Another Adoptee's Journey:
A friend made me this poster to help in my sear...: A friend made me this poster to help in my search in hopes this graphic may be shared.
Birds of No like-feather
Some strive to be like others......... Some strive to be unique......... Some strive to be.........
Saturday, December 13, 2014
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Discouraged
I feel a little discouraged but mostly fed up about NY state keeping my birth information from me all these years. Like I am a big dirty secret. I resent them. Sometimes I feel like I get treated like a little stupid child by people even younger than me. After all they have their identities and I don't. They somehow let you know it too. NY devils could save a lot of time trouble grief and money if they would just give up on the sealed records crap. Their greedy asses could charge even more on taxes with the money they would save us. They must know that some of us want truth and we going to find it.
Truth is it will probably be too late. I'm old. My a parents are both dead as are my aunt and uncle. I never had any other family from my adoptive parents. We didn't "mingle". I have my children and we are close. They are curious too about our heritage too. I'm going to leave something in my will so that they can do a little searching if I don't find anything in this time I have left on this earth. This earth that never really felt like home to me. Supposedly my birth mother is dead and my siblings are older than me. They will probably be all dead too by the time I find them. They don't seem to looking for me. Maybe they know exactly who I am and they too feel they want no part of the dirty little orphan. Maybe they were told I was dead. Maybe something so horrific took place they don't want any reminders. Maybe they are all already dead. I don't know and maybe I won't know. It will be revealed though.
Time is being wasted and it's my life they are keeping from me. It shouldn't be any of their damn business. Yes we know the big money you crooked lawyers and politicians made. Yes we know your lily white daughter got knocked up and it would hurt your campaigns to have the bastardette revealed. But it's over now and you already lost your election or you're dead so let loose the damn info. You're secrecy doesn't change the truth. It still happened and I'm here while you are just letting time go by for sheer spite at this point.
I've decided my mother may have been a killer. Or maybe just a nuthead. She may have been a traveler which makes more sense to me. I would love to know. I wonder what she looked like and how she felt about the state of things. I hope someday these evil acts will be frowned upon. That there will be no more sealed records and only adoptions that are truly needed take place.
I used to think that my father took out the whole family and my crazy ass survived. I can't find a newspaper article but then again, I don't know where to look for it. My eyes are getting older too.
I wouldn't really know what to do with a family reunion of sibling as I have been trained not to mingle :-) But I'd love to email or something. Photos. I wouldn't expect to fit in as I'm not sure what that really is. But then again, I've never known family.
I'm cool with whatever the truth is. It is my history and my heritage. I need to know and I resent these freaks that are doing their best to keep me from the truth. Anyone with a conscience would have at least slipped a post it to me with a name or something like that. Nothing I find out is going to upset me. Anything is possible except the truth it seems. The only thing that may piss me off is if I find the last remaining sibling a day after their funeral. Then I'll be more irate than I am now. As time passes it feels as though I'm going to be irate.
Still,Birds of no like feathers in sight.
Truth is it will probably be too late. I'm old. My a parents are both dead as are my aunt and uncle. I never had any other family from my adoptive parents. We didn't "mingle". I have my children and we are close. They are curious too about our heritage too. I'm going to leave something in my will so that they can do a little searching if I don't find anything in this time I have left on this earth. This earth that never really felt like home to me. Supposedly my birth mother is dead and my siblings are older than me. They will probably be all dead too by the time I find them. They don't seem to looking for me. Maybe they know exactly who I am and they too feel they want no part of the dirty little orphan. Maybe they were told I was dead. Maybe something so horrific took place they don't want any reminders. Maybe they are all already dead. I don't know and maybe I won't know. It will be revealed though.
Time is being wasted and it's my life they are keeping from me. It shouldn't be any of their damn business. Yes we know the big money you crooked lawyers and politicians made. Yes we know your lily white daughter got knocked up and it would hurt your campaigns to have the bastardette revealed. But it's over now and you already lost your election or you're dead so let loose the damn info. You're secrecy doesn't change the truth. It still happened and I'm here while you are just letting time go by for sheer spite at this point.
I've decided my mother may have been a killer. Or maybe just a nuthead. She may have been a traveler which makes more sense to me. I would love to know. I wonder what she looked like and how she felt about the state of things. I hope someday these evil acts will be frowned upon. That there will be no more sealed records and only adoptions that are truly needed take place.
I used to think that my father took out the whole family and my crazy ass survived. I can't find a newspaper article but then again, I don't know where to look for it. My eyes are getting older too.
I wouldn't really know what to do with a family reunion of sibling as I have been trained not to mingle :-) But I'd love to email or something. Photos. I wouldn't expect to fit in as I'm not sure what that really is. But then again, I've never known family.
I'm cool with whatever the truth is. It is my history and my heritage. I need to know and I resent these freaks that are doing their best to keep me from the truth. Anyone with a conscience would have at least slipped a post it to me with a name or something like that. Nothing I find out is going to upset me. Anything is possible except the truth it seems. The only thing that may piss me off is if I find the last remaining sibling a day after their funeral. Then I'll be more irate than I am now. As time passes it feels as though I'm going to be irate.
Still,Birds of no like feathers in sight.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Where the name of this blog came from :-)
How dare I.
Live through it all.
How dare I be after my time.
I should have left the day I fell asleep
Though I've yet to waken from this curse
There is something so empty about a child out of reach
Something .......
Nothing I feel
Nothing I taste
Nothing here in my death that I live
It's hard to explain to the living the nothing I feel
The desire to convince just isn't there
There is nothing I want nor a thing that I need
I am blind and deaf
I've seen and heard too much
More than what perhaps one is meant to
I wasn't equipped for such evils
I learned just the same
Words really mean nothing
How when there is no expectation
could the disappointment be so grand
I've let me down ...again
I can't depend on me for a thing
I'm just not there
At least not for myself in these times
I need to get up to get out
Feel some sunlight and sweat
I am paralyzed by something
A big nothing ...my world
what actually happened?
was there a time when something was there?
When somebody cared?
I know there was
Yet somehow lost the details
The clarity..myself
On what day did it happen
Where was I...asleep
So hard to awake when you're not there
draws me in ..to nothing
Won't let me go..myself perhaps
Strength only last for a day
Then back to all that doesn't matter
Slumber again..still..until death
Hate deficient in my world
Reason I could never relate
Birds of no alike feathers
In the skies I occupied
Is that why I retreated to the nest?
Is that why I stayed?
perhaps I never really left
Nor did I need to ..do I yet
I can't change them or make them see
I can't save them ..not even me
It used to be they wouldn't listen
Now I'm unable to speak
I'll be awake real soon
Ready and willing
Stronger than life
I'll dare to be
despite them all
Failure to rediscover dreams
To recall if ever they were
Creation of new dreams
Dare to be Free of the Slumber
Strength of Me
I died that day
Whenever that was
I'll reinvent myself once again
I've got a few more times left
Before the final Slumber
My personal thoughts used to be a run on sentence. Now,they are nothing but (thought) fragments.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Saturday, May 26, 2012
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