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Thursday, June 28, 2012

The Phone Call: An Adoption Reunion Story

"Are you ready for this?" Those were the first words my biological father spoke when I heard his voice on the phone for the first time ever a few days ago. I am 45; he is 65. "No," I answered honestly, even though I was the one who had reached out first and requested contact. Is there anything one can do to prepare for speaking to a parent for the first time as an adult?

The call was awkward and wonderful. He called at a bad time, just as I was leaving work to pick up my daughter from camp. We were on cell phones and the reception was imperfect; we had difficulty hearing each other and often had to repeat ourselves, but we stumbled through the call. I broke my rule about talking on the phone while driving (I'd been waiting my whole life to hear this man's voice; I wasn't about to ask him to call back later), put him on speaker, and hurtled down the highway. It is a route I will be driving every day for the next three weeks till camp ends, and now each spot on the drive is marked by some memory of our conversation. Here is where we discovered that we had the same college major; here is where we talked about being bad at the same sports; and, most poignantly, here is where he confessed to having some feelings of guilt, shame, and regret about how he handled things all those years ago.

The big lie of adoption is that everyone gets to move forward without negative repercussions: original parents go on with their lives as if nothing had happened; adopees are placed in new families and raised "as if born to," with no emotional fallout. My biological father is 65 years old and still feeling bad about something that happened almost a half century ago. And he's not alone.

Guilt, shame, and regret are pretty standard birth dad emotions. What perhaps puts my biological father into a more select category is that he was able to those feelings put into words, acknowledging them to himself and me, rather than simply communicating them through actions, such as avoidance of contact.

I'm encouraged that he was able to do this. I liked hearing those words, in part because -- let's face it -- it's preferable to hear that someone feels regret about not having you in their life than that they are happy about it, but also because I recognize that if he can speak about those emotions then maybe, just maybe, he will also be able to lay them down.

I need him to lay them down, not only because 45 years is enough time for self-flagellation, but because he can't embrace me in the present if he is holding onto stuff from the past. I need his arms free.

I'm at that early stage in reunion where everything is uncertain. Some promises have been made, and time will tell if they are kept. I've asked to meet in person, and he seems to be taking steps to make that happen. I have no map for anything beyond that first meeting. Maybe I will get that far and no further.

But whatever happens, I have already received gifts from this reunion. I have heard my father's voice, and I liked what it had to say.

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  1. I bawled when you said you heard his voice for the first time. It tells me I need to start searching harder as time is running out. I hope however it turns out, you place that piece of personal history in a prominent place and if it goes no further, you cherish it. I know I would take ANY contact at this point. Lucky girl:)))

  2. My call to my dad the very first time remains one of the greatest moments of my adoptee life and journey- congrats Rebecca, congrats!

  3. I wrote to them since I could not deal with this issue at that time. When I did talk to them it was a disaster, I think it was a preview of what I was to face knowing these people. I wonder what people think about the need for a reunification specialist in these cases. I needed someone to help me come to terms with this strange new family.

  4. My 30 something daughter has met her birthfather twice and each time was accompanied by promises of relationship never followed up on.


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