The Moment I Lost my Bio Family

Les adoptés en général n’ont pas eu d’autre choix que d’être aphasique par le simple fait qu’on nous a littéralement coupé le sifflet!! (le souffle). C’est un sujet à part entière que celui-là. Personnellement, j’ai eu une expérience d’aphasie étant petite et je pense que c’est lié au traumatisme de l’abandon.

Rachels Birth Family Search

In reconnecting with my bio family last May, I had to process a lot of intense realities. One was the idea that at one point–one epic moment in time, when I was literally in physical transition from the hands of my bio family to the arms of my adoptive family, there was a transitional moment where I was utterly and completely alone. A single little baby– without a family, without a home, armed with only the clothes on my back. At this solitary moment, I was an orphan. Somewhat destitute and on my own. This cosmic moment in time is something that all adoptees share. It’s not something I ever dwelled on. And yes–one could actually say that at that transitional moment, I actually had two families, so double the love and all that. Which was also absolutely true. But on the other hand, quite literally at that transfer moment, I was at square one. Alone. Helpless and penniless with…

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