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Your Story (continued)

 

 

I became a godmother in 1971 at the age of 21.  I regarded it as an honour and a commitment to this little person born on the 20th December 1969.  He was a confused 1½-year-old adopted blonde-haired, brown-eyed child. The adoptive parents, C and D had asked my father for a letter of recommendation.  They had a slightly older blue-eyed, fair-haired adopted daughter, on whom they doted, so my father wrote the letter. 

From a Godmother’s Point of View 

 

 

This story is divided into two parts that come together and complete an emotional circle of closure.  The first part is ‘my story’ and the second is written by my birth mother from her perspective.  I believe this story is a triumph of spirit.

Craig’s story

  

 

I was adopted in Pretoria in 1973.  My Mom told me at a very young age that I was adopted and I had never had the need to seek my biological mother, even well into my marriage and after having my two kids.

E's story

 

 

 

There is a whirlpool of emotions in me at the moment, but I could not tell you what they are.  One would expect disappointment to be at the forefront but how can one get upset over losing something one never had?

B's story

 

 

 

I was only 18 when I fell pregnant with Tania. From the beginning my Dad wanted to know nothing at all about me being pregnant.  He spoke to a friend of the family “B”.  She took me to a doctor in Nowoord who confirmed I was pregnant.

Heather’s story

 

 

 

The Susan I am looking for; we have the same father, but not the same mother.  My mother is still alive.  My Dad passed away on 8/8/2004.  My parents were married for 49 years when he passed away.            

M’s story

 

 

 

I am brand new to this forum, but I am touched in so many ways!  I may never find my sister but I would love to share my story – the story of a sibling knowing that there is a sister out there that she may never know.  

N's story 

 

My name is Guy and I am drafting this document in support of,

and in addition to, my numerous written consultations with the

then Department of Health Services & Welfare during the 1980’s

and 1990’s and the Department of Social Development

subsequent to 1994.  Not only for the sake of recording the

truth and some hitherto undisclosed facts surrounding the

adoption against my wishes of my two children, but also in the

hope that my son and my daughter will somehow be granted

the opportunity of reading these documents.

Guy's story

 

 

A young man is searching for his biological father and this is his adoptive mother’s story:  I am Derek's biological grandmother and have brought him up from about 6 months old.  My husband and I officially adopted him to keep him in the family.

D’s story

 

 

I am 45 years old, and I have one older brother and one younger sister.  Or so I thought…… 45 years old is not too old to discover that one has another BRAND NEW older sister somewhere in the world. 

Les’ story

 

 

 

The reunion with my son whom I gave up for adoption in 1979.  I was 17 years old when I fell pregnant.  Both my parents and I decided I was too young to get married and decided that I should give my child up for adoption.  My son, Kevin (name given to my son for adoption purposes) was born approximately one month before I turned 18 years old.

Maureen’s story

 

 

 

Sean (age 44) has limited contact with his biological mother and he explains why:

Upon telling her parents she was pregnant, her dad died of a heart attack and her mother blamed her.  So yes, I think she also had it tough.  She, upon answering the phone and I started talking, immediately asked whether I am Sean Ray - and we sound like the same person - it was like an echo.

Sean's story 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

Send an e-mail to info@adoptionreconnect.org if you would like to contact any of the people who have posted their stories and we will forward it to them.