Re-Connecting with My Biological Parents (A Unique Adoption)

Looking at me in person and reading my stories online, you probably would never know that at one point in my life I was considered "special needs."  My life's story involves a unique adoption that shaped me into the person I am today.  Let's start with the day the adoption became final.

I was seven years old, standing in a large room with wooden paneling and I was wearing a scratchy dress. In front me was a big brown desk with a man sitting behind it. This man wore black and was shuffling papers while speaking to my foster parents. I recall the changing of middle names. My younger sister's middle name was changed and so were the middle names of both my younger brothers. When the judge asked about my middle name, my foster parents said that it was going to stay the same.

Why did the others get new middle names and I didn't?

That moment created a great sense of separation and ostracism for me that would linger for many years. It wasn't until about a decade later that I learned to appreciate and embrace the fact that my middle name remained unchanged. Yvonne is the same middle name my biological mother gave me, which was also her middle name. If I couldn't be in the company of my biological mom, at least I could be close to her through my name.

The four of us natural biological siblings were adopted together. For this, I have been truly blessed. I did not grow up wondering where my siblings were, who they were, if they ever thought of me, or if they were even aware I existed like so many other foster kids experience. I had the privilege of growing up with the three of them. Age wise, the next oldest after me was one of my brothers, followed by my sister, and then our youngest brother. Both myself and the brother that proceeded me in chronology were considered "special needs" by the State. We were both in a foster care sibling group and we were both at or over the age of five at the time of the adoption. I recall both the middle siblings having to undergo speech and physical therapy, so this may have increased the degree of neediness for us a foster sibling group.

Read the full story here, on my blog.


Crissa Petrovic

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