I too hope this goes well for both of you.
Since there seem to be other adoptees and parents who parted with their children in attendance, a story and a question.
I’m adopted. As an infant. Known my whole life, as my parents told me from the beginning.
They never told me the whole story, though. It took the world’s largest coincidence to bring things out.
At 16, I was spending the summer with my 10yr older sister and her husband in their city.
I met and well, became intimate with 2 girls -sisters - through the summer. One morning at 5am as I was getting home, my sister said “we have to talk.” Turns out I had other siblings from my biological family. Older sisters, named A and B, just like the sisters I was hanging out with.:eek:
After some Q&A with them, it turns out, no it wasn’t them, but it led to me getting some more information from my family.
Turns out there were 5 more siblings besides me. We were all taken away by Child Services because of health and abuse issues and I was put with a nice family. One by one, the others were returned home.
As happens with kittens, puppies and abused cheerins, the nice family said “We’re keeping him.” After much legal wrangling, I became a Smith instead of Jones and we moved out of state.
Jump to 1998, a year before my parents passed away. I get a phone call. Long story short, they’ve all been looking for me. This new internet thing all the kids are talking about proves helpful in this regard.
I spoke with one older sister and a younger brother that night. My main take-away from that conversation was “you’re the lucky one. you got out.”
We agreed to take things slowly, and meet if it seemed right. That was 1998. I’ve spoken with a sister once since then, and we’re friends on Facebook, but that’s mostly it. They did let me know a couple of years ago that my bio mom had passed away, and now I feel bad that I never spoke with her at all.
I have friended all but one sister on Facebook. Can’t find her, and too afraid or stupid to ask the others. We’re all in limbo with no communication or plans.
Here’s my question: What would you do?
I was raised by wonderful parents, had a good childhood with a good family, traveled the world, married a beautiful girl, have 2 wonderful kids and have a decent life by most people’s standards.
The other side of that coin is I’m average. I have 2 sisters, my wife has 2 as well. We have bushels of nieces and nephews, the BIL’s, her parents and extended family.
I feel I have enough “troubles” on my plate as it is. Not that I’m responsible for everyone, or that everyone’s problems are my problems, but you know how it is with a big family. There’s always some drama - real or percieved - going on with sisters, kids, etc. My 2 sisters haven’t spoken to each other since my parents’ funeral, and not for 10 years before that!
If I go nuts and invite everyone into my world, I feel like I’m opening a can of worms with no idea what will happen. No, they won’t beg money or want to come live in my shed, but I don’t know how it will affect us all.
I don’t sit and pine for my lost family. I hardly think about them at all. I wish them well, but can’t even be bothered to keep a conversation going on Facebook.
Is there a clinical term for my feelings or am I just a huge asshole?
I’m cool with either.