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I have met my birthmother, my biological sister, and have spoken on the phone with my biological half-sister and brother by phone. I had a warning in the back of my head that I might not wish to meet them after the initial phone conversations, but I decided to do so afterall.
I am really glad that I have met my sister. She is a really neat person and very nice. However, on the first meeting my mother was very distant. My half-sister has been just awful. She actually started screaming at me at the meeting because "she was called from work" (a job she quit two weeks later). I tried once again to meet her at the request of my biological mother and she made demands on me that I could not meet (I could not stay in town another day after trying twice during that visit to meet her). She was again self centered and downright nasty. Now, the biological mother has (as a result) asked me to delete her phone number and not to ever contact her again.
My biological Father is deceased. My brother grew up with him. My brother and I had nice conversations after a rocky start via telephone. However, he asked me to loan him money when I could ill afford to. I did so for multiple reasons and he wound up never paying me back. Since he received the money, he has avoided my phone calls and emails.
I am glad that I met my sister but the rest of them I can't figure out. They have asked me to bend and bend and I have despite how difficult the meetings have been for me. I can't bend anymore and I am not sure that I quite wish to again.
By the way, they insist on calling me by the name that she wanted to call me, which is not the name I have had for over 40 years. That makes me exceptionally uncomfortable. I will not respond to that name. I was also referred to as my mother's "dirty laundry."
Be prepared for strange circumstances when you meet. I found out that I was born a year after my parents divorced!
You poor thing how awful of them to treat you that way. They have no right to do so. I wouldnt want to see them again.
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efokes, are you still in contact with your B-mom?
why did she tell you not to contact her?
do you live close to them or did you have to travel far to meet them? wow! it sounds like those half siblings are a real piece of work !!!
rainmon
efokes, are you still in contact with your B-mom?
why did she tell you not to contact her?
do you live close to them or did you have to travel far to meet them? wow! it sounds like those half siblings are a real piece of work !!!
I have deleted her phone number as requested. It is a 5 hour drive (each way) to get to my biological mother's house.
The reason she told me not to ever contact her again was partly my fault. Here is the story there. She kept going on about how she wanted all of her children to get along and all be happy together (the perfect family). There is a great deal of dysfunction with the other siblings (ie: the law has been involved) and so they do not get along at present. I tried to be the peacemaker on the request of my biological mother, despite my prior treatment by my half-sister. I tried to meet with her twice on that trip (the second one down to her town) and she "was too busy" or "didn't feel well" even though it would have taken 5 minutes to walk out her front door (I was next door, literally) and say "Hey, nice to see you, sorry but I need to go to bed." We then had a very rocky conversation on the phone wherein I told her what I didn't especially like about the way I had been treated. Here is where I truly did make a mistake: I posted on a blog on myspace (I thought only I could see it because I was new to myspace and was ignorant) about how I felt about it - not ladylike in what I said. My biological mother then told me to delete her phone number. I had no problem doing that after my half-sister made disparaging remarks related to my belief system (that is not theirs) on my myspace page.
By the way, I have now made that page so tight with spam filters and privacy authorizations that it isn't funny.
I had been called "dirty laundry" because my biological mother was incensed that we had met in public (the way recommended by the experts) and my half-sister went crazy on me. My mother said "I did not want my dirty laundry aired before the entire town." She made it feel like *I* was the dirty laundry to which she was referring.
So sorry you've had to endure all that! Your b-fam has surely made an awful lot of demands on you, and outrageous ones, at that. Sounds like a lot of dysfunction going on there, not to mention disrespect.
I certainly don't blame you for feeling the way you do. I'd feel the same under those circumstances.
That is really disgusting for people to take advantage of a situation such as yours. You owe these people nothing and nothing is what I'd give them until they wake up and realize you are a good person. Best of luck to you.bprice215
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I am sorry that you had to endure such aweful treatment. I too had the misfortune of meeting some of the most horrible people that sadly I shared the same DNA. It is really terrible when you are made to feel like it is your fault that you were placed and given up for adoption. I can understand biosibs being somewhat uncomfortable at first, but it is not the adoptees fault. They need to take their anger out on their bmom not you. Please do not allow them to make you feel less than or like a dirty secret. I too was accused of all kinds of things like "trying to claim their mother" as well as the dope addict half sis hitting me up for cash and gifts whenever she could. The minute I found out what the deal was I was able to cut things off no questions asked and have never looked back.
I read on another boiard where some said D N A means Do Not Ask and that is where I am at today. I pray that none of them ever need a kidney or something that I might be able to give them. I ll just refer them back to DNA. I would never discourage anyone from searching or meeting their bios but I WILL warn them and let them know that anything can happen and it isn't going to be all peachy keen, in fact it could be horrendous
EZ
EZ
I am so sorry!
I recently found out that my birth mother is a less than fabulous person and at this point have decided not to meet her. On the positive side I do have two little brothers that are great kids!
It looks like I was extremely lucky to be adopted!!! SOunds like you are too.
I was very careful with my family to make sure that I thanked them for adopting me (before I met my biological family). Now, I thank them every time that I speak with them. I also thanked my biological family for giving me up. I am so glad to have been given such a wonderful family to raise me. It has made me so much more thankful to my adoptive family for all that they have done and are doing for me as their child ;)
Just a reminder to everyone: not everyone experiences the negative situation that I have.
I do absolutely recommend meeting in a public location, but there are those who will be unhappy with that choice. I know that I was berated for it, but I sincerely question what it would have been like if I had just shown up at her house! I imagine that it would have been worse than it was in public.
I'm meeting my birthmother this weekend. I found her two weeks ago and we've e-mailed successfully since them. I am meeting her with my fiance' this weekend and hope all goes well and will be able to meet her parents and siblings eventually.
I have found out that I was very fortunate that I was not adopted by the foster family I had from 0 to 2.5 years old. I spoke with my foster mother a few weeks ago and she told me some wild stories, including that one of the kids she adopted had inappropriate sexual contact with other kids.
I think I lucked out on all accounts here. Wonderful adoptive family and hopefully a friendship with birthmother developing ...
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I so wish you a wonderful reunion with your birth mother! I recommend meeting in a nice restaurant (public places make people cognizant of their behavior and restaurants particularly have food <grin>). Remember, not all go the way that mine did....