Your Story (cont.)

Your Story (continued)

I was born out of wedlock on the 12^thDecember 1959 and my mother, then a 16 year old child herself, gave me up for adoption. The place where she gave birth to me was at Magdalena Tehuis in Wynberg, Cape Province.
André's story

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Dear Diary,
It has been 41 years of pain, of denial, yet I have this unbelievable drive to tell my story in the hopes that my son will get to read this and understand why and how this happened. Not only my son, others too, who will be able to forgive and move on with living instead of existing with pain, guilt and anger. The desire to meet my son is so great, yet the fear of rejection almost puts a barrier around me. To bring him hurt or unsettle his life is not my intent. My intent is just to tell him the truth and have his forgiveness of a situation that was beyond my control.
This is my story:-
Diary To A "Give Away" Son

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My name is Mandy and I am turning 36 in October this year (2010). I was born in 1974 and adopted a month after my birth by loving, hard working parents, who never had the privilege of being able to have their own children. I have an older brother who was also adopted as a baby.

Mandy's story

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Here are the stories of two sisters who found each other (and more). The original stories are in Afrikaans and the English versions are my translation. Any mistakes in the translation are mine.

Ek was in die kinderhuis vanaf ek een jaar oud was. My twee broers het ook gevolg en, ja, daar kan ook seker nogal ń storie wees met molestering, verkragting en abuse..... Maar die storie wat vir my uitstaan, wat ek baie graag met julle wil deel is dat nadat ek al getroud was en twee pragtige seuns het – het ek uitgevind dat ek bo en behalwe 3 broers en 2 susters nog ‘n suster het wat aangeneem was met geboorte..... Ek het vir die Registrateur van Aanneming ‘n brief geskryf en al my besonderhede gegee vir ingeval sy eendag dalk navraag doen oor ons. En elke jaar net ‘n update van besonderhede gestuur. So vier – vyf maande terug het ek met hulp van vriende op die ‘site’ adopt reconnect’ afgekom en al die besonderhede wat ek gehad het – dat sy Sonja Jordaan is en gebore is op 19 Oktober 1972 en dat ek op soek is na haar....

Click here to continue reading Elize's story or for the English version

In geval julle almal gewonder het oor al die fotos van my familie, wel hier is die storie - ek is aangeneem, weet al my hele lewe dat ek aangeneem is, maar ek het nooit my ouers probeer opspoor of enige iets nie. Ek wou nie my aanneem ouers seer maak nie. Ek het wel gewonder as ek my biologiese ma eendag sou sien sou ek haar nie verwyt nie want ek het ń wonderlike lewe saam my ouers gehad. Ek sou wou wel uitvind as dit vir Dalton sou help maar dit sou nie, so ek wou nie.

Click here to continue reading Salomé's story or for the English version

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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

(Updated 26/9/2010, b-mother found)

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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

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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

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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

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.

I was just the other side of 17 when I left home to go to University. I lived in a small town and had a very strict upbringing and, while I do not blame my parents at all for what I did, I know that I felt a sense of freedom from all the rules. I did all the things I was not allowed to do at home - I wore make-up and nail varnish and bought the highest shoes I could find, teetering around campus like an idiot! I went to parties and stayed out late and I had my very first boyfriend! He was a hardworking, diligent young man who encouraged me to study and I often look back on my life and wonder how different everything would have been if I had not met someone else.

K's story

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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It’s like everyone is just so crazy about me, but how come I can’t just be crazy about me. I can’t stand it when people love me, like me, think I’m great or beautiful. I just .... can’t take the loss of someone I love, and yet, love means nothing to a lot of people.

C's story

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The day is on it's way. Each year this day comes and each time we get sad or angry. But, take a look at the sunrise; it's a new beginning of each day. If you are holding your Mom then be blessed. For those who are still searching and are saddened by this day, I feel your pain.

C's story

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