Last week I turned fifty. Fifty? Eeeek. No one has flat out asked me if I’m having a mid-life crisis. I must be holding it together pretty well. Or maybe it’s just so obvious that no one wants to ask. Don’t look her in the eye–she’ll crack, for sure!
I’d call it a kind of mid-life identity crisis. It’s been about 22 years since the second letter from Margaret. Okay, I’ll just go ahead and say the word I keep avoiding: Rejection. It’s a word that is commonly used in the adoption community, but I refuse to label her treatment of me as “rejection.” She didn’t reject me, she rejected the idea of me. She didn’t even know me. How could she reject me?
To be relinquished at birth for adoption is one thing. That’s Margaret rejecting the idea of being a mother. She was young and unprepared (not to mention a little preoccupied with serving a prison sentence), and a baby just did not fit in her plans. Adoption was her salvation (and mine). But to be rejected later in life by the woman who gave birth to me –to be rejected as a grown, rational (for all intents and purposes) adult asking questions about the very core of my being, seeking answers that most people take for granted, is something completely, utterly, and abhorrently different. I read an article some time ago written by another adoptee who described the feeling of rejection simply, but completely:
Me: I exist.
Margaret: I wish you didn’t.
I can’t control how Margaret feels. I can only control my reaction. And I’ll admit it hurt . . . but I’m not the type to kick something around forever. It happened once (well, maybe twice . . . or 3 times), but my life is full of other moments. Great moments. Pretty darn good moments. Why wallow in it?
Zach is now 22 years old. He’s out on his own, happily finding his way with his music. I’m proud of him. A lot of other stuff has happened in the span of those 22 years. By stuff I mean life. Divorce, remarriage, another son.
Garrett (son number 2) is now 13. When he was little, everyone said he was the spitting image of his dad. He still looks like his dad. Light hair, blue eyes, fair skin . . . once again, I was gazing into the face of my child looking for similarities and any sign of familiarity. Nothing.
Identity crisis or not, I have a great family and things are pretty peachy. Over the years, I didn’t think too much about Margaret or my biological origins. I was too busy with the here and now–the good stuff. My boys were growing; they were keeping me busy. And you know what else happened over the course of these years? Science and technology happened. All kinds of science and technology. On the technology side, computers are now everywhere, connecting everything and everyone. The world wide web is constantly evolving, with its growing data bases, easy access to public information, instant communication and sharing of personal data via social media.
On the science side, I have been especially fascinated with the advancements in and evolution of DNA testing. My husband, Guy, is a prosecutor who works with people who do forensic DNA testing. Forensic DNA testing has enabled old cold cases to be solved in an instant! How cool is that? Well, it’s cool, but I wasn’t as interested in that as I was interested in the way DNA testing was being used for health and genealogy research. Talk about an evolution.
DNA genetic testing may be able to predict risk for certain diseases and medical conditions. This would be helpful. In addition, DNA testing can reveal information about family background and familial traits, ethnic heritage, and ancestral history. And finally, the newer autosomal DNA testing has become a tool that can accurately identify relationships between family members by comparing DNA segments. Put technology (easy access via the internet) and DNA testing together and you’ve got . . . big business. The bigger the database to compare your genetic results (thank you, internet), the more useful results you’ll get! Genius!
Why not? It would be great to finally have some information that might shed some light on my health and predisposition to particular illnesses. I sure wasn’t going to get that information from relatives. My boys are entitled to this information, as well!
As technology has evolved, prices for the DNA genetic testing have come down. What used to cost nearly $500 is now $99. I went with 23andMe. I spit in a test tube and sent it in. And then things got weird.
Awww, cliffhanger! 😀
LOL, Helen! Thanks for following!
…..a cliffhanger for sure! and I even know what happens! Still I am captivated by this blog, and look forward to the next entry every time. Thanks for sharing your journey Laureen. ❤
Nancy, thanks for not spoiling! LOL! I promise not to wait 3 weeks in between posts again. ❤
On the edge of my seat here!
An unbelievable story, Laureen. You are so strong to go through something like this and willing to share your story. I think your story deserves more than a blog but more like a “book”.
Thank you, Barbara! It’s been such a journey–still evolving. I love that I have the support of so many friends . . . friends are very much like family to me!
I really like this blog, thank you so much! I am really struggling with the idea of being rejected, once again! I am interested in seeing your next post.
Hi Leslie! Are you searching? I’d love to hear your story! Please keep in touch!
I am still searching. All I have is some vague non-identifying info on my biological Mother, even more vague on my biological Father. I was born in Florida, I live in Illinois now. Maybe it’s me, but it seems like Florida is the toughest. I am a victim of 2 generations of adoption, as I was forced to give up my 2 children, due to poverty and hardly no support from my adoptive family. Now I have contact with my children (grown now) I have mental health issues, that got passed down to my only son, Oh the pain.
Leslie, so sorry to hear of your painful situation. Keep searching. Keep hope alive. Let life keep evolving! Keep me posted.
I am so glad I haven’t been reading your blog as they come in!! I can go from the end of this entry right into the next.
Thanks for reading, Cheryl! 😉