I was a single mom to my elementary aged daughter and in 2011 I became a mother of unnecessary adoption loss.
No matter how trapped, hopeless, frustrated and overwhelmed I felt before losing my son, all those feelings combined are no comparison to the grief and loss of him I’ve felt post-placement. I feel as if I became a different person while pregnant, my hormones took over, and I don’t know who I was. I was in an open adoption, with people who wanted a ‘semi-open’ adoption, who have since decided to cut off contact and have me only send letters/cards to the adoption agency, due to me speaking my ‘touched by adoption truths’, my activism supporting open records for adopted people and helping mothers keep (and in some cases recover) their families in tact, who like me panic while pregnant.
I am now living with the only regret that I have in my life, losing my son by reaching for the wrong ‘help’.
I appreciate your comments, whether you agree with me or not, these are my truths and my opinions. Please keep in mind that this blog only deals with one part of my life.
Until you have walked in my shoes, please save your judgmental comments and/or personal attacks for your own head.
K is my daughter, W is my son, H2 is W’s natural father, D is adoptive mom and H is adoptive dad.
For more information on the work I do to help pregnant mothers in crisis along with a nationwide network of family preservation focused people please come to the Saving Our Sisters Facebook page here: Saving Our Sisters Facebook page.
You can also see the pictures of the families at this link:Families Saved photos.