
Finally figured out how to ‘sign in’, use the RIGHT email account, Lord help me, learning to do a blog is terribly difficult for this ole’ Marine. I will try to sort this out and make this entry. Please bare with me as this is really work in progress, hey, that could be the name of a book “Work in Progress”. Okay, got to do this thing while I am still awake. Here is some more of my story:
“My sister and I grew up believing that our Korean birth mothers, or first mothers, had made a great sacrifice in order for us to have a good future. Our adoptive parents explained these things as we grew up. I understand the feelings of ‘loss’ that ‘full blooded’ Korean Adoptees also have experienced in losing their heritage by being sent away from our Motherland. We all suffered whether we were adopted as a baby or older child.
Joe Soll, an adoptee, and psychologist, based in New York, NY, is an author of several books. He draws from “The Primal Wound”, by Nancy Verrier, that this first trauma of abandonment is followed by several more that all adoptees endure. His book “Adoption Healing, a Path to Recovery” is an excellent book for all members of the Adoption Triad, especially for us adoptees. To a young child or even a fetus in the womb, a ‘fear of abandonment’ plagues our Inner Child, deep in the sub-conscious mind, a lifelong wounding that is difficult to heal.
Throughout my life I have tried to deal with “Who AM I?” In my mind as a five year old, deep in my spirit, my ‘Inner Child’ was pierced and wounded. My self-identity was always linked to “My Adoption Story” that I would recite without emotion to all those curious folks who looked at my white parents then asked, “This is your son? Oh, Adopted…and exactly what ARE you?” (And I just wanted to hit them! Come on, haven't you felt that as well.) As a Half-Breed though I always get the opposite from 'full-blooded' Koreans, even Adoptees have many times asked me at GOA'L meetings, "Why are you here?" As some famous charactor said so well, "Doh!"
A Child of War
I was born on January 25, 1952, some 18 months after the start of the war. My sister was born on June 9, 1955, three years five months later. My Korean name was Jun Yong Soo and my sister was Jun Chul Ahn. A woman with two mixed-race children, and possibly two different ‘fathers’, would have been unable to take care of us. I never felt angry towards my birth mother, and my Adoptive parents, both Christian, raised me to understand my birth mother’s predicament. I was told that we are Adopted into God’s family. Only in my mid 30’s did I begin to accept these Christian views personally, but one does not have to be religious to understand all the “why’s” of their life’s existence. We need to have an open mind, to hear all voices in this complex issue. I hope my story will help all members of the Adoption Triad, (Adoptee/Birth Family members/Adoptive Family members) sort out their own story, find understanding and peace.
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