I think I’ve mentioned being an adoptee two or three times, I’ve only explored this idea in my blog twice (real and whoosh). I’ve been reading blogs by adult adoptees – for a long time I thought our voices were missing from adoption discussions. And sure enough I stumbled upon a support network. What I am finding, and surprised about, is that I have many shared experiences and ideas with other adoptees. So many, that I’m questioning if being adopted impacted me more than I thought.

My adoption rarely enters my mind, but since approaching a crossroads in my life I am determined to address some of the fears that have prevented me from pursuing good opportunities. I want to support care-leavers in a job role I have applied for, but part of this is unearthing feelings from my formative years. Back then I did not have the words to describe my feelings… but now I do.

This week is my final week in Timetabling in Canterbury. Next week I start working in another department. The role is flexible. I’m feeling the need for change.