I'm an adoptee from Geneva, NY.
I was born on November 14, 1940
and given away in January, 1941.

My adopted last name was Halstead.

I realize that some birth mothers don't like
the phrase,"given away". But to me that's what
happens when a baby is born into one family and
given into another one. You give that baby away.
Given up....given away no matter what the proper
phrase is you are still left searching and wondering who
you are and if you have a b/family.

You grow up trying to latch onto to any information
that makes you feel like you really had a family. That you
weren't like a stray animal just appearing out of no where.

In some cases adoptee's know from the git go who
their b/family is. How many siblings they have. Important
things like the reason they were given away. Was it because
their b/parents couldn't afford to keep them. Was it because
their b/mother was too young herself to be raising a baby so she
gave the baby away so it would have a better chance in life.

Why wasn't I loved and wanted. If there is a reason for me being given away
shouldn't I have at least been told what it was so I wouldn't go through life thinking it was
my fault. Maybe I cried too much. Maybe I was ugly. So many things go through
my mind.

Yes, I'm an adoptee.

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