I am on the brink of discovering you. I now now an address for somewhere where you may have lived. I could be barking up the wrong tree or I could be too late. Maybe you have passed by now…
Your date of birth was December 1946 if the information given to me by my birth mother was correct. The address I found online corroborates this information. Now all I need to do is work out what I am going to say.
The problem is, although you knew of my existence, your family may not. I believe I was a secret swept under the carpet. There was certain information my birth mother gave, but then she seized up with the information and I had to do my own digging. Well I managed to dig up the truth about her, so perhaps I will be successful again. I know I need to tread carefully, but I think I have a right to know more about you. I want you to know about me. Surely I have the right to know? You brought me into this world, partly. I think I deserve to at least get the chance to find out more. Apparently you were a decent person. I guess there is only one way to find out…
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Funny how when someone asks you who you are, the first thing that pops into your head is what job you do. Well that’s what’s happened with me here, introducing this blog. Actually, let me say a bit about my personality first, as that’s more important! You can learn about my occupation later. Your occupation shouldn’t define who you are as a person! Should it?
So, I am a 39 year old (beginning to feel anxious about the changes ahead coming!) I would describe myself as an empath and am very in tune with people’s feelings. I sense emotion very easily in people and if they are feeling anxious it sneaks up on my radar immediately. For the past 13 years, I have been in a relationship with someone who has increasingly suffered from anxiety and depression and that has taken its toll on me too. It’s not been easy to deal with the ups and downs that anxiety and depression provide the carers of the people suffering (who are told day by day that we don’t understand and don’t care about them), which simply isn’t true!
Interestingly, or not, perhaps to you (I wouldn’t like to make presumptions) , I am also adopted. I have made a lot of progress over the years, managing to track down information about my past. I would be interested to hear from any other fellow adoptees about whether your scenarios are similar to mine or whether you “suffer” from the same character traits as I do.
Well that’s a start to who I am. Perhaps you will want to find out more?
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