Family is family.
In Between Worlds
I’m in a weird situation because I was adopted at the age of 11, so I was quite aware of what was going on. I was in a shelter home (fancy speak for orphanage) for six months at about a year (which I don’t remember) and then from 6 years to 11 years.
I had some contact with my bio father after being taken out of his care for the second time, but I have very few memories of my bio mom. They cared about me, but both of them were too hooked on hard drugs and shady dealings to properly care for me. I remember having great fun with my biological dad – he would always ask if I wanted to go to school or go to the waterpark in the mornings – being 5, you can imagine that I was pretty truant at school. He’d take me with him to work (independent tree guy) and let me use shearers to lop off small, low-lying branches. He let me run around in the state park totally unsupervised, which led to me bringing back an injured corn snake, which he then built a house for in our back yard. Really caring guy, but sadly massively addicted to heroin and other painkillers for a severe back injury he sustained in his work before I was born.
Anyways, I had five and some odd years in the foster care system before being adopted. I think that being bounced around has actually helped me somewhat; I’m really good at adapting to new social groups very quickly, and am fairly extraverted. I got to choose my own new name upon adoption, which was pretty cool. I use my birth name as a nickname, though. I’m really reconciled with the whole thing, and share it easily with others, when for example, folks say “Wow, you look like just like your mom!” lol. (sariaru)
I have always known, they never kept it from me. We even celebrate the day my parents took me home every year, we called it “Gotcha Day”. (WHATtheDEEZ)
Gaining a Sister
I was born to a 15 year old, she lived with her parents, but eventually moved out to be with a boyfriend. I stayed with my grandparents and my two aunts. About 6 months after she left, I was calling “Nana and Papa” “Mom and Dad” and still calling her “Mommy”. I wasn’t officially (read: legally) adopted until I was 8, but I had always known that I would end up being their’s.
Edit: Also, I’ve never considered my bio mom my mother past the age of 3-4. She’s like an older sister to me. She tells people I’m her daughter, but that bothers me a ton. She didn’t raise me, my parents did. I hate when people call them my grandparents or guardians because THEY were the ones that were there for me. (kaylatastikk)