October, 1957. This pregnant lady is the birthmother I have never known. The amazing thing is realizing that I am growing in her womb, and that I was born four months after this photo was taken. I was never told as child , “You came from mommy’s tummy.” For so many years, I thought a woman was simply overweight when she was pregnant. I didn’t understand the concept of pregnancy because I thought kids were chosen.
I have always been such an investigative adoptee. That’s why I have lost many “friends” over the years. I discovered who my birthparents were from 20 years of searching. My birth family was told by my birthmother that I was born dead, so there was no reason for anyone to go search for me.
Until I was 36 years old, I had many recurring feelings of being alone. Until then, I had never met a human who was genetically connected to me. I became complete and whole when I knew the circumstances of my birth. I cherish every photo I possess of the woman who gave birth to me. It is an artifact that so many adoptees do not own.
The most intriguing aspect of this photo is the fact that my sister, Debra Kay, is missing. Debra was born December 6, 1955, or almost two years before this photo was taken. Where is she? What happened to her? Why is it a secret that she disappeared?
The child shown is my brother, also named Mike, whom I met when I was 37.