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Someone told me that giving up my baby for adoption would be “like recovering from a nasty case of measles”. I was expected to just get on with it afterwards as if nothing had happened.Someone told me that giving up my baby for adoption would be “like recovering from a nasty case of measles”. I was expected to just get on with it afterwards as if nothing had happened.
I was 21 and had got pregnant after my first sexual experience at university. My mother organised for me to go to a guesthouse in Devon for the birth, and immediately after my son was born he was taken away.I was 21 and had got pregnant after my first sexual experience at university. My mother organised for me to go to a guesthouse in Devon for the birth, and immediately after my son was born he was taken away.
I was given a rock crystal necklace by the adoptive parents, and I remember thinking that it was no replacement for a baby, but they were being kind – it wasn’t their fault.I was given a rock crystal necklace by the adoptive parents, and I remember thinking that it was no replacement for a baby, but they were being kind – it wasn’t their fault.
I had no choice but to pull myself together and never mention my baby again. I blocked it out and thought it was a well-kept secret but it turned out that most of my friends and fellow students knew.I had no choice but to pull myself together and never mention my baby again. I blocked it out and thought it was a well-kept secret but it turned out that most of my friends and fellow students knew.
One in particular reminded me recently that I had written her a letter saying I was having a baby and I should be happy and surrounded by flowers, but instead I had to give my baby away. I warned her: “Don’t let it happen to you.”One in particular reminded me recently that I had written her a letter saying I was having a baby and I should be happy and surrounded by flowers, but instead I had to give my baby away. I warned her: “Don’t let it happen to you.”
It wasn’t until 47 years later, when my son came to find me, that I realised what a weight of shame and guilt I had been carrying around.It wasn’t until 47 years later, when my son came to find me, that I realised what a weight of shame and guilt I had been carrying around.
It was a relief, a joy, to be able to tell my friends about my experience and know that in this day and age they would not judge me.It was a relief, a joy, to be able to tell my friends about my experience and know that in this day and age they would not judge me.
At the time, there was no real separation between social norms and what the church thought was right. My mother was working class, strong and domineering, and when I told her I was pregnant she did what they did then to terminate a pregnancy – she put me in a hot bath and gave me lots of gin.At the time, there was no real separation between social norms and what the church thought was right. My mother was working class, strong and domineering, and when I told her I was pregnant she did what they did then to terminate a pregnancy – she put me in a hot bath and gave me lots of gin.
It didn’t work. I remember saying “I want to keep my child”, but at that time it was unthinkable. I knew I had to do what I was told because being an unmarried mother was something you kept quiet.It didn’t work. I remember saying “I want to keep my child”, but at that time it was unthinkable. I knew I had to do what I was told because being an unmarried mother was something you kept quiet.
Lots of women who this happened to were naive and very frightened. There was no counselling or support or help, so you just got on with it. The approach was: “Let’s do this as efficiently as possible and then pretend it never happened.” There was no question of any psychological impact.Lots of women who this happened to were naive and very frightened. There was no counselling or support or help, so you just got on with it. The approach was: “Let’s do this as efficiently as possible and then pretend it never happened.” There was no question of any psychological impact.
But of course, you cannot experience something like that without it affecting you. It coloured many parts of my life. When my daughter was born I was terrified. I remember looking at her and thinking: “How am I going to keep you alive?” At some deep level I must have feared another child being taken away from me.But of course, you cannot experience something like that without it affecting you. It coloured many parts of my life. When my daughter was born I was terrified. I remember looking at her and thinking: “How am I going to keep you alive?” At some deep level I must have feared another child being taken away from me.
When I first spoke to my son again I felt an incredible bubble of happiness surrounding me. I am so glad he looked for me because I felt too ashamed to look for him, as if I didn’t deserve to be in his life because I had let him go.When I first spoke to my son again I felt an incredible bubble of happiness surrounding me. I am so glad he looked for me because I felt too ashamed to look for him, as if I didn’t deserve to be in his life because I had let him go.
We met in a pub and he hugged me and sat next to me, joking: “I haven’t seen you for ages.” We talked for hours.We met in a pub and he hugged me and sat next to me, joking: “I haven’t seen you for ages.” We talked for hours.
The following months were a mixture of joy and pain because I resented his adoptive mother who had seen him grow up. It was terribly unfair to her, but I didn’t know how I fitted in. This has got better over time and now I can appreciate how difficult my appearance on the scene must have been for her.The following months were a mixture of joy and pain because I resented his adoptive mother who had seen him grow up. It was terribly unfair to her, but I didn’t know how I fitted in. This has got better over time and now I can appreciate how difficult my appearance on the scene must have been for her.
The church’s apology is quite frankly too little, too late. I am not the only casualty of what happened. My son is too and although he was raised in a loving and comfortable family, he suffered – from lack of identity, from a feeling of abandonment.The church’s apology is quite frankly too little, too late. I am not the only casualty of what happened. My son is too and although he was raised in a loving and comfortable family, he suffered – from lack of identity, from a feeling of abandonment.
What does an apology mean? It doesn’t take away the pain. For women to be told “I’m sorry” after a lifetime of loss doesn’t help much.What does an apology mean? It doesn’t take away the pain. For women to be told “I’m sorry” after a lifetime of loss doesn’t help much.