It’s a beautiful story, especially when they meet their biological family. My sister searched for her dad for years with no success. It had a detrimental effect on her mental health resulting in self harming. My biological parents didn’t know my sister wanted to find her biological family. Sadly she died without meeting them. I take comfort that they would be reunited in heaven.
After my grandfather (WW1 soldier settler in Australia) had been killed clearing land, the mother took the children back to England with her. Her eldest son (from previous marriage) was off working, and she kept the girl with her, but she released the other three young boys to Barnodo’s boys home. This was because she didn’t want them living with their father’s aunts. They survived the boys home, only to a few years later sign on to the merchant navy together. They held no grudges towards their mother for sending them away.
You are all loved my dears, you are all wonderful strong human beings. There are a lot of children that have parents, physically but not emotionally. Love to you all.❤❤❤❤❤
Started out me looking for my half brothers father, Well found out he had died. But also found out he was very much a player, 1 child from my mom, 2 kids from another mom, 4 kids from another mom and 2 more kids from 2 differnt moms. SO my brother found 9 half siblings. 3 of his half siblings have come to meet him. 2 of them havent replies to us,
I am tired of this, the people who raise you and love you are your parents. Giving birth and or providing sperm doesn't make you the parent of that child. My grandma was adopted and yeah all my great grandmothers(the woman who adopted her) attitudes and values are still passed down to us her greatgrandchildren. I truly loved my great grandmother and spent allot of time with her as a young child. She was an amazing loving woman. I do not look at my grandmothers biological parents as my family members.
You have no doubt whatsoever about where you came from or who looks/behaves like you. You know your real ethnicity and health history. You know perfectly well where you fit in this world and what the circumstances were surrounding your birth. We don't. All my life, I've been acutely aware that, as a red-haired, freckled fair-skinned child I simply did not look like my more olive-skinned family. No one *ever* said to me: 'Oh, you get that from your mother' or 'You sound exactly like your Dad when you say that'. I've spent most of my adult years researching my Irish adoptive family history and loving all things Irish. You cannot IMAGINE how it felt to find out that my birth mother was born in Ireland and my father in Argyll, Scotland (hence my passionate love of bagpipe music). Suddenly, I had a background and a history and a reason for who I am! At the time I found my birth parents, my real Dad (ie. the one who raised me) was dying of cancer. I had suddenly been confronted with the question 'Whose girl am I? The one with my genes or the one who rocked me to sleep?' Considering my strong resemblance to my birth father, that question was *so* very hard to answer for a number of years. I had scoffed at the notion of 'identity crisis' until I had one of my very own! As you say, my bio parents didn't really care much about me or my full brother, whom they relinquished with equanimity. But it wasn't about that... Having a strong sense of identity matters not a jot until you lose the one you had and have to replace it with something else not based on a fairytale. My parents had been told categorically NOT to let me know I had been adopted. Unfortunately, a nasty girl at school had overheard her parents discussing me and smugly broke the news one sunny afternoon as we were running for the bus. It took *years* to finally get an admission from my parents and then more years to be able to apply for my original birth certificate. At the end of it all, I didn't get on particularly well with my birth parents but at last I knew my own story. I've built a new identity that includes my enormous biological family but doesn't depend on it. As my husband wisely pointed out, my most important role these days is as Mum of my own family and wife to him. I'm content. But I still *had* to search and find my story in order to get where I am.
Some people give their children up because they do care. My cousin's kid was adopted. They had to put together a huge family portfolio for the biological mother to select a family to adopt her baby. They answered tons of questions and got chosen by her. They were thrilled. The biological mother was not in a position to raise another child. He's an adult now and has met her and his bio siblings. She did it out of love and was very selective on who would raise her baby.
I always like to hear that someone had a great childhood.
Thank you to all the guests for sharing their stories. I admire your courage.
You are all amazing people. I wish you health, happuness and love 🙏
Insight is a powerful show, even when I feel cringey discomfort I am compelled to watch it
It’s a beautiful story, especially when they meet their biological family. My sister searched for her dad for years with no success. It had a detrimental effect on her mental health resulting in self harming. My biological parents didn’t know my sister wanted to find her biological family. Sadly she died without meeting them. I take comfort that they would be reunited in heaven.
I must admit that first story is a tear jerker 😢😊
After my grandfather (WW1 soldier settler in Australia) had been killed clearing land, the mother took the children back to England with her. Her eldest son (from previous marriage) was off working, and she kept the girl with her, but she released the other three young boys to Barnodo’s boys home. This was because she didn’t want them living with their father’s aunts. They survived the boys home, only to a few years later sign on to the merchant navy together. They held no grudges towards their mother for sending them away.
You are all loved my dears, you are all wonderful strong human beings. There are a lot of children that have parents, physically but not emotionally. Love to you all.❤❤❤❤❤
Started out me looking for my half brothers father, Well found out he had died. But also found out he was very much a player, 1 child from my mom, 2 kids from another mom, 4 kids from another mom and 2 more kids from 2 differnt moms. SO my brother found 9 half siblings. 3 of his half siblings have come to meet him. 2 of them havent replies to us,
My name happens to be Alison Ruth, but I’m not adopted, and I live in the USA. I’ll be darned-I didn’t know that there were two of us!
I wish peace to all in this audience .❤❤❤
I am tired of this, the people who raise you and love you are your parents. Giving birth and or providing sperm doesn't make you the parent of that child. My grandma was adopted and yeah all my great grandmothers(the woman who adopted her) attitudes and values are still passed down to us her greatgrandchildren. I truly loved my great grandmother and spent allot of time with her as a young child. She was an amazing loving woman. I do not look at my grandmothers biological parents as my family members.
I don't understand why people look for their family. They didn't care about them at the time..
You have no doubt whatsoever about where you came from or who looks/behaves like you. You know your real ethnicity and health history. You know perfectly well where you fit in this world and what the circumstances were surrounding your birth.
We don't.
All my life, I've been acutely aware that, as a red-haired, freckled fair-skinned child I simply did not look like my more olive-skinned family. No one *ever* said to me: 'Oh, you get that from your mother' or 'You sound exactly like your Dad when you say that'. I've spent most of my adult years researching my Irish adoptive family history and loving all things Irish. You cannot IMAGINE how it felt to find out that my birth mother was born in Ireland and my father in Argyll, Scotland (hence my passionate love of bagpipe music). Suddenly, I had a background and a history and a reason for who I am!
At the time I found my birth parents, my real Dad (ie. the one who raised me) was dying of cancer. I had suddenly been confronted with the question 'Whose girl am I? The one with my genes or the one who rocked me to sleep?' Considering my strong resemblance to my birth father, that question was *so* very hard to answer for a number of years. I had scoffed at the notion of 'identity crisis' until I had one of my very own! As you say, my bio parents didn't really care much about me or my full brother, whom they relinquished with equanimity. But it wasn't about that...
Having a strong sense of identity matters not a jot until you lose the one you had and have to replace it with something else not based on a fairytale. My parents had been told categorically NOT to let me know I had been adopted. Unfortunately, a nasty girl at school had overheard her parents discussing me and smugly broke the news one sunny afternoon as we were running for the bus. It took *years* to finally get an admission from my parents and then more years to be able to apply for my original birth certificate.
At the end of it all, I didn't get on particularly well with my birth parents but at last I knew my own story. I've built a new identity that includes my enormous biological family but doesn't depend on it. As my husband wisely pointed out, my most important role these days is as Mum of my own family and wife to him. I'm content. But I still *had* to search and find my story in order to get where I am.
You don't know that.They may not have had a choice and live with a broken heart.
I think most of them would care; some would have had no choice.
You don’t know that, you don’t know what others go through in life, sometimes babies are given up to give them a better life
Some people give their children up because they do care. My cousin's kid was adopted. They had to put together a huge family portfolio for the biological mother to select a family to adopt her baby. They answered tons of questions and got chosen by her. They were thrilled. The biological mother was not in a position to raise another child. He's an adult now and has met her and his bio siblings. She did it out of love and was very selective on who would raise her baby.