On The Mend
Since my last post, which was pretty much two weeks after my third ACL reconstruction, I stated my main issue was lack of sleep, which it was. Soon after those first two weeks cabin fever once again started to set in. One can only spend so much time locked up in their apartment watching movies and playing video games before they go stir crazy…and for me, I crossed that line a long time ago. So combining my lack of sleep with the cabin fever and you have a person on the verge of a breakdown.
… When I returned home to Vancouver BC, I had also received another letter from the Social Services of Ontario with more detailed information about my biological family and the means to contact them. So I figured before I go and get tested, I had to get in contact with them…
Being adopted has never been something I really ever thought about. I was adopted at birth, so my parents are my parents; they were all I knew for 30+ years of my life. People would always ask if I ever wanted to meet my biological family and I’d answer with the usual, “only if they contact me first”. My reasoning behind that was that I did not want to complicate anyone’s life, I mean they put me up for adoption for a reason. I was always told it was because my biological mother already had two children whose father had passed and would find it too challenging to raise a third without a companion for financial and emotional support. I wasn’t totally sure if that was the feel good story or the truth, but it made sense. The last thing I wanted to do though was contact my biological family only to learn that there was some mischievous behavior that led to my conception and then bringing it to light causing my biological family some turmoil. As it turned out, it was the truth…