All it takes is a little spit in a tube...

today turned out to be just as eventful as last night. My Uncle called and told me that he missed my mom and that I sounded just like her. He also informed me that he wanted to try and open up the conversation with my birth father...his friend, about the baby that was given up for adoption over 50 years ago. I feel bad for him and my Aunt that they figured out who he was because of the pictures that I received from my birth fathers cousin that I posted for my paternal side of the family. I never would’ve expected this to happen. I could’ve left it alone since I now know my ancestry. I told my Uncle if my birth father actually says that I am his, that all I need him to do is to let him know that I’m good and had the best mother possible. I’ve read so many stories and posts about birth parents being just as traumatized as the adoptee that I worry about my birth parents being ok. I realize that there will be no communication with my immediate birth mother’s side of the family and I’m ok with that. With the stories that they are telling me without respect to the two sides to every story rule I don’t need that judgement in my life. I have already been judged all of my life because I was adopted. There is and has always been a stigma for being an adoptee. Even if you don’t tell anyone that you’re adopted they know. You look different. And you have different quirks. It’s obvious that you are adopted. All I really want is to see pictures and hear voices. I want to feel like I actually came from something not just “you’re lucky you’re a gift. Be grateful”. The extra bonus would be that my birth parents find comfort from the stigma of the dirty little secret that once was. I am no longer that and I would hope that they can release it too.