How many of you out there wonder what happens once you find your family? Of course the chances of finding depends on the circumstances of every single case. Were you abandoned, relinquished, how much information did the parents leave? But here I’m talking about things that happen after a reunion.
A reunion with the birthparents can be very joyful, sorrowful, happy, ugly… but instead of just trying to generalize I rather tell you from my personal experience.
I started to search back in 1984 and did that out of respect for my adoptive parents secretely. I know that our adoptive parents wished to adopt orphans so that they wouldn’t have anyone else to fear. Unfortunately for them we were not orphans (my brother got adopted together with me) but that’s a fact I discovered only 10 years later when actually meeting our birthmother.
The search and reunion was a short story after all. Through a newspaper article in the Chosun Ilbo on August 16, 1994 I was reunited with our family. Our birthmother remarried though and had two more daughters and one son.
The first time after meeting them I was in shock. I can’t describe any feelings during that time, all was numb and even back in Switzerland the only time I had feelings was when I told our adoptive parents about what I had found in Korea and that I actually travelled to Korea which they didn’t know either at that time. For our adoptive mother it was a very harsh blow. She felt threatened by the sudden “competition” from far east, as she put it. I felt kind of torn in between my adoptive parents and our birthfamily. It took me not much time though to wish to go back to Korea in order to get to know our family better.
So I packed my stuff and went one year later to Korea and enrolled at the Yonsei Korean Language Institute. I managed to go straight to level 2 so all the Korean lessons I had previously since 1984 paid off…
Yet the communication with our birthfamily was still difficult and I had the feeling that our birthmother still had some dark secrets in her closet. Every time I went to see her I was completely frustrated at the lack of communication. I wanted to tell her so much of my life in Switzerland, about my life in the U.S.A., about what happened to me and about my hopes and wishes.
At that time I thought all she wanted was to see my brother who is older than me. She always mentioned him and almost the only thing she told me was to get married and to have children. The latter she still mentions although she probably has given up on me…
It was kind of difficult to understand as to why my older brother was so much more important to her than I was. The first born son is the one who takes care of the parents. That’s the tradition here in Korea and our mother longed so much for our older brother, to see him, to actually touch him. But he hasn’t travelled to Korea yet. And I doubt that he will. Anyway… for me it was also kind of difficult to get along with the stepfather here in Korea. Everytime I couldn’t phrase what I felt, what I wanted to tell them, I felt such a frustration that I ran out into the rain and to the next phone booth. Fortunately my friend T. was also in Korea and he usually visited his mother in Pusan. So we called so many times and I got rid of so many things off my breast. I was so happy to have him here and was able to talk to him. And I also envied him so much for his strong connection he had to his mother. I don’t have any memories whatsoever from Korea although I got adopted at age 5. That’s why I couldn’t recognize our mother at all. It made it also more difficult to kind of bond with her.
There were about 2 years of hardship in Switzerland during which I didn’t call or write our birthfamily at all. The family was very upset about that but I just needed that at that time. I felt that everything had come too soon and I just needed time to digest all the experiences and also to work on some of the issues before I could continue a relationship with our family. At the same time the relationship to our adoptive parents was also one thing we had to work on.
I had to make clear to our family that I just needed more time, more space and distance because the relationship was so important to me. Furthermore with all the Korean traditions and customs it is sometimes also not easy, to get together with a Korean family when you were educated in a western society. There were so many misunderstandings due to cultural differences and there will still be as usually Koreans have no idea that other concepts than the Korean one exist in this world. I don’t blame our mother on her ignorance. But I blame the Korean society for being unable to take responsibility for their own children, for relying on a practice that came from abroad.
Being an adoptee is not an easy thing. Sometimes I wonder how much Koreans understand of what adoptees go through just to meet their family. How much I had to suffer to actually see them from person to person. To be able to hug her, touch her. She’s there now, she’s not a ghost in my closet any longer.
There will be thousands and more stories of this kind as there are so many adoptees out there who come back to Korea, to search for their roots, for their families. There will be good stories to hear, bad ones. I wish all adoptees a good future and hopefully a good reunion with a good relationship afterwards.
I still mourn my friends who left me because they couldn’t stand life. I wish you were here today.