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I was born December 07, 1971 to a Jewish under aged mother and an African American father. I know that his last name was Evans, but that's all. I was relinquished to the Louise Wise Adoption Agency when I was 3. My social workers' name was Ms. Adler. It's amazing what you remember as a child...people say that small children tend not to remember much, but I suppose it has much to do with being displaced and not knowing where you will end up next. My search for them has hardly been diligent. I have always felt that they should be the ones trying to find me seeing as how they are responsible for me being here. I won't lie and say that I haven't been bitter at times about it - after all, I am 38, but I guess that's more than enough time to forget about a child you really didn't want in the first place. Mostly, I feel that I am better off not knowing but then I'm curious if they had any illnesses betwixt them that could possibly trickle down to my children or I. I am definitely cautious about dating because I would hate to inadvertently date a relative or something creepy like that...LOL!! Life can be cruel that way. As a result of my situation, I tend to be relentlessly stable. I don't move around a lot, you know, like from place to place, because in my mind they would be able to find me.....but it's obvious that they aren't looking...smh. I could go on forever, perhaps I'll give someone else a chance to speak. Any thoughts??
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Man I hear ya. I am in your shoes. You kind of wait to live your life fot the answers of the past that may never come possibly. I feel your pain. Its hard to find people who understand where we are coming from because the majority of those we know and meet just cant comprehend what we are going through. You spend your time wondering if they care or even are alive. Its a horrible pain and It would be nice if they would just open up the records so either way we could finally move on. Good Luck and dont give up, I am 37 and know I will continue to the end.
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