The Beginning-My Adoption Story

So, I'm not really sure where to begin. I guess I should start when at the beginning and give you my background story. 

I had a very happy childhood with great parents. When I was in first grade another student told me I was adopted. I can still remember that day. We were in gym, playing kickball, and I ran to second base where the other student was guarding. She looked at me and said, "You're adopted." I was a pretty innocent kid and didn't even know what the word meant, but I argued with her anyway. I told her I was not, but she just kept repeating it. I started to cry and was told to sit on the bleachers as if I had done something wrong. 

When I got home that afternoon I told my parents what had happened. I remember sitting in the kitchen at the table and them telling me it was true, that I was chosen and special, and how much they wanted me. The only information they had been given was that my biological father was from India. My adoption was done privately through a doctor's office. My parents brought me home from the hospital when I was five days old. 

I couldn't understand why my "real" parents didn't want me. That was something that haunted me for many years. I need to add that I never would've known I was adopted if not for that other kid. I was never treated any differently than my older sibling and always felt very loved. Kids are so mean and have big mouths!

My next memory of my adoption being an issue was probably when I was in third or fourth grade and was determined to find my "real" family. I gathered up the neighborhood kids and we walked down on the main road and had a plan of knocking on people's doors and asking if they gave up a baby for adoption. Somehow my parents found out where we all were, and I got into a lot of trouble. I wasn't in trouble for trying to find my "real" family, but I was in trouble for going to a very busy road.

The next time my adoption bothered me was in sixth grade during a class. All of a sudden, I started crying just thinking about it and wondering why my "parents" didn't want me and why they gave me away. I do remember that my teacher called my mom to tell her I was upset in class. I don't remember if it was discussed when I got home or not.

My adoption was something that weighed heavily on my mind for many years. I tried multiple times to get information on my "real" family only to come up with nothing. I drove to the state capitol one day, on a whim, to look through all the books that contained births and deaths. Nothing. I went to the local courthouse to see if it was there. My original birth had been marked out with X's and a new birth record was recorded with my parents information. When I was 25, I tracked down the doctor who delivered me. She had retired many years before I contacted her by phone and wouldn't reveal any information. 

Eventually, by a stroke of luck I guess, I did find my biological mother's information through a family friend, but I'll save that for another post. It's getting late, and I need to rest. Thanks for reading.

~Trixie Lea

A Little About My Blog

Hi, and welcome to my blog. For many years I have wanted to help others through my writing but could never think of what topic to cover. The last 10 years I have been on Social Security Disability and want to tell the truth about what it's like to try and survive on this income alone. I also want to cover trying to battle multiple chronic illnesses, and my personal journey trying to find employment that can financially sustain my family and myself. This blog is my own personal opinion, experiences, and thoughts. I hope you enjoy and find it helpful. Thank you for visiting. Please pass the information along if you find it helpful or interesting.

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Trixie