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I never liked my birthday and have never celebrated or looked forward to clocking up another year. I used to believe it was more to do with getting older but now it all makes sense that it is far more to do with having been adopted. At a deeper lever the birthday is a reminder of this loss.
As a child I did wonder if my 'other Mummy' remembered me on this day. Now I know she wants to blank the whole thing from her memory and life.
This leads me to believe that not to be validated is the most destructive thing.