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February 3, 2018


     February is a fantastic month (18 years reunited, I can say that now)! This month we have Valentines Day, a few days off for a couple of President's birthdays. And it's the month of my birth. I never used to like my birth day - day, that much, that was until after I had found the woman who had given me 'my' birth day! 



     As an adopted child, of course my adopted parents loved me. So did my adopted siblings, my adopted grandparents, aunts and uncles. But I never felt it was the same kind of love a child should know, from his/her birth mother. "Those who know their mothers cannot imagine what it is like not to know the woman who brought you into this world. What it is like to be forbidden by law to see her face, hear her voice, know her name. No one can imagine it, because it is unimaginable" quoted from one of my favorite books Journey of the Adopted Self, written by Betty Jean Lifton. Betty Jean, who died in 2010 - was an adoptee and an adoption reform advocate, she was a pioneer in world of adoption. She showed the world that secrecy in the traditional closed adoption, is an underlying cause of our psychic reality. Some adoptees process their adoptions well, and others not so much. There was no flyer attached to me when I was brought into another fami