I was going through my blog posts tonight and a memory came back.
Sorry that it jumps around.
First, after my son was given up for adoption at birth without consent, as soon as I was healthy enough I left my parent’s home. I had no contact with them except for an “intervention’ type of meeting at my girlfriend’s home with them hoping I might have contact with them again.
It did not work.
Many months later I remember being in a car with my Mother (what lead up to this I cannot remember). She was taking me to the lawyer’s home (not office). She told me that the people who adopted my son were frantic because they (my parents) could not find me to sign the adoption papers.
I remember crying in the car and telling her I wanted my son back. I remember crying in the lawyers home and telling them I wanted my son back. I do not remember signing anything. I do not believe I signed anything. I don’t remember leaving.
I don’t remember…
