Thank you so much. You have hit several nails right on the head and made me feel that I'm not bring so selfish or unkind to be feeling, frankly, a combination of upset, jealous, as if once again I'm not in control of what happens to me, and as if my parents have exactly not considered how I might feel, or given me permission to feel how I need to.
I am not a cruel person and I can totally understand that this is everything my parents wanted to happen. I also know that it's important for adopted children to be able to know about their roots.
Thing is, aside from, yes, this weird envy (I know that this is a simplistic, raw feeling and that he will have had much stuff to deal with too) for my brother for not having to come to terms with a childhood with an emotionally difficult father and a mother who has constantly thrown drama at me, pretended (not her fault-she's bipolar and it was the seventies/eighties) that either my father was ill or that she was mother of the year, making it even more difficult to unravel the complexities. I fear (I'm raw-I might get past this) that he will come in, polite and unaware of the mess things have been and wonder why I am so cold and out of touch with this dear old lady who knits and brings sweets (I have struggled with my children discovering her on their own terms, but have managed to tell some of the story, told no untruths, but not clouded my kids view). I fear (again irrationally) that my imperfections will be in sharp contrast to this new/long lost son. I know I could gain a relationship with someone, but I am not sure he will be a brother. I fear that my children will be confused by the whole thing and wonder why this hasn't come up before. My 11 year old knows some of the story, but I have not introduced the idea that I have a brother somewhere and now feel I should have.
A aargh.
In short, none of you have much wrong about this. I have had counselling in the past and addressed quite a lot of stuff, but OVienna, you are spot on when you talk about being left to get on with it. Mum wanted us to have family counselling once, but it was couched in terms of us becoming closer as a family and I had just about got my strategies for coping without them in an emotional sense and it really felt it was, once again, about them. I once threw my phone when dad said that mum wanted a normal mother daughter relationship. Over the years, we have got to the point where I see them every so often, we even go away and have a nice time, but to ask me to have the relationship I have with my mother in law is unrealistic. I can't manufacture wanting to share triumph and disaster with someone who plays loose with confidences. I have good, strong relationships with people I trust and I have, with counselling, understood that there are key people who have filled in the role a mum would play. I know that I am vastly different to mum, but still deeply fear that my mental health struggles will affect my own kids.
God, this runs so deep. I still recall feeling guilty for refusing to hand over a story I wrote, presumably to a social worker, when we had a meeting, I'm guessing to assess whether my brother should be returned or not. Of course, that wouldn't decide things but I wondered at six whether it would have.
Yep-this could and may very well be amazing. But at the moment, I feel very odd about it. I so appreciate your forgiving and kind comments.