ROOTED IN ADOPTION
"The deepest pain I ever felt was denying my own feelings to make everyone else comfortable." ~Nicole Lyons When I was growing up back in the ‘40s and ‘50s, I was never asked by anyone how I felt about being adopted. Not even as I got older. I just suffered in silence and never let on about what was going on inside of me. I would overhear people telling my adopted parents how lucky they were that I was an intelligent, good looking, well behaved child, a child to be proud of. No one ever discussed with me how I felt about losing my biological family, my true heritage, my history. That was something they never could relate to, never empathize with, never comprehend, never understand that it might be something that hurt and bothered me. Friends and relatives would talk about their ancestors, who they were, what they accomplished, with pride and shoes to follow in because they shared their blood. I could only remain silent and wonder whose blood I shared. My adoptive mothe...