MARY LORRAINE DANROTH
12 pictures from 12 months ago...I’ve learned so much in that years time...some good, some bad. Most good. It was my very first ‘Family’ Reunion and I still didn’t know where I fit in. One month later I received my Original Birth Certificate. That’s when I had the final proof...even though everyone at the reunion seemed to know who I was.
I can’t count how many times I was told in this last year that I wasn’t allowed to see pictures of my birth family, let alone post them publicly. It’s funny though that the same people that said this to me were their own worst enemy. Where do they think I acquired the pictures?
The stories and pictures that I share here are from my Grandfathers writing in a book that can be viewed in the Library. If he really wanted there to be privacy as much as my birth mother does he never would’ve submitted his Family’s history.
I’m at a point in my Adult life that realizes that there is no more room for secrecy. I was good enough to be carried full term and born so I would say that I should be good enough to come out. If they feel they need to hide from me it’s on them, not me.
My Best Friends
Scott Alan Warner
Angela Barra’s Medium
Adoptee Rights Australia
NPE and Me
The Invisible Threads