Last Call
Last Call – Jackson County, OR (PRWEB) November 28, 2011 – Drug Wars Last Call, the Sobering Truth about Drinking During Pregnancy has been released to the general publi…
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I have my own life, family and memories..you have yours. Spend time with
the kids you’ve managed to keep. Focus on them. Not me. You may be my
birth-mother but all you did was give birth to me and cause me to start off
life with a setup for failure. If it wasn’t for your mother, I would’ve
never escaped you and your family. Get over it. You have to face the fact
that I don’t consider you a mother at all. Mothers care for their child and
provide them with a loving and safe environment. You failed
I pray for those children to get the help needed. I am glad I was lucky and
am able to share my success story. I’m a rare-success and want parents to
know (who have children with FAS) there is hope. Devote time and money to
get the care your child with FAS needs so that he/she can perhaps be a
success story of their own as I have. Don’t give up. That child needs you.
Don’t give up.
So. What do you think?
I ran back to the managers office crying in fear she was going to do
something crazy with me. I ended up calling my parents and they felt very
bad that she appeared out of no-where only 3 days after I had turned 18.
She caused me to feel even more angry at her–it was like she had no
self-control and she literally scared me to death.
Why would I trust you after all the troubles you caused me (while I was in
your care and what I had to go through in life)..you really think I’d jump
right back to you? I haven’t heard from her since and my parents and I both
agree the next time she comes near me, we are getting a re-straining order
so she can’t step anywhere near me without having more trouble with the
law. My msg to her would be: I don’t consider you my mom. You had your
chance to be a good parent and u couldn’t do that.
I was adopted at the age of 15 mos. My didn’t want to change my first
name–she realized it would confuse me. So they added 3 middle names. The
day I was adopted was the day I was given a 2nd chance at life. I now am 22
yrs old, I’ve graduated from high school (class of 2007) and college! Since
being adopted, I’ve only dealt with my birth-mom once in person. She
approached me at my work and asked me if I remembered (then gave the date
of my birth) I was freaked out. I knew who she was & ran away
The professional version of this is available at drug wars dot com.
Believe it or not. I have FASD. I go to a program offered through Double
Arc that has other adults like me that have FASD. Seems crazy to state, but
I have an Associates Degree in Early Childhood Education. My birth mom was
17 when she had me. She never was able to re-call who the guy was she slept
with-aka my father. I am so thankful I wasn’t nearly as affected as all
these kids. I’ve had to have directions repeated many times, I’ve had
socialization issues-I’m just glad I am a success story.
My birth-mom’s mother got tired of watching her daughter leave me for her
to watch. She took the 1st step that’d help me live a better life. She
called the local Children’s Services. I was put into foster care. I don’t
remember being in any other homes. My birth-mom called my mom offensive
names, threatened to burn my house down -even saying she didn’t care if I
was in it. Her sister had even tried to smother me with a blanket. My
birth-mom fought to keep me–but with little efforts…
B4 she had shown up at my workplace, my parents revealed a letter to me my
birth-mom sent to me. She also sent a ring (with my name engraved in it
that was way-oversized wouldn’t even fit my parents fingers! with a photo
of my first photo taken at the hospital. She seemed to convey the message
she thought my parents hid the fact I was adopted from me. She wrote that
she has a husband & 2 children and wanted me to live with her. I looked at
my mom (by now both parents had tears in their eyes)..
he was my first doctor at children’s hospital in seattle
I remember struggling with making friends in elementary school. My mom once
told me: “If I could mold you a friend so that you could play with her I
would.” My birth-mom has since had my half-brother (he has autism and will
never understand I’m actually his half-sister) He and I were both adopted
into separate homes. Partly, b/c my birth-mom had him with a different
father.She threatened to burn my mom’s home down and was a very immature
teenager who partied and often left me for with her mom.
and told them I wouldn’t ever go live with her. We all agreed she must
still be crazy somewhat. She had put she was now married and had two kids.
BTW, when she had shown up (on that very scary day to my work) she had the
nerve to bring her kid with her (who from what I recollect) looked about
6-8 years old. I think that was very stupid of her to bring her kid with
her. Was it to lure me to her? or to show her kid who I was. All I know is,
it would kill both me & my parents if I moved in w. her.