I have just had some hoops to jump through to try and get my first passport. I don?t know whether they will accept that I just don?t know where I was born, or whether I will have to try and do some tracing. I was adopted as a baby in 1970 after my (adoptive) brother was in 1968. We had different birth certificates. His had all of his details on it? his original name, place and time of birth, parents names etc etc and mine had nothing other than my birthday and my parents as my adoptive parents and that was that.
I have lived for 36 years with this knowledge. I know a tiny bit about my birth mother but nothing to speak of. I have never been interested in tracing her, and never once shown an inclination to do so.
Last night on the phone, after talking to my mum about my passport debacle, and possibly having to postpone my planned holiday she started to say that she had done a terrible thing and she had to admit it. She said that she had destroyed all the information with my original details on. My birth mothers name, my place of birth, the whole kit and caboodle.
I didn?t even know there was any information with this on. My brother?s has always been in the open, and I have always accepted that I don?t have mine. That was fine ? not an issue. Now I know that there was. I first thought she had destroyed it, say back in my teenage years, when my brother was talking of looking for his natural parents, but she destroyed it just last year. She said it was nothing I had done and she didn?t know why she had done it, but that it was driven by her insecurity.
I feel sort of hollow. I can?t get the name Lisa out of my head (it was my name, the only thing my mum can remember). I feel like I have lost something and I don?t understand why. I never had the information so why am I grieving it?
I don?t know what I am hoping for by writing this here. Perhaps someone can tell me what it is I?m feeling because I really don?t know. I can?t talk to anyone about it in real life as a) something feels so raw and b) everyone would turn the spotlight on my mum, and I know I can?t blame her ? everyone has their insecurities.
I think I feel hurt.
I think I just needed to get it off my chest. Thanks for reading. Thanks for not noticing that I haven't once left the country in 36 years. Unless you count Scotland last December. Off to eat my childs easter eggs now whilst he's napping.