Experience the Journey!
…take a bold, creative flight…
Mar 7th
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Just a note to newcomers. I have made my share of mistakes. I own them. I process openly at times for reasons u may not understand. Before u try to use that against me & pass judgment on me please read on….
But please note: There are a lot of really good things about me, too. The only way u will ever know that is when u stop listening to 3rd parties, relying on back channel resources & get to know me yourself. I mean it when I say that I look forward to it.
2nd of Two Posts Tonight: My Own Story as a Birth Mother
Mar 2nd
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I was 21. I had dropped out of the Christian University I was attending but still associated with it through friends. The birth father attended there as well. My last semester in college was chaotic as best. I couldn’t decide what to do with my life. I was unhappy with my major. I despised the required courses that I would never use again. I was sinking into a depression that changed me as a person. The only bright spot in my life was the guy that I was dating.
Two Posts Tonight: #1 Birth Mother Groups
Mar 2nd
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I also have another side in the adoption triad. I have discussed issues specific for be as an adoptee; in addition to being an adoptee, I am also a birth mother. I won’t share my entire story here. If you’d like to know it, feel free to contact me through Facebook or leave a comment and I’ll be happy to tell you more. I have a lot of mixed emotions about my experience and things I’ve come to realize since that time. (My story is actually in Post #2 Tonight)
Many times you will encounter three types of birth mothers. Victims of Society, Happy Happy Joy Joy in their own Society, and the Secret Society. Before you read on, I need you to understand this something before you jump off at any point and start trying to leave horrible comments or shoot me emails or whatever. You need to read ALL THE WAY through before just stopping and make assumptions about what I’ve said or think about any particular group of people. There is a reason that I’m leaving my own story until the end to share. I will bring this all together when you stay tuned for the rest of the story. These are observations – not judgments.
My Birth Mother likes Swimming & Horses and Was Born in 1948
Feb 18th
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My Birth Mother likes Swimming & Horses and Was Born in 1948. That is it for my birth history. Oh, and my birth father was a rancher. No photo’s. No other information that is consistent or verifiable. So, do you know who she is? Yeah – likely not. If you are not an adoptee than I imagine you might find it difficult to comprehend what it’s like to have such limited information on your genetic history. Or the challenge it presents when filling out medical questionnaires.
An example of what I’m subject to – like most adoptees – in their search for birth family information.
Adoption: Passion and Pain
Feb 14th
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If you are on my Facebook or know me personally you know that I am passionate about the topic of adoption. I have the unique perspective of two points of view – as an adoptee & as a birth mother. If you are a casual observer like a majority of the population, then you may know what adoption is but not realize all of the corruption and lies and other offenses in the adoption industry as a whole.
Superficially, adoption is a beautiful concept. This concept is the general conception that couples unable to have children of their own “adopt” children of others who are unable to be parents – for whatever reason (voluntarily or forced to surrender a child for adoption). If you’ve paid much attention to media, then you may also have heard about stories of reunions among adoptees & birth families.To the general population barely touched by adoption – this is what they know about adoption and it’s a beautiful thing. However, this barely scratches the surface of adoption and everything involved with it including the widespread corruption.
In a Gown Fit for the Ball I Dance in the Gutter
Feb 7th
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I have struggled a lot lately with my personal role as Daughter of the King and my status as a Princess as a result of that family membership. The princess struggle for me is not new, however. The princess stories were never among my favorite as a child. I was never ever really girly – except I did occasionally play with dolls or barbies. It’s not that I was a tomboy really – though I’ve always much preferred to play with boys. (They just never cared to play with me except the occasional snow ball fight or game of four square at recess – or if they needed someone to beat in basketball or at chess.) I spent a great deal of my time as a child in my own head. If you know me, you can guess how dangerous my playtime could be – lol!
