|Chelsea, left, with adoptive mom Rosie O'Donnell|
Rosie O’Donnell’s adopted daughter Chelsea, who went missing earlier this month, turned 18 this week and left home once again, this time to go live with her birth mother.
There is a lot written in between the lines.
"Chelsea...turned 18 this week... Chelsea's birth mother (picked Chelsea up), the day she turned 18 and is legally an adult...
At 18, you're an adult. It's the first time you're legally allowed to figure out your family connections to your bithfamilies without the adoptive family's consent.
"Chelsea, who went missing earlier this month...left home once again..."
The implication is that Chelsea must not be happy in her adoptive home, she must be searching for something her adoptive family can't give her.But is that so wrong?
|My birth sister Abby, my birthmother Kate and myself at 18|
I sought out my birth family when I turned 18. I'm not the only adoptee I know who did the same.
Eighteen is a magical number for adoptees, especially those of us from closed adoptions. It's the age you're allowed to find out your identity. That's what I thought anyway. It turned out, that you're not magically endowed with all the knowledge of who you are and who your parents are and what that all means once you're 18. Instead, at 18, you're given the key to unlock the door. At 18, you have legal authority over your own life. No one gets to tell you what to do anymore. No one gets to tell you what to think. No one can control you.
So if you were an adoptee and turned 18, what would you do?
Of course you would go live with your birthmother. I did. I was 22, and I had just graduated from college and my birthmother invited me to stay with her. How could I resist? You get to see who you could have been. You get to live the life you would have had. You get to understand more of who you are.
The biggest difference is not that Chelsea is famous whereas I am not. No, what separates us is that my adoptive parents supported me. They supported me emotionally and financially during that time I went to live with my birthmother. It was my safety rope. If I fell, they would catch me.
The internet news says that Rosie cut Chelsea off. It seems such an amazing act of spite. To me, 18 is like Bambi getting his feet under him for the first time, wobbly but determined. You want to find your bearing, but you haven't built up the strength yet. That's why you need the strength of your adoptive parents to support you. Living with your birthparents, understanding who you are and where you come from is not a betrayal. It's an act of trying to stand on your own legs. And it's hard to do that if you don't know what you are, who you come from, where you belong.
to view my birthmother's blog on the same topic, go to mothertone
Thoughts? Reflections? Opinions?