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Sounds like I've got the same yicky-sicks that other local folks have at the moment. I don't know about fever, but I've got headaches, general achiness, runny nose, cough, and a voice that sounds like it is on its way out for a vacation.
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mechanchaos, Aidan, and I are going to visit my parents in Snyder tomorrow... er... today by now. I'm hoping to raid their cd collection for some music to rip, and their record player and old Harry Chapin albums to finally get some songs out of my head that have taken up residence in there lately.
Perhaps Wednesday I will finally get up enough breasticles to go visit the Our Lady of Victory Infant Home, through which the only parents I've ever known had originally procured me. Having been adopted, I've had what could at best be described as curiosity regarding my genetic parents. The Our Lady of Victory Infant Home is really the only link I have to my genetic heritage. This is at least partially thanks to various adoption laws that insist that even grown individuals cannot have access to their original birth certificate.
From what I've seen, a good number of birthparents, birthfamilies, and adoptees are positive or at least neutral about the idea of finding one another in later years. Sometimes the greatest fear from any of the above is the fear of being rejected by those they seek.
The initial separation being one that occurs when the child cannot comprehend what is happening, it can trigger some pretty primal emotions to deal with the topic. For me, I have a tendency to get weepy or afraid when I try to confront just the topic. To face the building itself... It is the one set of buildings that I absolutely know that my genetic mother has been in... Suffice it to say I've never quite made it there yet.
I don't know if I'll chicken out again. I don't know what I'll find if I do go. I don't know if the place itself will trigger any pre-conscious memories of anything. I don't even know if I'll get anywhere further than the vestibule. Even thinking about going starts the gut-instinct in me wailing with dread. Damn. I spent only six weeks of my life there, yet the place holds such sway over my emotions.
Who knows. I can't even try if I don't get my ass over to Buffalo in the first place. At least there are other distractions there if I don't succeed this time.
I'd like to joinmechanchaos in saying thank-you to adrianpaendrag for inviting us to his birthday party Saturday. We both had lots of fun. I'm not always at my best in groups. I tend more to masquerade as a Rubenesque painting, hung askew. Saturday I was decidely more animate. ***smiles***
Also Saturday thanks tokolys for sharing music with us. We do indeed need to get folks together for more of the like. ***grins at dawnstar's mention of the idea ***
Anyhow,
mechanchaos, Aidan, and I are going to visit my parents in Snyder tomorrow... er... today by now. I'm hoping to raid their cd collection for some music to rip, and their record player and old Harry Chapin albums to finally get some songs out of my head that have taken up residence in there lately. Perhaps Wednesday I will finally get up enough breasticles to go visit the Our Lady of Victory Infant Home, through which the only parents I've ever known had originally procured me. Having been adopted, I've had what could at best be described as curiosity regarding my genetic parents. The Our Lady of Victory Infant Home is really the only link I have to my genetic heritage. This is at least partially thanks to various adoption laws that insist that even grown individuals cannot have access to their original birth certificate.
From what I've seen, a good number of birthparents, birthfamilies, and adoptees are positive or at least neutral about the idea of finding one another in later years. Sometimes the greatest fear from any of the above is the fear of being rejected by those they seek.
The initial separation being one that occurs when the child cannot comprehend what is happening, it can trigger some pretty primal emotions to deal with the topic. For me, I have a tendency to get weepy or afraid when I try to confront just the topic. To face the building itself... It is the one set of buildings that I absolutely know that my genetic mother has been in... Suffice it to say I've never quite made it there yet.
I don't know if I'll chicken out again. I don't know what I'll find if I do go. I don't know if the place itself will trigger any pre-conscious memories of anything. I don't even know if I'll get anywhere further than the vestibule. Even thinking about going starts the gut-instinct in me wailing with dread. Damn. I spent only six weeks of my life there, yet the place holds such sway over my emotions.
Who knows. I can't even try if I don't get my ass over to Buffalo in the first place. At least there are other distractions there if I don't succeed this time.
I'd like to join
mechanchaos in saying thank-you to adrianpaendrag for inviting us to his birthday party Saturday. We both had lots of fun. I'm not always at my best in groups. I tend more to masquerade as a Rubenesque painting, hung askew. Saturday I was decidely more animate. ***smiles*** Also Saturday thanks to
kolys for sharing music with us. We do indeed need to get folks together for more of the like. ***grins at dawnstar's mention of the idea ***