Welcome to Signed, Sealed, Adopted! I am a wife, mom of two girls, a professional photographer, and an adoptee in reunion. I am much better at writing about my feelings than I am talking about them so I am usually inspired to write when I am experiencing something really exciting or really hurtful or really confusing. I was adopted as a newborn in a private, domestic adoption and this has directed and shaped my life from the beginning. It is through this lens that I view adoption and perspective that I speak from. I have spent all of my adult life navigating through search and reunion and in recent years have began advocating for adoptees and speaking out about the issues that plague the adoption culture in America.
I want to use this space to share my story as well as the stories of others, speak about my experiences and things I have learned on my journey, and advocate for changes to better the life of adoptees. I hope that this will be a place where all members of the adoption constellation will find something that connects with them and brings them to a deeper understanding of the complex feelings and emotions that adoptees contend with everyday.
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Writing is one of the best things you can do for yourself. I began by writing short letters to my unknown birth mother as a child–letters that stated how I felt about being adopted both then and now. Libraries are a great invention of modern society but those who don’t read have no advantage over those who can’t.
The sentimental adoptee rejects the prosaic thoughts of day-to-day and sees the world in an idealized way. They view life with a sense of mystery and a feeling of excitement. They see far and wide but their senses are most awakened when they catch a fleeting glimpse of the mysterious end point where their true self-identity vanishes.
The way home is a pilgrimage of the road and an ethereal journey of the mind for adoptees—a trip of a lifetime to hallowed ground they are forced to make alone, retracing their steps in the sands of time. Hoping to overcome their downheartedness, they dream of solving the riddle of the maze, seeking an easy passage through the fog and haze. Solving the complex mystery of life’s labyrinth to find the way home is a daunting task they must undertake in solitude.
The silent threat of darkness beyond the void where their conscious memories end and infinity begins is breathtaking and alluring to them. Lurking in their mind is extrasensory perceptions and paranormal sixth senses they intuitively hope will help them unravel the secrets of the maze. Driven by an unimpeachable desire that exhilarates and arouses within them an awakening, a frightening spark leaps from their soul as the seductions of the past overwhelm them. If only reality could account for itself, they would launch a vision quest to comprehend with empowered insight a surreal vision from God that empirically solves the riddles of the labyrinth and the reasons for their birth.
Thanks for taking time to stop by, Judith. When I was young I would write stories about my fantasies of my birth parents and who I might be. I would create a fictional character and write about “her” feelings and curiosities, but they were really my own. I was afraid that my writings would be found so I would either hide them in odd places or throw them away.
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