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Hey there. My name is Adam Lynch and I’m a member of a select group of adopted people. I was immediately placed in an orphanage from birth and then picked up by my “now” family when i was 2 months old.
As I grew older my folks would read me books about adoption and i never really understood them and would stare blankly when i was told that i was like the boy in the story. I just kind of accepted it though not understanding it. It wasn’t until I was about 11 or 12 that i started to emote feelings about it. By now i was fully aware of my adoption and began to question it. Why would a mother get rid of their child? Was my “birth” mum forced into the situation by this catholic god fearing country or by some other narrow mindedness? Was she a junkie and wanted me to have a different life than her? Or was she just a selfish bitch who could go around fucking who she liked but didn’t want the hassle of raising a human being. And as for the sperm side of things. Was it someone of reputation that couldn’t have it know that he had a child out of marriage or was it some waster that my mum was trying to protect me from? All these questions were buzzing around my head. Not stuff like why is there hair on my balls or will the girls like me if I do whatever? I wanted to know who carried me for 9 months and then got rid of me and why?
I worked for a woman who gave her son up for adoption but the son had found her and he would work the Christmas season in the shop. He was born the very same day as me. He had the same fate and yet they found each other and were happy about it. I had mixed feeling about this, anger and happiness caused by the same event. Happy that they found each other and angry that they found each other and I hadn’t found my birth mum.I only know 3 other people who were adopted (maybe that’s a lot)1 is married and raising kids of her own 1 is in rehab and the other is a very successful entertainer. The last of the 3 I have worked with and we have talked about the subject of finding parents. He was totally against the idea but I explained that there were too many nights of crying myself to sleep too many relationships damaged by my depression and lack of communication….I needed answers.
Now I’m doing everything I can to find my birth mum or some sort of relative that might know something. Honestly I don’t even know why I’m writing this.I guess I see it as another outlet maybe something could come out of it….i don’t know. As for now the search continues….