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	<title>Comments on: Yearning For Reunion</title>
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		<title>By: Kate</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kate</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Jul 2010 13:52:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am an adoptee.  About thirty years ago I saw a movie  about a girl who searched for her biological mother, found her and established a relationship with her and her family.  This story  hit me like a ton of bricks. I searched, was in contact by mail and phone but never met her.  She died and there almost ended my story.  However, I found out during this experience that I had a brother and sister, which turned out to be something that really fueled my efforts. I was an only child growing up.  I met them and have had a relationship with them for over 20 years.  Unfortunately my brother died. about 4 years ago.  i have a relationship with my sister and have a whole extended family. What A Trip! I wrote a book describing the search, although unpublished, which turned out to be really cathartic.

Thanks for giving me the opportunity to share my experience. If any of your readers would like to contact me  about my experience I would be glad and willing to respond to them.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am an adoptee.  About thirty years ago I saw a movie  about a girl who searched for her biological mother, found her and established a relationship with her and her family.  This story  hit me like a ton of bricks. I searched, was in contact by mail and phone but never met her.  She died and there almost ended my story.  However, I found out during this experience that I had a brother and sister, which turned out to be something that really fueled my efforts. I was an only child growing up.  I met them and have had a relationship with them for over 20 years.  Unfortunately my brother died. about 4 years ago.  i have a relationship with my sister and have a whole extended family. What A Trip! I wrote a book describing the search, although unpublished, which turned out to be really cathartic.</p>
<p>Thanks for giving me the opportunity to share my experience. If any of your readers would like to contact me  about my experience I would be glad and willing to respond to them.</p>
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		<title>By: Robert Kelley</title>
		<link>http://www.psychiatrytalk.com/2010/06/yearning-for-reunion/comment-page-1/#comment-917</link>
		<dc:creator>Robert Kelley</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Jun 2010 20:27:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I found this article while trying to find forums where people, like myself, are considering contacting a biological parent (are there any?)  I am 43, and only found out a few weeks ago that the man who I thought was my father is not my biological father. It actually comes as a relief in many ways, as the man who I thought was my father is not a kind or supportive person by any means. My parents divorced when I was 6. 

My mother sat me down a few weeks ago, and told me she married the man who she thought was my father. She said she chose the wrong guy.

Even though the news came with some relief, it was still a shock to the system. At first it was more of a nebulous concept. I did not feel the need to go rushing off to contact him.  I was given a name and the address of my bio father, and I looked him up.  I found a video on the net where he was being interviewed. Seeing my mannerisms repeated in front of me for the first time was a moving experience. The resemblance in appearance was stunning. When I saw the interview, something snapped. I suddenly felt compelled to meet this man. 

I am sure I have allot more processing to go through. This is allot to take in. One thing is for sure though. I feel the need to talk to this man. I do not know him. But in a way I feel I do. There is something shared behind those eyes. Something important. For whatever reasons, be it genetic or psychological, or a combination of both, there is defiantly a feeling of yearning.

BTW:  does anyone know of any forums about this topic?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I found this article while trying to find forums where people, like myself, are considering contacting a biological parent (are there any?)  I am 43, and only found out a few weeks ago that the man who I thought was my father is not my biological father. It actually comes as a relief in many ways, as the man who I thought was my father is not a kind or supportive person by any means. My parents divorced when I was 6. </p>
<p>My mother sat me down a few weeks ago, and told me she married the man who she thought was my father. She said she chose the wrong guy.</p>
<p>Even though the news came with some relief, it was still a shock to the system. At first it was more of a nebulous concept. I did not feel the need to go rushing off to contact him.  I was given a name and the address of my bio father, and I looked him up.  I found a video on the net where he was being interviewed. Seeing my mannerisms repeated in front of me for the first time was a moving experience. The resemblance in appearance was stunning. When I saw the interview, something snapped. I suddenly felt compelled to meet this man. </p>
<p>I am sure I have allot more processing to go through. This is allot to take in. One thing is for sure though. I feel the need to talk to this man. I do not know him. But in a way I feel I do. There is something shared behind those eyes. Something important. For whatever reasons, be it genetic or psychological, or a combination of both, there is defiantly a feeling of yearning.</p>
<p>BTW:  does anyone know of any forums about this topic?</p>
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		<title>By: Dave Wolffe</title>
		<link>http://www.psychiatrytalk.com/2010/06/yearning-for-reunion/comment-page-1/#comment-833</link>
		<dc:creator>Dave Wolffe</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jun 2010 10:57:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am an adoptee.  About thirty years ago I saw a movie  about a girl who searched for her biological mother, found her and established a relationship with her and her family.  This story  hit me like a ton of bricks. I searched, was in contact by mail and phone but never met her.  She died and there almost ended my story.  However, I found out during this experience that I had a brother and sister, which turned out to be something that really fueled my efforts. I was an only child growing up.  I met them and have had a relationship with them for over 20 years.  Unfortunately my brother died. about 4 years ago.  i have a relationship with my sister and have a whole extended family. What A Trip! I wrote a book describing the search, although unpublished, which turned out to be really cathartic.

Thanks for giving me the opportunity to share my experience. If any of your readers would like to contact me  about my experience I would be glad and willing to respond to them.</description>
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<p>Thanks for giving me the opportunity to share my experience. If any of your readers would like to contact me  about my experience I would be glad and willing to respond to them.</p>
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