Why can't I see my original birth certificate?
Earlier in the month, I shared my story with the world. Well probably not the world, but an unknown world of readers, when my memoir, She Named You Donna, was released. Sharing a story is never easy, sharing a portion of a life. Sharing a story that is fixed within the adoption triad most often involves a web of secrets. Not just secrets of a time long ago. My adoption was during the height of, can’t get pregnant, just adopt a baby. Today, of course, it looks nothing like that. But one thing that hasn’t changed, at least in my state of Connecticut and my neighboring state of New York, is that the original birth certificate of an adoptee is a secret; forever. Not for the adult adoptee’s eyes. How can we, how can I, begin to assert change in how we view adoption, shedding the secrecy, when adult adoptees are asked to continue with the notion that life only began once we were adopted?