Did you know most adoptees are adopted out within a 20 mile radius of where they were born? Try 8.6. Eight point six miles.
A deep shame rises in my face as I think of how the adoption anesthesia destroyed my ability to feel so I could attempt to carve out an existence a mere 8.6 miles from my daughter for all those years. My heart wasn’t just broken, it was numb.
I am certain many (if not ALL) adoptive parents would applaud my “maturity” and my “self-control” for not “interfering” with “their” daughter. But it wasn’t maturity or self-control.
I was a dead woman walking, beyond feeling.