Hi, I’m Tara.

What started out as a private blog to document our adoption journey has evolved into my journey through therapy, spiritual awakening and whatever I feel like writing. Without our struggles to build a family, I’m not sure I’d be waking up, and for that I’m grateful.

I Met Them

I just want to mark here that I did in fact, meet my Uncle J, Aunt L and Uncle B. I met Uncle J and Aunt L's son and his family. It was a strange weekend of seriously hopped up anxiety, but they are all lovely people, and it was nice to connect.

Both my brother and I flew into Boston and then stayed at the same hotel near their house. It was nice to connect with him after the huge fight we had the last time I stayed at his house. I think that the work I've been doing since then has allowed me to really start being vulnerable in general and I was able to talk to him about my experiences with the stuff I'm currently doing without inciting another fight. This time, I was able to come at it from the perspective, of "this is how I feel when this happens" vs. "She does this, this and this and I can't stand it". So yeah, I have made progress. I talked about how going to our half-brother's graduation triggered me in a huge way and sent me seriously spiraling out of control.

I haven't wanted/felt the desire to write about the experience because I'm still processing. It was a quick 4 day trip, 2 of which are travel, and I shut down after I got back. I was lethargic, didn't feel like getting back into my usual routine of morning gym-time and only managed one yoga class and one short bike ride in the week following. Instead of forcing myself to get back into the routine, I rode the wave, and focused a little bit more on my infant-stage meditation practice (I randomly think, hey I should try to meditate and then I do it for 10 minutes then forget about it for the next few days to weeks....). The other reason why I didn't feel like writing is because I'm so deep into emotional work, that all I want to do is throw up on the page about those experiences to help me work through them.

So, I met them. They are nice. I'll plan on sending Christmas cards. I don't know where to go from here...

I now have an understanding of what it's like to meet family of origin 40 years later. I wanted to, I was curious, but what does the relationship look like from here?  I have no idea.

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