[jackielove]

Me and my two brother were foster children whom never were adopted, but we stayed in the same foster home; me up until my teenage years; my brothers, until my foster mom passed away.

I knew at an early age that I was a foster child because a social worker visited our home frequently to see how we were doing.

I did notice that my foster mother and foster father treated me different when it came to their own children.

I did notice that my foster mother had a preference to her husband over me ( he had begun to be sexually abusive towards me at the age of eight, when I told her and social services they believed his denial).

As a child, teenager and the majority of my adult life I never fantasized or had any desires to know my birth mother.

However, at the age of twenty five, I recieved a phone call from a man who claimed to be my birth mother's uncle in law.

It turned out he was and the next day my b mom called me. When, we spoke, my b mom began to tell me why she had given me up for adoption. She said that she had wanted to abort me but it was illegal etc.

At the time I was not angry at my b mother for her comments, because for so long I had delt with people who said one thing but ment another, which left me very confused and very untrusting. So I was relieved that she was bold enough to tell the truth.

Anyway, I was not adopted and yes, I wish that I had been adopted into a home that was safe, non-prejudiced and sincerely loving.

I have a b sibling who was also placed for adoption. She was adopted.

From what I can tell, she was chosen by a family that treated her as if she were thier own. She has had a wonderful life.

However, in her adulthood, she wanted to know why she was given up for adoption. She has not recieved the answer yet.

Her reply to this is simply.. Oh well, I guess it's not God's will.. And she has gone on with her life.