What I did know was that I was a 29 year old, born in La Mesa, California.
I had
been married for just 7 1/2 years, so far, and I had two beautiful children.
One boy
named Jordan who was 6 years old and a baby daughter, Cassandra, who was
4
months old. What I thought I knew was that I had two parents who were 76
years
old and that I was some kind of miracle baby, since I had been born when
they
were 47 and they hadn't had any kind of help. I had had a one in 4 chance
of
being Down Syndrome . . . So I thought . . . I was the second generation
on my
father's side to have been born in America . . . So I thought . . . I was
Russian,
Polish, English, Irish, Scotch, Belgain and Portugese . . . So I thought
. . . But
what I thought, just wasn't so . . . Little did I know the truth . . .
Then in March on 1998, my parents took a trip to Las Vegas and asked my
husband and I to house-sit for them and take care of the pets. This I did
willingly.
But while they were gone, my brother's girlfriend
(who's a lawyer) came by and
dropped off a black, three-ring binder and said that it was my parents'
Living Trust.
Well, I left it on the table for awhile, but my curiosity got the better
of me,
because my husband and I will eventually need
one ourselves! So I took a look. The
first section was all about what a Living Trust
was. Then, it came to my parents'
Living Trust. In the second paragraph was my
name and it listed me as an Adult
Adopted Child. Now, it wasn't as if I had never
thought about the possibility, but
from the time I was ten and asked about it,
they always told me the same thing . .
. "Oh, no, honey,
you're not adopted." Even when I had asked at the age of 20, they
still told me the same thing. So to read this
in black and white, I was shocked, and
was hit with a headache that lasted for 4 hours.
As soon as my parents had come
back from their trip, I told them that I had
taken a look at the Living Trust, and
that it had listed me as an Adpoted child .
. . Was it? Well, there was silence for a
moment, and then, they finally told me the trust . . . I was . . . I wasn't
upset or
hurt, and realized that, for me, there were definite advantages with learning
about
the adoption now and not earlier. Since I was an adult, I was better able
to
understand why my birthmother would have wanted to give me up. I didn't
have to
deal with any abandonment issues. I was more stable that I would have been
as a
teenager, and I had the resources to conduct a search if I wanted. Which
I wanted
to do! My parents swear that they told me I was adopted when I was about
6-8
years old and I would have none of it. I got every upset and that I refused
to
believe it and I never wanted to hear about it again. I have no memory
of that, but
my parents have no reason to make it up. But I do remember one time my
nephew
telling me that I was adopted and that I got hysterical, so it is possible.
But they
said that was the reason they kept lying to me. But either way, I'm happy.
They
raised me and will always be my parents, but now I have so many more family
members and I'm discovering a whole new world where nothing existed before.
But
as a side note, my father got upset with my brother's girlfriend for putting
the
adopted child part in their Living Trust since he didn't tell her to do
that. He let
her have it. I can't be mad because I discovered a part of my life that
I needed to
know about . . .
When it came to finding my birthmother, I just didn't know where to start.
I didn't
have a name or anything . . . Just the date of my birth and where I was
born. I
was going crazy the first couple of days. So,
just for curiosity, I got on the net to
see what kind of resources were available.
It was then that I a woman living in my
city that found other people, including adoptees
and birthparents! I called
immediately and got the woman's husband. it
turned out that she was going in for
surgery and wouldn't be able to help me for
a month, but mentioned that she had
a friend who did
the same thing. So I took this other woman's number, who also
lived in the same
city, and called. We talked and by the end of the week, I had my
birth- mother's maiden name! She had also found
two possible women who it could
be, though I was sure it was the younger of
the two. Perhaps it was just intuition .
. . But I needed more information, so I finally
asked my mother for the adoption
papers. I didn't think it would really have her name on it, and on the
adoption
papers, themselves, her name wasn't there . . . but among the papers, there
was a
signed Infant Release form! She had signed it! I had her name!! And I had
been
right about it being the younger woman! The woman found my birthmother's
address and phone number that night. She ran through with me what to say
and
what not to say, when I made my call. I was so nervous that I didn't sleep
well, and
the next day when I picked up the phone and dialed, my heart was in my
throat.
Will she know who I am? Will she want to hear from me? I kept
wondering. The
phone rang once, then twice. I waited and tried to stay calm. Then a woman
answered. I asked to speak with her, and I asked if my birthdate meant
anything to
her or "Baby (her maiden name)". She said yes, and asked if I was her.
I said yes
and we just started talking, and kept talking for 4 hours! And each time
after that,
it was always like we were old friends. Though we have been talking on
the phone
together for months now, we were unable to meet for one reason or another
. . . at
least until October 23, 1998. And it was a wonderful visit. I also was
able to meet
the friend that drove her to the hospital to have me. It was an incredible
three-four
hours and this is only the first of many visits to come!
On October 13th, 1998, I also started looking for
my birthfather. My birthmother
had given me his name a few days before, but after contacting the woman
who
had helped me find my birthmother, she said
she needed more to go on to find
him and that it wouldn't be easy. So I asked
her if she thought it would be okay if
I got a few phone numbers off the internet and made some calls to see if
i could
find him that way. It was a long shot, but
she said if I approached it right that it
would be a great idea. So, quickly I ran through
what I was planning on saying. "Hi,
my name is Krystina Stressman. I'm doing some
research and I'm looking for a ***
****** who was a marine stationed in San Diego
county at the end of 1968." She
thought it sounded wonderful, so I began making
calls. On my third call, where I
actually reached a person, I got a man on the
phone who told me that it wasn't
him that I was looking for, but could be his
son. I was shocked. I asked how I
could reach him,
but instead I left my name and number to be forwarded. It was
funny, because talking
with this man was like talking with my dad. They seemed
a lot alike in how
they protect information from people they don't know! :o) As I
hung up the
phone, I thought to myself, "It can't be him. That would be just too
easy." So I made a few more calls and then
gave up for the day. The following
morning to my surprise, he called me and it
turned out that he was indeed my
birthfather! I was so excited.
We talked for about an hour and already he's sent
me one letter and I've called him once. I have
a letter going out shortly to him
with photos of my family. Though we won't be
able to meet until next year because
he lives so far away, we are both looking forward
to that meeting and staying in
touch until then.
Between my birthmother and birthfather, I am one of 11 children. As my
birthfather
said, "You have a whole extended family you don't know about yet . . ."
I am
looking forward to finding out. This has been
the most incredible year for me. And
though, I think my parents didn't plan on me
finding out about the adoption until
after they had passed away, they are
both very happy for me and have been very
supportive. I am lucky to have such great parents
. . . and that's what they will
always be. THEY are my mom and dad because
they raised me, but it's nice to
know that I have other people out there who
love me just for me, because I am a
part of them. But they will never take the place of my mom and dad, however,
they
will be good friends I think . . . Friends
that will always be close to my heart for
giving me life and now for giving me the chance
to know them . . .
My birthparents' names have been omitted from this to protect their privacy.
Krystina Stressman