Brillohair I am in the same situation where my sister spends a lot of time with our parents but I am not invited. I have actually removed her from facebook because seeing lots of 'family photos' was destroying me.
margo Not really. Not in the way I see other families. It's very polite and I see them a few times a year (they live 3 miles away!!) but I don't have the kind of relationship where I just ring for a random chat like my teenage DD does with me.
Overcooked I'll answer your last question first. I wish they had let me talk about my first family, I wish they had taken me to the counselling sessions that social services had organised. I wish that they had tried to give me some physical affection. I never sat cuddled into a parent on the sofa as a child. I feel I missed out on a a lot.
As for the rest, it's all intertwined. Huge back story with my birth mum going a bit off the rails and pregnant at 16 to a black man in the 1960's. He was put up for adoption. She then met and married a Spanish man and got pregnant with my older sister. While she was pregnant with her, she met my dad and had an affair. Her husband found out, threw her out and she got together with my dad. He refused to bring up another man's child and so she was put up for adoption too. They then had me and subsequently my younger sister 5 years later. She would leave us either with grandparents or at home and go out drinking with other men during the day while my dad was at work. She was sleeping with other men and things at home were difficult. Eventually she wanted to leave him and he killed her. Then he took his own life. Her body was in the house with me and my sister and he went off in the car. I got up in the morning and found a note from my dad telling me to go to my aunts house and that's what I did. The police. had to break into the house to get my sister out.
The findings afterwards were that my dad had PTSD and depression. He had taken a huge overdose and then gassed himself in the car. My mum was strangled. There is no grave, they were cremated and we have nowhere to go to 'see them'.
I think we were let down by everyone. I am sure that they thought it was 'for the best' but expecting a 6 year old to just forget her family, her sister and move on without even mentioning anything was a dreadful way to handle things.
Don't get me wrong. I was warm, fed, clean and treated ok. I just feel that they weren't looking to adopt and I felt very much the outsider the whole time I was growing up and still do.