Tues. Dec 18, 2007 -- Father
Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 11:20 am
I don't generally post on forums, but I wanted to say something about this comic. It really spoke to me in a way that very few people will ever understand.
I am an adoptee. I've known this for my entire life, or long enough as makes no difference. Nearly everyone that knows me at all knows this about me.
Whenever they first hear that I'm adopted, nearly always the first question they ask is "So have you ever tried to find your real parents?"
When I was young, this always really bothered me. Who are these people who raised me, clothed me, and loved me for my entire life if not my real parents?
For most of my life, I never sought out my biological parents because, frankly, I was sure that there was no way that they could ever measure up to the family I'd lived with all of my life.
A few months ago, my wife and I became pregnant, and for the first time in my life, I actually had a true need to learn something about my biological family. Specifically, I needed to know if there was anything in my medical history that I should be aware of for the babby. So I finally went and did a bit of digging through decades-old medical records in order to glean what information I could.
That was an emotional day for me, and I found out a lot of things that, many times, I wish I hadn't. For all that I had prepared myself that my biological family could never be as good as my real family, it was still a shock to learn how bad my life could have been if not for having been adopted.
Ozy is in a similar position to where I was in my life for a very long time. He made the same choice I did, for so long, to accept my adopted parents as my real parents and remain blissfully ignorant of the truth.
While it may be self-serving to say so, I think it takes a lot of maturity to recognize at his age that his real father is Llewellyn.
I am an adoptee. I've known this for my entire life, or long enough as makes no difference. Nearly everyone that knows me at all knows this about me.
Whenever they first hear that I'm adopted, nearly always the first question they ask is "So have you ever tried to find your real parents?"
When I was young, this always really bothered me. Who are these people who raised me, clothed me, and loved me for my entire life if not my real parents?
For most of my life, I never sought out my biological parents because, frankly, I was sure that there was no way that they could ever measure up to the family I'd lived with all of my life.
A few months ago, my wife and I became pregnant, and for the first time in my life, I actually had a true need to learn something about my biological family. Specifically, I needed to know if there was anything in my medical history that I should be aware of for the babby. So I finally went and did a bit of digging through decades-old medical records in order to glean what information I could.
That was an emotional day for me, and I found out a lot of things that, many times, I wish I hadn't. For all that I had prepared myself that my biological family could never be as good as my real family, it was still a shock to learn how bad my life could have been if not for having been adopted.
Ozy is in a similar position to where I was in my life for a very long time. He made the same choice I did, for so long, to accept my adopted parents as my real parents and remain blissfully ignorant of the truth.
While it may be self-serving to say so, I think it takes a lot of maturity to recognize at his age that his real father is Llewellyn.