I had to forward this link; it captures perfectly the agonies of guilt I’ve felt ever since cutting off contact with my birth mom, because her emails were making my depression so much worse. It was horrible and I still feel so damn guilty…my psychiatrist, therapist, and husband (who have seen all of the emails and know the entire story keep telling me I am doing the right thing. But I still feel massive guilt.
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I’ve been following your story for quite a while now and truth to be said, I always thought finding your birth mother and her family was not a good idea.
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By the way, thank you for following my story!
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Really? That’s interesting. May I ask why?
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I don’t really know, I just… I somehow felt that it would put you in a vulnerable position, emotionally speaking.
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It certainly has! It is still hard, because I miss her, although she of course never took my mom’s place. And I miss seeing my brothers (stepbrothers, technically) and some extended family. And I’ve clicked pretty well with my birthdad’s family (he died when I was ten) probably because they are loud and crazy and fun, with all generations around and little kids everywhere–so much like my own extended family growing up.
But I have stuck to the boundaries I set with birthmom, even though it has been difficult.
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