Sadly, she never recovered from the shame

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My beautiful Mum died in January, 2011. She was the most gentle, sensitive, kind person you could ever meet. Sadly, she never recovered from the shame that was poured upon her in 1950. She always thought she was less than everyone and her opinions meant little. She was afraid that if my siblings and I knew that she had a baby out of wedlock that we wouldn’t love her anymore, so deep was her feeling of worthlessness. Her body was wracked with pain and disease which I directly attribute to her experience of losing her beloved Helen. I believe her immune system was compromised as a result of this trauma. There are hundreds of medical articles on ongoing stress and the effects it has on the body.

My family and I firmly believe that indoctrination was used on my mother in order to place duress on her so she would sign the adoption forms.

At 28, she was diagnosed with fibrositis (original name for fibromyalgia), had osteo and rheumatoid arthritis since her thirties, developed polymyalgia rheumatica at 63, had Bowen's disease (skin cancers all over her body), was on oxygen for many years, developed multiple myeloma - cancer caused from autoimmune dysfunction and her final assault was bowel cancer.

From her twenties, Mum also had muscle pain and wasting which progressed over her life.
Yes. Mum had her own slow crucifixion and yet she was a source of enormous, unconditional love to those who knew her.

Interestingly, my son and I also suffer from autoimmune disease. I wonder how much study has been done on the emotional and physical health effects that occurred to relinquishing mothers and their future generations.

 

My beautiful Mum died in January, 2011. She was the most gentle, sensitive, kind person you could ever meet.