I was an adopted child & born at a time when abortion in the UK was illegal yet still widely practised behind the net curtains of suburbia. My natural
Mother was unmarried, estranged from her own parents & seemingly had no means of financial support. My natural Father was aware of the pregnancy &
failed to respond to letters and telephone calls, leaving my natural Mother with the difficult decision of what to do.
I was placed for adoption two months after my birth, placed with a loving couple who were unable to have children of their own. My adoption finally
passed the final legal hurdle some seven months after my birth ... the court process costing a grand total of ten shillings (or £0.50 in "new
money", maybe $0.75) ... my adoptive parents kept the court receipt too, which I still keep in my "memory box". An expensive receipt that was for
them over the years, but one they never grudged. I was fortunate that way.
I've always known I was adopted, it was never kept secret. Even as a child I remember being told that my natural Mum loved me very much & was
heartbroken by giving me up. That despair must surely have been all the more greater by her holding onto me for 2 months before making the final
decision, at least that's what I've always assumed. But that wasn't the case.
I've always had a sense that something is missing in my life and to an extent too that I'm an outsider, with a degree of unwantedness as well. I
remember being turned away as a four year old from a childrens party on the grounds I was adopted, my adoptive Mother was livid with the other
parents. The prejudice against adopted children seems rather unbelievable viewed from the present day, but it's true nevertheless. Children born out
of wedlock were bastards and bastards is what they remained despite being adopted. Dreadful, isn't it, that an innocent child could be viewed in such
a way ? But for me such attitudes echo down through the years.
That sense of unwantedness continues to this day, it's difficult to explain without making it sound melodramatic, but the unwantedness has led me
over the years to engage in relationships and activities with some really dubious characters in an attempt to belong, to belong to a person or group
and to help me feel valued. It resulted in me joining a gang & gaining a juvenile criminal record, something I'm not proud of.
You could of course argue that I have a fierce independence & a single-minded determination. Looks much better on paper, I guess. But that isn't how
it feels at all. Because after the death of my adoptive parents I made attempts through official channels to get in touch with my natural Mother. She
was contacted on my behalf by the local Social Services Dept. We learned she had later married, had two more children & that her family were not aware
of her earlier pregnancy. After much soul searching she chose not to accept any contact from me, on the grounds it would prove too difficult for her
family.
All of which I understand & accept. But I find myself now twice rejected & it cuts deep. It wasn't the outcome I anticipated or hoped for.
To those who think adoption is an easy option, it hasn't been for me. At 42 y/o I've still got issues & will take them to the grave, I expect.
Carrying a child to term & placing it for adoption is not an easy option for the Mother or the child, arguably it's a more difficult course to follow
than a relatively straightforward medical procedure.
But is adoption a good alternative to abortion ? Of course it is. Bringing joy to a childless couple through the adoption process is one of the most
altruistic things an expectant Mother can do, albeit one borne of necessity. But the issues carried through the years by all concerned can be damaging
too.
Everyone needs to take that on board when adoption is being considered.




