My daughter was adopted this year after a 2 year involvement with Social Services. I was 9 months sober before she was placed, stable, and looking for work.
I hope my daughter becomes attached and settled, and grows up with a solid sense of herself, joy in life, and to be kind, caring and thoughtful. I loved her with all my heart, and I was sick, and unable to look after her. The way my family behaved towards me was to scapegoat and judge and blame. I tried to break the cycle of very toxic family dynamics on my own, and I didn't know I would never be able to. I hope that in agreeing for my daughter to be taken to a new family, she will never have to feel like I do, she will have better chances and a healthier way of coping and thinking.
I don't now believe my daughter should have been adopted.
There is an enormous amount of pressure to agree.
There is a documented correlation between contesting the adoption and minimal or no post-adoption contact. (Comes across as do what we say or we'll leave you with nothing).
Foster carers have incredible amounts of power.
I do wonder if her new parents can see that there are many shades of grey and things are not black and white. So far they have refused to meet me or to allow their (my birth daughter) DD to have the court mandated letters from me. I wonder how they feel to read the files that show how well I was by the time they even met her. I wonder if they see that I loved her enough to deny myself what I wanted, which was to fight, to enable DD to have a second chance. That I do still have something to give to DD, in her understanding of what happened. I also wonder if they would rather that things were black and white, that they could tell her how evil and bad her birth mummy was, and so that they can take the roles of rescuers.
I don't know. I can't know. I can try to heal, and to yearn and grieve in newer, healthier ways. I sob because of how broken I feel, living without her. I have no right to hope to see her again, I'll just keep sending letters to be refused and kept on file, and I'll pray that God is bigger than all of this and has my DD in the palm of his hand, and will keep her safe. If she ever does want me, I will be here.
I long to put something back into the system, to help other birth parents, who are not necessarily bad but lost in loneliness and fear. Many of them love their children but maybe can't look after them. I think all must struggle with the system, the court process, and how punitive and persecutory it seems, when it really is seeking to minimise risk, and not make the wrong decision. I would love to be the help I would have needed. There are advocates in divorce cases but no-one can enter a care system courtroom with you.
I've outed myself, and will name change after this. If I'm recognised please respect mine and DD's anonymity (yes, I know she's not "my" DD any more, legally).
To the poster who asked the question, I hope this is in some way a helpful answer.