hidden place.
Where it started long ago, or once upon a time.
Each day until I find my way I’m searching for those signs.
The ones that will point out the way the direction I should go.
To solve this life long puzzle and the past I need to know.
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Adoption is a life long journey, one that never ends especially as an adoptee.  And unfortunately in being adopted, these emotions and issues are not addressed or discussed, allowed to be acknowledged for the most part, or ever understood by adoptees themselves.  Living a life under the weight of nondisclosure, secrets, and lies can impact an adoptee in a great variety of ways.

For me it’s not just about my biological parents who want nothing to do with me in their lives and no relationship.  I got over the need to be a wanted child long ago I am an adult now.  But I am continually reduced to being treated as an unworthy child by the actions of adults who with hold vital life altering information from all of their children, not just the one they relinquished.

It’s not just about the separation from the parental factor in adoption most people who are not adopted think about.  I  have grandparents, great grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, but most important to me are the siblings who have never been told I exist.  Have we ever crossed paths, has their FB profile blinked across the screen at one point in time, do we have mutual friends, and what would they do if they were told about me?

These decisions that are OURS to make have been taken from us and are being controlled by people without our consent or say.  Our rights are being trampled over and on continually.  And, when will it be too late?  There is no guarantee of reunions decades from now life happens and it happens in adoption each and every day as people are losing one another, the knowledge of each other, and the chance to FIND one another.

When abandoned and rejected by family, friends, and significant others  in life, even if not intentionally done, there are several choices one can make.  Long ago the choices I made were forced denial, suppression of emotions, addiction, and codependency.  Now I speak, I write, I talk, I promote adoptees rights when and anywhere I can and hopefully help other adoptees in their journey and in healing.  I also cry, my heart bleeds, and I quietly and internally pray that someday and somehow I will find the people who are the answers to my questions and connect my past to my future with whatever time I have left.

by Karen Belanger


One response to “Lying is done with words, and also with silence.

  1. cookie1986 says:

    I’m adopted as well. I didn’t find out until a few years ago…I think I was 32. I got a phone call from a social worker one morning, who had no idea that I had no idea.
    My biological family was looking for me, and out of shock and anger I wrote legal vetos denying them the ability to try and contact me again. But I did it because my parents made me feel like it would be the death of them if I were to look to my past. I let them make this decision for me, and now that I have children of my own, I have changed my mind. I just haven’t had the courage to make the phone call to get the ball rolling, you know?
    And you’re right. Lying doesn’t just include the words that come out of our mouths. My parents lied to me my whole life by omission. I still can’t believe that no one ever spilled the beans to me. My brother knew, the neighbours knew. Family friends knew. Everybody knew. Except for me. NIce eh?

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