Another adoptee shares his story, his voice.
Dear Adoption, I Know You, Now. I See You
I’m not that baby long ago trembling, motherless, unloved, while strangers decided my fate. In a crib, maybe in someone’s arms, clearly not standing in a courtroom while others spoke in my “best interests.”
I asked my first mom late last year if she’d like to “unadopt” me. She said, “Yes!” On my birthday this year, I went back to a courtroom to be adopted.
We reunited 12 years ago after living my whole life not being told, even relinquishing my first son. That discovery led me to a world where blood relatives aren’t legally recognized. So I sought “Unadoption.” My mother and I found that some states permit adult adoption. We filled out the paperwork, turned in the forms, and planned to restart our journey.
We sat in the courtroom with the judge looking at the paperwork. I watched as…
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