Adoption Destroyed My Life

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    In October 1968, my son was born at the Brisbane Royal Women’s Hospital at 1.15pm weighing 7lb11oz. I was tied to my bed and held down by nurses during delivery.

    His details were changed, he was rushed out before I saw him, I never heard him cry. He was placed in the locked nursery. I begged and pleaded with the doctors and nurses to let me see him and hold him, to no avail.

    A sister said, as I was under 21 years, unemployed therefore unfit to see, hear or hold him, I had no rights.

    My battle with the social worker lasted all week. I have placed my story in history at the Senate Inquiry into Forced Adoption policies and practices, submission number 97, in February 2011. Please read this for more information on my journey.

    I live with Post Traumatic Stress as a direct result of my years of heartache and pain inflicted on me by the Government, Ministers who never believed us mothers. The adoption department were cold, cruel, inhumane and believed they were above us, denying us our baby’s birth certificate and information for so long, living and not knowing if our lost person was alive or dead.

    I will die never knowing what my son looked like at birth. It is my heartbreak, I suffer the unknown.

    Our bond was brutally broken, our history destroyed, why did this practice happen to me, a humble single mother.

    A crime was committed on me. I believe adoption in that period was child stealing and trafficking.

     

    In October 1968, my son was born at the Brisbane Royal Women’s Hospital at 1.15pm weighing 7lb11oz. I was tied to my bed and held down by nurses during delivery.