Being adopted is such a unique thing.

For most, hopefully it’s a blessing and a chance at a life that you may not have

had otherwise.

That is definitely the case for me, a real gift.

I was born on September 10th, 1976 in Poona, India.

My birth mother was in her mid twenties and had always planned on giving me up

for adoption due to her circumstances.

I was about 3 months old when my Swedish mother came to the orphanage and

met my birth mother. A very unique situation, in that they got to meet and I was

literally handed over. Knowing that, seeing photos and having a letter from my

birth mother has definitely made a difference for me.

So many adoption stories are unfortunately unclear.

I do feel extremely grateful for having grown up in Sweden with amazing parents

but yet it’s impossible not to reflect on how different my life would’ve been, if I

wasn’t adopted.

My life in Los Angeles of 28 years probably would not have happened.

I do want to visit India and I’m sure it will be a very emotional trip.

I think without a doubt It could unlock subconscious feelings and explain patterns

and choices in my life. Which haven’t always been healthy.

I recently learned that my birth mother wanted to keep her identity and contact

information confidential. There were a lot of different emotions running through me

when I received those news but ultimately what I feel is gratitude for my Swedish

family and quite honestly a bit of relief. I suppose I have always had a curiosity

and sometimes maybe a little bit of guilt for not trying to find out more about my

parents in India. 

So many of my friends have asked me why I haven’t gone back

and tried to find out more information.

And my answer has always felt true,

I simply don’t feel the need.