Science can now tell us what we and our mothers already knew. That in-utero we know our mums voice, we share her fear, joy & when we are born we prefer her voice. We now know how traumatic it must have been for us who were removed from our mums. Perhaps it was like this: I knew her voice, her smell and her taste. I would have sensed when she was happy, stressed, distressed or frightened. I didn’t know that she had been punished for my existence – I was part of her and vice versa. We were in tune with each other, in sync, our hearts beating together. We coexisted and nothing could tear us apart – we were mother and child, the most sacred of bonds. She heard me crying for her, yearning for her comfort, but we could not find each other. Where did you go? Why can’t I hear you, feel you? What happened? Why did you abandon me? What did I do that was so wrong that you could leave me and put me in the hands of strangers? This will be my first lesson in love and trust. To love is to be abandoned, waiting aimlessly somewhere in the confines of the hospital. About a month later, a small administration fee will be paid and I will be placed in a new home, a home where I am most certainly wanted. I will spend what seems like an eternity searching for you, looking for you in the crowd. Searching everyone’s face and hoping for recognition. After years of persistence I will find you, I will hear your voice and I will learn that I was wanted, I was loved and I am loved.
We are expected to be grateful by all of society. This trauma is well recognised by science but not by society.
- I received my first 'teddy bear' from my natural mother.
- I Knew Her Voice