Tuesday 25 November 2008
We are the *forgotten* mothers, there are LOADS of us out there in the world. You could pass us in the street and not even notice us. We carry our grief on the inside locked away in a small box with the lid firmly shut, for if we lift that lid then we come face to face with the monster of forced adoption loss, grief and all the emotions that entails. I lost my first born son to forced adoption under severe duress in Ireland in 1981.....this is my blog...
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"You could pass us in the street and not even notice us. We carry our grief on the inside locked away in a small box with the lid firmly shut, for if we lift that lid then we come face to face with..."
Your words are so true ... it is not only strangers who pass us in the streets that are clueless, but people in our day to day lives who think they know us (but not about our lost child) they have no idea of the heaviness we hide and endure.
Yes, "monster". We all have our own individual monster, and each one is hideous, whether it was a forced adoption, a foolish surrender of our rights, or family adoption, or ...
ps: is there a way to contact you, I don't see an e-mail address or any such thing on your blog.
cheerio
thanks for your comment, I am new to this blogging thing, you can email me at
marshwriggle@hotmail.com
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