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This story offers insights for adoptees who have struggled, as I did, to untangle the shame, confusion, and anger that can accompany adoption. It also opens a window for those who do not know what it is like to be adopted. It is a story about the power of truth. We are not born feeling shamed or rejected; we acquire those corrosive feelings through the actions of others. The source of my shame was not adoption itself but the choices others made, telling lies and keeping secrets from me. People are surprised when I say how ashamed I was to be adopted, in spite of the unwavering love of my parents. Yes, I was loved, but that didnt erase my need to know the truth. As each thread of truth was uncovered, the story of my life became more coherent. Shame, confusion, and anger resolved to understanding and acceptance.

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Hidden Daughter Secret Sister
Hidden Daughter Secret Sister

A Story of Adoption

Kim Mooney

Austin Macauley Publishers

2020-10-30

About the Author

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Kim Mooney is a teacher and writer. She holds an undergraduate degree in mathematics and a masters degree in leadership. Her career has been an eclectic one, moving between teaching and hospital administration and back to teaching. She retired in 2018 after fifteen years of teaching at Royal Roads University in Victoria, BC. With Kims first published story in 1970 came a prizea typewriter. A few short stories and a series of poems were written on that machine and then set aside in a drawer. This is Kims first published book. She and her husband, Chad, divide their time between Vancouver and the Southern Gulf Islands.


Dedication


To Pat, for your courage.


To Mom and Dad, for your fierce love.


To Chad, for being my champion.


"Stories that instruct, renew, and heal provide a vital nourishment
to the psyche that cannot be obtained in any other way.

Stories reveal over and over again the precious and peculiar knack that humans have for triumph over travail.

They provide all the vital instructions we need to live a useful, necessary, and unbounded life a life of meaning, a life worth remembering."


Clarrisa Pinkola Estes


2016 Prologue


Writing a story about an important event in your life seems like it should be an easy task. All you need to do is dig into the depths of your memory bank and pull out the pieces that make the story interesting and richsomething that everyone will want to read. Except, it isnt that easy. The memories merge or bounce off one another, confusing what really happened, what might have happened, and what you want to have happened. And there is never just one story. There are multiple versions, layers, and points of view. To tell a story with just the facts leaves most of the story untold. Telling the whole story requires looking under rocks, into crevasses, and searching for why the story seemed so important to tell in the first place. Facts are okay but if thats all there is, the magic is missed because the whole messy storywell its so much more. To write this story, with all the messiness, complexity, pain, and acceptance that comes with it, has been my challenge.

So, how does one do that? By opening the windows and blowing out the cobwebs. By exploring the impact that secrets can have on the people who keep them. There is joy and sadness in the story. There are feelings of shame, rejection and abandonment, but also understanding, acceptance and forgiveness.

Writing this story has meant taking a risk, something I have never been good at doing. This is my story of being adopted and how my life unfolded because I was adopted.


1982 The Spark


There I was on a Tuesday morning, sitting with a group of young mothers at a Mums and Tots group at the local United Church in Richmond, British Columbia. I wasnt normally much of a joiner, but I was desperate for a few minutes of adult conversation. It was a chance to wash away the stickiness of breakfast and talk to someone, anyone, over the age of three or four.

One of the women in the group commented to the mother on my right that her little girl must look like her dad because she certainly didnt look like her mum. A moment passed before the little girls mother quietly replied that her daughter was adopted. The statement was received and everyone moved onexcept me and the woman on my left. For whatever reason, I turned to the adoptive mother and said, Im adopted. This was not a fact I generally shared.

The woman on my left then leaned in and said softly, I gave my daughter away. Now what were the odds of that! For a moment, there was silence among the three of us. A fragile silence enveloped us. We had each retreated into our own memories. From that point on, it was as if there were no one else in the room as we began to tell one another our stories.

The adoptive mother was Anne. She spoke about her deep fear that her daughters birth mother would come knocking on the door, explaining that she had made a mistake and wanted her daughter back. She also spoke about the shame of not being able to bear her own child. She came from a large family and all her siblings were having babies. It should have been as easy for her as it had been for her sisters. But it seemed that she was unable to have her own child. Her only chance to have a family was to adopt. She said that her blonde, blue-eyed daughter was a gift from God.

Leah, the one who had given up her child confessed to living with the guilt, shame, and anguish of having done that. She had grown up in a small, poor, Catholic community in Quebec where everyone knew everyone elses business and unexpected, unwanted pregnancies were not uncommon, since using any form of birth control was forbidden by the Church. Pregnant at sixteen years old, Leah became the latest statistic, and she hated that it had happened to her. Predictable and shameful, according to the old gossips in town

Having an abortion would have been at least as big a sin as her pregnancy, so she did what other girls in the community had done before her. She had the babya girland gave her away. After that, she tried to move on, but she knew that her child was living in a neighbouring community with her new family, and, as she told us that morning, she thought about her every day.

Finally, it was my turn. I talked about my childhood fear of being sent back to the orphanage and about how ashamed I was of having been rejected by my birth mother. When I was finished, I touched each of the other two women gently on the arm and said quietly, I have to leave now, even though it was only about halfway through the play session. Leaving difficult or disturbing situations was my default mode of behavior but, somehow, I knew they would understand.

I swung my three-year-old son up into my arms and headed for my car, squeezing him so tightly that he began to cry. I drove the few blocks home carefully because I was shaking so badly. Tears streamed down my face. My son was jabbering away in his car seat, happy with his own company, while I was engulfed by the childhood memories and feelings of rejection and abandonment that had flooded back in the wake of that mornings conversation.


Chapter One

The Beginning


Life as I have always known it began on December 21, 1952. That was the day my parents came to take me from the orphanage to their home in Vancouver, and, coincidentally, was also their wedding anniversary. I was three months old at the time. They said I was lovely, (even though I was really scrawny, bald, and quite sickly!) that I was their miraculous Christmas gift, and that they fell instantly in love with me. But in the picture I have that was taken that day, I see big brown eyes staring straight ahead. I appear lost. Whenever I look at that photo, I wonder what I might have been feeling. When I asked my parents about how I responded to my new surroundings, they just shrugged and said I seemed content. They were happy so everyone else must have been happy too. The story of my being their Christmas gift became a legend that was repeated over and over in our family.

At the time of my adoption, they already had two children, both boys. Verdun was the child of my mothers previous marriage, and Dan was adopted by my parents four years after Verdun was born and four years before I joined the family. Over the years, I wondered if my brothers were as excited about my Christmas arrival as my parents seemed to be.

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