UPDATE: In NSW today, Premier Barry O’Farrell delivered an historic address, apologising to the parents and children who were the victims of forced adoption. He said the parliament acknowledged the “the terrible wrongs that were done, and with profound sadness and remorse say to those living with ongoing grief and pain, we are sorry”.
Premier O’Farrell’s speech follows similar apologies from the SA and WA parliaments over the policy of previous governments. Approximately 150,000 children were removed from their unwed mothers between the 1950s and the 1970s.
Bern Morley was one of them. She writes:
I am adopted. My brother is adopted. No, we are not “blood” brother and sister as is often asked. I used to think that a weird question. Like, did people think Mum and Dad found some baby making duo who had my brother, handed him over and then 2.5 years later, gave them me as well? But now I realise people thought we came as a package. That Mum and Dad took the two of us on, me at birth and Les as a toddler. I get that now.
But no, my brother has his own story and I, mine.
In 1974, my mother fell pregnant to her boyfriend and being the “good Catholic girl” that she was, had me in June 1975 and immediately put me up for adoption. I am unsure whether she ever got to hold me. Or see me. From what I gather, she wasn’t given the option to keep me. She wasn’t married, she was barely 19 and she had parents who wouldn’t have it any other way.
I wonder what it must have been like. To feel me kicking inside her, to go into what I’m guessing was a painful labour, and then to hand me over to the nurse without even being granted a glance at the baby she had just given birth to. I feel so incredibly sad for her. After having given birth to three babies myself, I can’t even fathom how she would have coped with her grief. Her pain. Her loss.
But life goes on. Hers and mine.
My childhood was a typical Australian one. It involved being forced into playing backyard cricket with my older brother, riding bikes, playing in the local creek, recycling cans for pocket money. The usual.
I grew up, stuff went down as it does with all families, but one thing I remember vividly was that Mum was extremely open with us about being adopted. She made absolutely no secret about it and I guess that’s why it never felt like a massive deal to me. Well until I hit 18 that was.
I got this sudden urge to find my “real” mother. This wasn’t because I suddenly didn’t want Betty as my Mum any more or love her any less, it was because I wanted to know why I looked like I look. Curiosity. But you know what they say about curiosity don’t you? Yep and I didn’t even have a cat to kill. As it turned out, it certainly was not the right reason to interrupt established lives and luckily I was counselled out of going any further before I did. I truly am grateful for this.
I did manage to get identifying information which gave me some details about my mother and father. Their country of origin, their eye colours and builds. I also learnt some medical history (double mastectomy in grandmother – eek) that is terribly important. I can’t tell you over my life how many times a doctor has asked me if anyone in my family has say for instance, a heart condition, and I’ve just had to say “I don’t know, I’m adopted”.
When I was about 19, I received the following letter from Lyn, my biological mother;
Hi,
Wish I knew a name to call you, I don’t feel I have the right to call you daughter. I have thought often of writing but didn’t know where to start.
I often think of how you are, my biggest worry has been that you have been safe and happy.
It’s funny when I fell pregnant with you I was still so incredibly naive and went through it all in a blur. Ian, your father, and I , had been going out for years but it’s funny, I just never thought of marrying him. I haven’t seen him for a long, long time but I hear that he became a wanderer and isn’t married now.
I’ve been married to a great guy, Rod for 14 years now. He knows about you and has been at me for years to contact you. We have 3 beautiful boys, who do their share of fighting. Ryan is 12, Luke, 10 and Joshua is 6. I guess I’ve been punished in a way because we would dearly love a girl but..
My family, my parents mainly, never spoke of you. I had the apple of my father’s eye and it took many years before he spoke to me again – Good Catholics!
I’ve gone back to work after twelve years and so far am really enjoying it.
Belinda, that’s what I named you at birth, I hope with all my heart that you have had a happy life and forgive me for giving you up. I still believe in my heart it was the best for you.
Hope this finds you well and happy,
Lyn
After that I had no questions. It was like I was, and excuse me for being a bit wanky for a sec, at peace. I no longer had the urge to know more. Sure, I found it interesting to know I had three half brothers out there somewhere and yes I did wonder about them for some time. But time passes, I have my own family to care for and to be honest, I have a mother and a brother. And they were the best that anyone could ask for. Love was on tap – what more do you need?
I recently found this letter after going through my mums stuff (after she passed away). My brother and I agree, it’s like we were puppies in a pet store. Plus I cost 5 bucks. Bargain.
It reads:
There is now a baby girl born XXst June, 1975 available for adoption. The baby weighed 8lbs 4 ozs at birth.
The mother of the child is a single girl aged 19, a Student Nurse by occupation with Junior standard education. She has brown hair, blue eyes, fair complexion, is 5′ 7″ in height and of medium build. She is of Australian nationality.
The father of the child is aged 22, single, a motor mechanic by occupation with Junior standard education. He has blond hair, blue eyes, fair complexion, is 5′ 8″ in height and of slim build. He is of Australian nationality.
If you would like to see this baby, would both journey to Brisbane as soon as possible. Please call this office between 9am – 2:30pm on any week day so that the necessary authority to see the child may be given to you.
If you do not wish to see the infant, kindly communicate with me immediately so that I may offer her to someone else.
Would I be different today had I been raised by Lyn? Hard to say. Nature over nurture? Would I still be me but with different friends and family? In a different job? Who knows? All I do know is that I wouldn’t change a thing.
On 4 June 2010, the Community and Disability Services Ministers’ Conference (CDSMC) announced that Ministers had agreed to a joint national research study into past adoption practices, to be conducted by the Australian Institute of Family Studies.
The focus of this study is on understanding current needs and obtaining information to support improved service responses for individuals affected by past adoption practices, and is the largest study of past adoption practices ever conducted in this country.
If you think this study could relate to you, click HERE to participate.








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Wow Bern, I did not know this about you & our situations are so very similar!
My parents adopted a boy in 1970 & then me in 1972. Then after a decade of being married, were somehow finally blessed with a biological child! Obviously none of us are related by DNA but that has never been an issue in our family. Us 2 older kids always knew that we were adopted and it was just normal in our family. I too forget most of the time as it’s a non-issue. They are my family! I never elt the desire to search for my biological parents. For a few reasons, I suppose…
1) I had a Mum and a Dad, brothers and other family who loved me very much. I was loved and supported. I belonged and never once felt that I had to find something that was missing. I never saw myself as an outsider, nor did I ever feel any relative did either. Perhaps if I had not have had a great upbringing I’d have felt differently. But I was brought up by parents who desperately wanted to love and nurture children. I may not have known where I came from biologically, but I was content and had a great sense of self and security.
2) I figured that if my birth parents had wanted to make contact, that they would have done so. And since they hadn’t, there was probably a very good reason for not doing so. Maybe they had truly not wanted me and had left my being a long way in the past and wanted to just get on with life. Or, perhaps quite the opposite, they had not contacted me because it was all just too painful. Dredging up painful memories. Fear of rejection after years of living in hope of a happy family reunion. Who knows? It could be either. And you know what? I’m totally OK with that. Whatever their reasons for doing so, I have no doubts that my best interests were put first. As a mother myself I know my child always comes first. Even if it means hardships for others. Still, knowing the love one has for their child, I cannot even imagine how hard that decision would have been to make and carry through. A choice had to be made and either option would have been hell.
As for the nature/nurture thing, I think it’s a fair amount of both. Personaity wise, I am very different to others in my family. I’m a deep thinker, emotional. I look nothing like my parents or siblings. My natural abilities I can only presume are inherited from my bio parents (intellect, musical ability etc). I have the values and mannerisms of those around me. I have n doubt that a lot fo the experiences I have had have shaped me substantially into the person who I am today. But nature is strong too.
I have to say, when I had my son, it was extra special to have this gorgeous blonde, fair child who not only looks like me, but also seems to have inherited my sensitive nature, my photographic memory & my love and abilities in music. Others may take such similarities as given ans for granted within their family. To me, it’s sweet & precious.
If my birth parents were to ever contact me, I won’t say I’d try to foster a r’ship with them. But I’d most definitely respond if approached & tell them I’m happy and healthy & have a great family & thank them for dong what was best for me. I’d never ignore a request. After all, I”m not bitter & who am I to judge? I haven’t walked in their shoes. I cannot know how it felt to be them, a young unmarried couple in the early 70s in a society which did not support their situation. It would not be up to me to play juror and reject and potentially worsen their pain. Hopefully they are at peace with their decision and they have been able to go on and have happy families of their own.
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So many of my friends have romanticised my adoption. They think I’m so lucky, and in many ways, they are right. While I do toy with the idea of finding my biological parents, it is out of mere curiousity. I don’t desire a relationship, I would just like to know about my roots. Though if there was anything I could say, it would be ‘thank you.’ I have had the most blessed life, with loving parents who have provided for me in every way possible. I think this has shaped my perspective on life in many ways as I feel incredibly grateful for everything I have.
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Mum had me when she was fifteen.
Grandparents raised me from the day I came home from the hospital. They adopted me when I was eight. So now, legally, my birth mother is my sister.
Lost count the number of times I’ve had/tried to explain that one to confused people over the years!
Never met my father. Never had any desire to meet him. Never asked my birth mother about him.
That’s because I had a strong father figure growing up. Fair to say if I didn’t I’d be more curious.
And if by some chance my birth father came into my life now, I honestly wouldn’t be interested in striking up any sort of relationship with him or his family. Doubt if I’d even meet them.
Too much time has passed…
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Thanks for sharing your story. I too was adopted into a loving and wonderful family home and was told when I was around 4 or 5 that I was lucky because I had 2 sets of parents. I too never felt that I was terribly effected by being adopted, I was always curious about who my parents were and what they looked like.
When I was 21 I met my birth mother, she had by this time had a brain injury and sadly we can never have that proper relationship. It was then that I found out that she did not give me up, that she had been sedated in the hospital and when she woke up 3 days later I was gone. Stolen. I still find it so hard to believe that just 40 years ago Australia allowed this to go on.
I grew very close to my birth mother’s husband Brian and my two half sisters and cried buckets when Brian passed away nearly 2 years ago. My sisters and I share a close bond now, they are 21, 23 and I am 40.
I met my birth father at 28 and am so pleased to be in the lives of my sister and brother that I share with him. My adopted father recently passed and the pain was the worst I have ever endured. I am grateful for my life and for the things I have experienced, but I feel so sad for what my birth mother and father suffered because of the ‘do gooders’ of the day.
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Thanks Cathy. Amazing story. Life is so complicated. Glad you shared your story too. x
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The start of this article could have been my story, with people often asking if my brother and I were “really” brother and sister – well, he’s as real as my brother as anyone elses I know! We always have known we were adopted and neither of us have any drama with it, as we are part of a loving great family. I have been reading the very sad stories of mums forced to give up their babies, and had thought when I had children (I have 2) it might change my feelings on being adopted, which it didn’t. It just made me appreciate what my birth mother possibly went through and what a gift she gave. I do like to see positive posts on adoption as although I know not adoptees have had the experience I have I feel lucky to have the parents and upbringing I have had. I have never met or sought out my birth parents and have no desire to, as my mum and dad are my mum and dad! Thanks for sharing your story Bern.
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And yours. We got lucky x
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Bern, I’ve had a busy morning but have had this post up on my browser waiting to get to. Your story has made me cry. I feel for you but I also feel for those young mums who had to give up their children. They would have felt so isolated during their pregnancy, during after the birth. Completely different from what we experience today. You are one amazing woman. But we knew that already. x
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Lovely to read your story Bern. I am similarly blessed with gorgeous, loving adopted parents and a sister (also adopted). I was raised always knowing I was adopted and taught to pray for my birth mother as she was probably very sad to give me up and worried that I was happy. When in my late teens my adopted mum suggested I search for my birth family as she thought it would be good for me! 22 years ago I found my maternal birth family and have a lovely relationship with the extended family. Sadly my (birth) mother died quite tragically in 1981 before I could meet her. She had a troubled life. I wished I could have eased her pain by letting her know how happy and blessed I was (and am). My own two children are my joy. Sadly my mother never told anyone who my father was so that half is unknown. I would love to know. That would be great. Just to know.
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Sorry you missed out. You sound incredibly grounded xx
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I have a very similar story. My mother gave me up at 15 years old. I harbour no resentment. We started writing letters when I turned 18 but she also died suddenly before I got a chance to meet her. I had a pretty good childhood with my adopted family, but I miss her. And it is very strange to miss someone you have never met. She also never told anyone the name of my father – i assume it was a boy from school but this is just guesswork.
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Incredibly hard when the chance is taken away from you. I’m sorry. x
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Wow, thank you for sharing your story, I found that really interesting and heart wrenching too (I’ve had three babies as well and just can’t begin to fathom the grief..)
My Mum was 17 and unmarried when she fell pregnant with me in 1973, but when I was born in 1974 my Dad had proposed to her and they stayed together. For not that twist of fate, my story could have been similar to yours – not much state help back then and bucket loads of judgment.
I’m really glad you had a loving upbringing x
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I have four children the last a 3 year old whom we adopted at 7 weeks. She has known about her adoption since she was 6 months old and sat on my knee listening to ‘Her Story’. Now she tells everybody ‘Her Story’- the country of her birth and how she came from our heart not my tummy like her brothers and sisters. We have been asked so many times if she knows she is adopted and if we are going to tell her which is bizarre enough in itself but she is of Indian heritage adopted into a blonde blue-eyed family. So yes she does know she is adopted and that she is much loved and adored. We have enough information about her birth family that if ever she wants to contact them she will be able to find them quite easily. All out in the open and hopefully raising a very well-adjusted child who has so many people who love her including those that gave her the opportunity to be nurtured,by another family, when they couldn’t.
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Bern, you continue to amaze me! I went to a Catholic school and know of several girls around your time of birth who were ‘sent to the country’ fat and came back very sad, isolated, lonely and slim…it brings back so many memories…
Gorgeous girl, I don’t know what else to say…thank you so much for sharing your story (and your brother’s) Lisa xxx
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And I hope this study and it’s outcome help those girls who are now older women. Their grief and their guilt must overwhelm that at times and I would like to see some kind of recognition that it wasn’t their fault. xx
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You, Bern Morley, are amazing. I cannot imagine being so at peace with anything.
Your mother clearly did an amazing job of raising you xx
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Thanks Lana. She was amazing. x
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I actually know of a family that adopted full siblings born 2 years apart.They are full blood siblings………..same parents………
Their birth parents couildnt afford to keep them and wanted them to be together.
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Beautiful Bern. I do know how hard it was for mothers to have to give up their babies – usually they were forced and/or drugged into it – as I met many of them back in the day. And I couldn’t comprehend to know what they went through, could only imagine the pain and suffering.
Of course, I don’t know your biological Mum, so I can’t vouch for her, but it was different back then.
I can imagine the excitement of a childless couple receiving a letter like your above. Wouldn’t your heart leap with joy? Wouldn’t you want to have that child in your arms as quickly as possible?
I can’t begin to know how it feels for you, my darling, but I do think things work out the way they work out. And it sounds like you had a fab Mum and you were the best daughter in the world. xo
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Thanks Bronnie, yep, it’s been a learning curve and felt quite underground at times. I mean, my brother was so anti the whole thing his whole life. Luckily I had two great girlfriends who I could confide in and they shared the ups and downs back then. xx
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Wow! Amazing story, thanks for sharing. Very moving and inspired me to call my adopted brother and tell him how much I love him. For us, doesn’t matter that we are not ‘blood’ – we are family!
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Oh lovely. Yep, my brother and I are very close. We are all we have left, so we make sure we keep tight. xx
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Hi Bern,
This was such a beautiful post.
I was adopted also. My birth mother was only 15 years old and of Cree (Native-Canadian) descent.
My mom told me about my being adopted for a very young age, as early as I can remember. She always said to me that I wasn’t given away, I was chosen. She told me of how she was able to visit the babies that were up for adoption and that I was the ugliest baby of them all, but I was strong and was the only one holding my head up. She said that is why she chose me.
I have never had a desire to meet my birth mother, because I don’t have a curiosity about it. Papers were mixed up at birth and Mom said they sent her the paperwork meant to go to the birth mother. She learned her name and coincidentally, because it was not a large city, she knew of the young girl. Mom told me my birth mother’s name and everything she knew, so it was obvious to me “why”.
Now that my Mom has passed away, I still don’t have a desire to meet this person, because it is my Mom who raised me.
Someone once said to me that it might be nice from her side to know that I turned out alright and that she made the right decision. I suppose, but what if that’s not the case, and I have stirred things up by contacting her? I guess I’ll never know, because I am inclined to let it lie.
Thanks for sharing your story. I had actually forgotten about being adopted, because it has been part of my history for so long that I don’t even think about it now that I have my own children, who look nothing like me. That was something that I always longed for: to have someone who looked like me in my family. Alas, my husband’s partly Fijian genes were stronger.
Oh, and what you said about never knowing your medical history, that bit of info might have been useful in my bout with breast cancer, but that too thankfully is in the past.
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Amazing story. I had funny hips and had braces on my legs when Mum came to see me in the hospital. Apparently my Aunty (Now) asked Mum if she was sure she wanted me because I was “disabled” Mum didn’t hesitate apparently and said “Of course, she’s meant to be mine”
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Oh Bern, the similarity of our stories are uncanny. I was also born with dodgy hips (clicky hips) and when they contacted my Mum and Dad the nurse said “there is something wrong with this baby, are you sure you want to still adopt her?” Apparently my Mum replied with “I don’t care if you is purple with pink spots, she is my baby”.
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That comment made me cry. It is such a beautiful thing to say.
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Bern, you are beautiful. This is beautiful xxx
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Thank you so much Bern for sharing your story. So many of us have family that are not genetically related, step-parents for example, and we love them all the same. I know it’s not the same, but I found out recently that my Dad (who has passed away) used to donate sperm. So I probably have genetic ‘half-siblings’, but I have no interest in tracking them down, even if it were possible.
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I am overwhelmed by the graciousness of your birth mother. Except for the 2 eldest children, the rest of us in our family are either adopted or permanently fostered. While my adoption and reunion story is quite bizarre, my only other experiences of my siblings and friends birth mother stories have been quite the opposite to yours. Most birth mothers (NATURALLY, may I say…) want to see and hold the child they had to give up unwillingly all those years ago and in some instances have been so broken by the whole situation feel as though they are now ‘owed’ a close relationship with their ‘lost’ child. This has caused major problems for the adopted child and families they now belong to. I guess what I’m trying to say is, it takes a courageous woman to accept what’s done is done. I take my hat off to her.
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Beautiful, Bern. x
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Wow Bern, I could have written your story word for word but ‘insert my name’. The only difference is I did seek out my birth parents and it turned out they married and had two more children (although they are now divorced and both happily remarried).
I have also been asked all my life if my brother and I are blood related and I had the same thoughts about this being a strange question. When you have parents who are truthful and up-front about adoption from day one, it makes it a non issue (well, in my life) so I have always been very free and open about this topic. This always seems to surprise people.
When I was a snooping teenager I discovered in my parents bedside drawer my original ‘birth parent’ information sheet and it was then I became fascinated with finding my bio Mother and Father. I’m very glad I did, it was an amazing experience and we continue to have a good friendship (but I also know, it’s not for everyone).
I am currently pregnant with my first child and this experience has bought up a few emotions for me as an adopted child, I always think about my first few weeks in the hospital while I was waiting for my ‘new family’. When all the other little babies were being taken home and gleefully announced in the births section of the newspaper, I was left behind in the hospital with all the other babies waiting for families (or was I? I dont even know what happened to me in that first 6 weeks). Don’t get me wrong, I’m not wallowing in self pity (well maybe just a little, come on – I’m pregnant) I am a very happy person, but I am currently investing a lot of time day dreaming (between meeting and emails) of those first few moments/weeks with my little one and I often wonder if my birth mother ever did the same. I am also very excited about finally having someone in my everyday life who is ‘blood’ related to me, I will be able to say “oh you get that from me” and there is will a truth behind it, not just said in jest.
I think my Mum (adopted Mum) sums it up best “You didn’t grow under my heart for 9 month, you grew in my heart for three long years”
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“You didn’t grow under my heart for 9 month, you grew in my heart for three long years” That. Is. Beautiful.
My Mum told me how when she wanted me, she got to choose sex and possible features. My brother was brown haired blue eyes, so she got to choose the parents who would be closest to that. Mail order baby.
Thank you for sharing Clare and I am so glad it worked out for you. Maybe I’m content because I have a family of my own now? 5 of us. I don’t know and I never rule out that one day the feelings will whip up again, but right now, I am happy to leave it as it is. xx
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Just wanted to say Bern that this is a perspective I had never read before and you have told your story so clearly and with so much grace and simplicity. It’s very powerful, I am sure that many, many people, young and old would benefit from reading this. It’s uplifting. Seana Smith
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Thanks Seana. Much appreciated xx
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Bern,
That and I now have two babies myself.
As many others here I am in the same boat, I am the older and my brother is two years younger than me and we are both adopted, and no, not a package deal as some of my friends have been surprised to find. Our adoption was very open, in the way that our whole extended family knew all about it (and I have a HUGE) extended family. I have only recently felt the urge to start finding information out about my biological parents at the age of 28 plus 2 (No, the nile is not just a river in Egypt!
My brother recently contacted his boilogical mother and found out he had a half sister and it has sort of niggled at me, but not hugely, just in the fact that now he has someone else he calls a “Sister”.
I dont really have a point other than it is perfectly fine to not want to contact biological parents. I have no urge at the moment, but feel that will change in the future.
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Same. My biggest urge was when I was 18 (age I could legally contact). I immediately got told she had put a “bar” on me contacting her. I wasn’t emotionally equipped then to deal with that kind of rejection and had kept the whole mission to myself. But in hindsight, it toughened me up. That letter came a few years later. Thanks for your story x
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Update: I sent in the necessary paperwork to make contact 2 weeks ago, so I am now in the waiting…… line. I think I stumbed upon that curious cat!
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Beautiful story Bern, thank you. My mum and her brother were both adopted. A bit like you – no package deal – but into what was a wonderful and very loving family.
At 21 she sought to find her birth mother for the same reason. Curiosity. She received a birth certificate and travel documents, which listed her Mum as a 34yr old Scottish divorcee who travelled down under prior to giving birth and left 4wks later, without a baby in tow. No father was listed.
Mum stopped searching after that. Well, until my brother was born deaf and with a syndrome that even I can’t pronounce. She wrote, seeking contact or medical information at the least, but her letters went unanswered.
Mum made contact again when travelling Europe and Scotland a few years ago. All to no avail. It was also at this time she found out about a half-sister. But she doesn’t want contact either.
With Mum as one of my best friends, I find this hard to understand or grapple. Why wouldn’t you want the chance to know your daughter or someone who’s your half-sister? But I guess that’s for me to wonder…
Mum’s biological mother died last year and with it her hope of ever finding out who her Dad was. See other documents showed her mother as travelling between Australia and Scotland up to five times – a lot back in the day – and at one stage, living in Brisbane in the early 50s. Could it be that Mum’s dad was Australian and we have other family here?
Like everything else, I know we’ll never know. And we too can only be thankful for the family that we have. After all, it’s my fabulous Nana and Pop that brought my Mum up to be amazing woman that she is today and who instilled so much love and confidence in me. Sometimes blood isn’t thicker than water.
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Wow, that gave me goosebumps. So many unknowns. I agree, I truly think your family are those you love and who love you. x Thanks, loved reading this.
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Great post Bern – takes courage to share the really deep and meaningful stuff sometimes, but often they’re the ones that lighten the load and do the most good – be it for us personally or for those who have the privilege of reading. You’re the real deal Bern – with incredible natural style and talent – and we all know how much value I place on that, don’t we!? Thanks for sharing…
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Thanks Big Al. Lubs ya x
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Wow Bern, your mum was an amazing woman. It comes through in the way you still speak of her. My hubby has a good friend who is adopted and he has never had any desire to meet his biological parents, because, like you,his adoptive parents were the best ones anyone could have. I think it may be different if the adoptive parents aren’t so great -sadly I know this is sometimes the case.xx
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I have friends who have polar opposite stories as well. Life is so freaking complicated. Thanks B xx
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Bern, I don’t presume to know anything about the nature vs nurture issue at all. But I do know how truly gorgeous you are, which would indicate that both your mums were pretty special people. Thank you for writing this.
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Oh Bern. I want to reach through the computer a hug you right now ((((hug))))
I knew some of your “life story” and have expressed my total respect for the way in which you and P have such great bonds of love with your own children. Reading the words of your birth mother filled my heart with such mixed emotions. Sorrow for you .. and for her. Societal mores were the reason then as well as Catholic church & other “we know best” organisations. I have tears for you and tears for her. I became pregnant before marriage in 1970 (married early 71, DD born Aug 71) & there was a stigma even for that.
But, the words I read via the letter to your mum ( who has passed away) were cold but carried such an emotional message.. These days, imagine how a person waiting to adopt might react. Still, you know that she was delighted.. Because you were adopted.
How interesting to see that your birth mum called you a name with starting letters like your name now.
I am emotionally affected by your writing today. Thank you doesn’t seem adequate for sharing this story of you but they’re the only words I can find. Much love D xx
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Bern,
This is so close to home for me it has brought tears to my eyes. I was adopted by my parents in 1970 after my birth mother fell pregnant at the age of 16. I decided to announce at my 18th birthday party that I was going to go looking for my mother, but then my wise and beautiful grandmother reminded me what I had (and have) and I decided that I loved them all too much to go looking.
My mother got for me details from the then YACS regarding my parents and I also received details on physical and minor medical attributes for both birth parents. I made a very firm decision once my only daughter was born perfectly that I didnt know what I had inherited and I didnt want to run the risk with any more children, however I wanted just one person in this world to look like me, that goodness she does and I treasure her all the more for that.
The thing that struck me the most about this story is that my birth mothers name is Lynette and my mother called me Belinda after she adopted me, so you can imagine just how close a cord this struck for me.
I am so glad to know, I think I always have, that there are people out there that have gone through the same thought processes as me in regards to this peice of their life and they are just as well balanced as i am as a result.
Thanks again for sharing.
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Bern, I’m also an adoptee, so is my brother. I’ve recently been reconnected with my two biological brothers, one of whom I had previously met and one whom I did not know existed. We learned our birth mother died many years ago, but I cannot tell you how much it means to me to have all three brothers in my life. I finally feel whole, now knowing blood kin in whom I see a resmblance, both physically and psychologically, even though our upbringings were apart. My children also are thrilled to be able to see their ancestry in their uncles, as well as myself and their dad.
The reason i’m telling you this is becuse when I was younger, I was like you and had no urge to turn over rocks and discover my heritage, however, I was denying the niggling, nagging pain which i carefully buried, the pain all adoptees feel of knowing they don’t truly belong to their adoptive family, no matter how loving and nurturing they are (and mine certainly were.) my loyalty to m adoptive family and the fact that my own life was so busy allowed the denial to continue..but i knew in my heart that one day i’d have to deal with the ghosts of my past. When Bro #2 appeared, i was finally receptive to the idea and went with the flow, slowly and carefully. it ha been a highly emotional experince but I wouldn’t have missed it for the world and am now more content than I’ve ever been.
As adoptees, we are the only ones who know what we have experienced and are the only ones who can decide how to process it. I wish you joy and contentment, whether you eventually decide to meet your bio family or not..but just remember, dear Bern, time does not stand still.
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Thanks Trills, taken on board. x
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Beautiful story, thanks Bern. I’ve passed the past adoption practices link on to my Mum, as she had a baby 3 years before me that she gave up for adoption. She was 19, unmarried, had zero support from her Catholic parents. They didn’t want the neighbours to find out so they shipped her to live with her sister in Sydney, who was newly married and pregnant with her own daughter. That must’ve hurt a lot to watch her sister’s life be so different just because she was married. Mum told the baby’s father, but they agreed that they didn’t want to marry each other.
She always used to tell me: don’t think you can’t get pregnant the first time you have sex. It was years after that I finally realised that’s what had happened to her.
So my siblings and I were told when I was 17, and we encouraged Mum to find her daughter. After another 7 years this finally happened, and she looks so much like Mum and my aunties, and I felt like the jigsaw puzzle was complete. It was lovely. They have sporadic contact now (20 yrs later), mainly due to my half-sister’s depressive personality, but Mum still contacts her as often as possible.
When I’m asked how many siblings I have I always say that I’m the eldest of 5, because that’s how I grew up, but Mum always answers that she has 6 children when asked.
Mum has been part of an adoption support group for years now, and their stories are all heartbreaking. I hope those women all participate in the study.
Being adopted has totally affected my half-sister’s personality, as she feels different from the rest of her family, like she’s never fitted in. In my Mum’s life it has very negatively affected her marriage, assertiveness, and self-worth. The barbaric practices of the era were disgraceful.
Having said all of the negatives, I’m really pleased to hear that it worked out well for you, Bern. Maybe not so well for your bio mother. I guess every family’s experience is individual. Are you planning on meeting her now you’re older? What about her being able to have a relationship with your children? Not to replace Betty, of course, because that could never happen. Has your brother searched for and found his mother? Does he feel the same way as you in that he wouldn’t change a thing?
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Thanks for passing on the link x
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Bern ,you have a beautiful story, I know we posted about it a while back when i posted my story on mamamia last year, but it was lovely to read your perspective. I am glad you are at peace with the circumstances of your birth, I met my parents and have an ongoing relationship with them but I think my case is a rarity. I too was just curious for medical reasons LOL and just wanting to see someone I looked like but that letter to your parents is amazing in it’s detail and I can see how that would satisfy a lot of your questions. Thank you for the link to the study too xxxxxxxx
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This is the link to my story on mamamia, I am so glad you have told yours, it’s a brave thing to tell your story publicly. Everyone is different and I love how you told your tale, PS don’t freak about the double mastectomy too much. My adopted mum died of breast cancer, my birth mum and paternal birth grandmother also had it and now I get lots of tests done annually. My theory is that either way I am glad I know my history but even if I didn’t I prob should still have regular checks:)
http://www.mamamia.com.au/weblog/2010/11/a-special-daughter-adopted-at-three-weeks-old.html
Xxxx
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I very much remember your story. It is a wonderful story. Every single one of us must tread a different path. I did, but I no longer do, have a yearning to meet her. Can’t explain it, it just is. xx Thanks Meerkath. x
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Thanks for sharing Bern. My father was adopted and only found out when he was 33 (I was 12). It was quite a shock. He looked a lot like his adoptive father. His adoptive parents never told him that he was adopted and actually went to their graves not knowing he knew. It was only when we needed passports to go on an overseas holiday that my parents realised some of the dates didn’t quite add up. My adoptive grandmother’s sister confirmed their suspicions.
My parents ended up tracking down his birth mother. She lives in New Zealand and, like your birth mother, gave him up because she was young and unmarried. She came to visit us a few times.
I wasn’t told the ‘news’ for a few years but can remember dad changing from a really fun, carefree person into someone quite insular and serious for a while. It must have seriously shaken his world. I really think the ‘tell them when they’re young’ policy is the way to go.
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I loved this Bern, it’s just so honest.
I have one question – did you reply to Lynn after that letter? Just to let her know you were happy and healthy but not interested in pursuing a relationship? That would have been hard.
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You know what? I can’t remember. I think I did. Why can’t I remember this?
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You probably did, or it would bother you knowing she was waiting for a reply. Thanks for sharing. It’s weird what the brain forgets.
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well written story, thanks for sharing.
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I think you’re such a wonderful writer and such an open, genuine and generous-hearted person Bern xx
I know it’s twee but I believe it’s an ‘everything happens for a reason’ part of your life. I’m also so pleased that you were told about it at such a young age so it just became a part of who you were.
Someone very close to me didn’t find out his father was not his biological father until he asked once for his birth certificate for a school project in high school…
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Thanks for your story, it really struck a chord with me. I recently donated my eggs to a couple who could not conceive and at first I wanted no contact with the family. I just wanted to help them to conceive and then be on my way to leave them as a family. However after much careful consideration and discussions with counsellors I have come to the decision with the parents-to-be (yes, my donor eggs were a success and a baby is on the way!) that I will be a known person in the family’s life. We are going to be very open and honest woth both of our families so that they all understand from a young age what is going on, much like your parents did for you and your brother, and the new baby will know where they came from, and will have full access to me if s/he feels s/he needs it. After reading your story it has just confirmed to me that what we decided is the best thing for everyone.
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What a wonderful gift you have given, and a sensible attitude. It makes me feel like the world is a better place to hear of stories like yours, thank you.
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Wow! That is amazing. I too would be happy to give my eggs but being 35, too old now
But believe it’s not so much blood, it’s who loves you. AT any point in your life. xx
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My parents always told me I was adopted because I ended up so different to my family. I never really knew what they meant until I made a friend who herself was adopted. I can’t picture for myself what it would actually be like, but you’ve done a great job telling your story. Whatever happened Bernfred, you turned out fabulous. Love your stuff.
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Thanks Rick. I’ve seen 1,000 variations of a family. None are the right ones. They are just the ones we get. xx Love ya guts.
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Bern, you have such a gift for writing and sharing – thank you. I was surprised by the tears that ran down my face when I read the letter from your birth mother and am sad for what she lost.
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Bern. As you know, it’s easier to write funny shit than personal stuff. This is brilliant and brave. Who knows about nurture v nature? Lyn and your mum would both be awestruck by the person you’ve become. But in the end, that was up to you, not them.
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I have an older half brother, mum had him when she was very young and although she tried to look after him she just couldn’t do it. I have never met him. I would like to, but purely from curiosity, so have never tried to find him. I know mum contacted him, by letter when he was a teenager, she wanted to know if he was ok and, I think, try to explain why she gave him up. Before mum died she gave me the letter he wrote back to her telling us a little about his life, he sounded happy and mum never made any more effort to contact him as she thought it should be his decision. I think it was significant that he knew he was adopted from quite a young age and also that my brother and I knew that we had another brother who had been adopted out, we also knew the circumstances of this (at an age appropriate level). I believe, for our family, this helped us have happier lives all round as there were no secrets surrounding the issue.
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Beautifully written Bern x
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Thank you for sharing your story Bern.
The other side to this is the many couple who were forced to marry when they accidently fell pregnant in the 60s and 70s. Including my parents and other couples I know. I think it would be strange to wonder about the ‘what ifs’ ie what if I didnt get pregnant – would we have stayed together?
I knew a lady who due to illness could not conceive in the 1970s – she was able to adopt even though she had a disease that would be with her life and evetually take her life – but not for another 35 yrs. Today with her medical diagnosis she would not be eligible to adopt.
I find it interesting that giving a baby up for adoption is basically no longer part of Australian culture. Of course it is a very difficult thing to do and there are other options available now to Australian women. IAdoption is much more common still in the US – which I attribute to the prevalence of religion (resulting in termination being less acceptable). I dont beleieve there is a huge stigma attached to being a single mum today?
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Life is definitely easier to manage today than it was back then, although I believe the single mothers pension came in around 1973. But, yep the stigma certainly didn’t disappear then. A lot has to be investigated around this time in history.
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This is very moving – Thank you for sharing.
I have a close friend who’s father was never told she was born. The mother left him for another man and she was raised thinking this man was her father.
She hunted for 5 years straight once she found out and when she found him, she contacted her bio-father at age 20 and he was shocked and devastated that he had never been told.
He and her now are very close and it still makes me smile to think of how happy I was to be there when they met and how it was surreal and beautiful all in one.
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My partner is in a similar situation. His mother died when he was young and paternity tests as a teenager showed that his ‘father’ (whom he didnt see much anyway) was not his father.
I think he should find out who his real father is – even though the chances are his real father has NO idea that he has a son…
Its not upto me though.. maybe one day when we have kids of our own he might change his mind..
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It’s tough because it can be such a let down if it goes wrong, but when it goes right it can be unbelievably amazing.
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Every situation is incredibly complicated. It’s never a one solution fits all. Hope it all works out ok
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Can I start with a shallow comment…? (I will ’cause I can be disturbingly shallow!) – How did you end up so TALL then?
OK now for the (slightly) deeper comment. I seriously admire your thought processes on all this. I have no idea how I would feel if I were adopted, but I hope like crap it would be similar to you. You are very good at understanding everyone and just getting on with life. xo
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They were just really good shoes! Took me a while to accept it. Sometimes getting older has its benefits xx
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Bern, I have known this story for a while but it still moves me- particularly that DCS letter, and that you wouldn’t change a thing. What an amazing document to have- how incredible to actually see where your life changed course. Much love to you and your brother. How you must miss your Mum. xxxxx
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I do Kylie. Every. Day. x
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It touches me to read how sympathetic you are towards your biological mother.
This story also makes me think of how sad it is that nowadays the adoption process is so difficult in Australia when plenty of kids are still in need of a loving home.
Also, I’m going to ask a loaded question: does being adopted influence your views on abortion?
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Nope. Not at all. And I’m in Nooooo position to be judgemental there.
Everyone has their own set of circumstances. Clearly I’m pretty happy my biological mother didn’t go with the alternative, because I’m here today, but everyone gets to choose what to do with their own body, in my opinion anyway xx
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Wow, sitting here at my desk at work with tears of both sadness and joy for all involved. What a lucky woman you are!
Much luck and love X
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Bern, thank you for sharing your story. I am also an adoptee, born in the 50s when to be an unmarried mum almost always meant giving your child up for adoption. My adoptive parents told me from an early age that I was adopted, “special” in fact, but I had would never talk about the way I had become part of my non-biological family. I didn’t want to be different, I wanted to be like everyone else. That might sound selfish, I know. The truth is I wanted the family I was growing up in to be my “real” family, not some strangers I had never met.
As I grew to adulthood my feelings must have altered a bit because I used to look in the public notices of the paper to see if my birth mother was searching for me. In those days, pre 1983, adoption records were sealed, so adoptees weren’t able to access their birth records. I was also concerned that my adoptive parents, mum in particular, would feel rejected. Looking back now I realise what a goose I was for not saying something.
Sadly, my adoptive mum passed away in 1985. Over the next few years, with 2 young children to care for as well as health issues, even though I thought about it occasionally, I somehow didn’t get around to applying for my original birth certificate until late 1991. This led to one of the biggest regrets of my life. After receiving my birth certificate and related records, I decided to see if I could find out a bit about Cath, my birth mother, still unsure whether or not I wanted to make contact. Anyway, to cut a long story short, I discovered that Cath had married (not my father) and given birth to 3 more children. Then came the news that I could never have believed would have affected me so much. The mother I wasn’t even sure I wanted to know was no longer. She had also died in 1985, just one month after my other mum, the one who had raised me. I don’t want to sound melodramatic but my heart does ache because I wish I had acted sooner when there may have been time, albeit short, to share time together.
Sorry this is so long.
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Thank you for writing this Robyn. That must be heartbreaking. I’m sorry you never got to know her. x
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You’re welcome, Bern.
All the best.
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Thank you for your story too. I’m sorry you missed out. I really am xx
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