Eleanor's story came as one of our many email submissions.
Natural mothers are everywhere, many of us still silenced by shame.
But having lost everything, we have nothing left to lose in speaking
my, what an interesting web site! You mean there actually
are real mothers of infants taken for adoption who feel the way
I feel and aren't afraid to say it? I'm so sick of all we
good little girls just taking it, I could puke! It's far
past time adoption's exposed for what it really is - if it walks,
talks and stinks like slavery, it is slavery and needs to be stamped
haven't read everything on your site yet because I'm in a horrendous,
nearly unendurable flashback phase at this very moment so I can
only take a little at a time, but I'll get to more of it a bit
later this evening.
beloved firstborn son was taken from me by my parents and the
dozen or so professionals they hired to help them 35 years ago.
My parents called this "standing by me." I keep picturing
all those trained adult "helpers" standing around my parents and
me, 19 years old and abandoned by everyone, standing alone because
that's the way it was. They shackle me and grab my son right
out of my birth canal and order me to like it and be grateful.
few days after they finally got me to sign the papers (not necessary
since they were taking him anyway, but a vital part of the punishment),
my baby's father called from the service - he had been drafted
and ended up going to Vietnam - and said he wanted to get married
and be a father to his baby after all. Ha, ha, too late,
adoption must be served, breeder. Shut up and stay in the
garbage where we threw you, animal.
fought as hard as I could, but it wasn't enough, and I feel tremendous
guilt. I couldn't stop them from taking my baby and I feel guilty
and sorry that my body did not die along with my soul right then
and there. I guess all those people who conspired to take
my baby away from me lived happily ever after, but for me, the
real mother of a real baby, the pain just gets worse - I am remembering
and feeling it all as though it is happening right this moment
and the pain is something no human being should ever have to endure.
is for dogs.
was sent to live in this nether world, tortured with wondering
about the life I was meant to live, tortured by the pain of living
without my own baby, tortured by knowing how hated I am.
And nobody cares. That is adoption.