The 20th of September 1964 @ 5:28am. The day it began. My Life.

It was my abandonment day. The day I was separated from All my biological family by my birther because the man she loved and just had their second child said to her you’re not the One. A healthy full term Baby Girl left unnamed and unwanted by the 2 people who brought her here. So, she sent me off to Foster Care and went on with her life.  A wet womb infant with no family to welcome me home, into the fold. Just strangers who’s voices and surrounding sounds are nothing I heard while in utero.  And her voice and heartbeat are gone. The only way I would know it her after birth. The way nature made it. Not to be heard again for 45yrs.  That’s how my odyssey of 9yrs in the Foster Care System started and ended in a Transracial Adoption..

In ’74 I was adopted by a Caucasian family with 1 biracial child adoptee /1 biological and another Black Girl after me.

Today we call it Transracial Adoption. Being raised by another culture. When this happens, we the adoptee loss our cultural history. We have a name change. I was Ruth Johnson for 9 yrs before I became Ruth Anne Mundsack.  What happened to Ruth Johnson?

Here’s you how it worked out. I was in my Adoptive home for 9 yrs and put out 3 days after I graduated High School. My Mom and I had a rough relationship. She said when your 18 and Graduated you’re OUT.  My parents provided a home in a nice City with good Schools and many opportunities. A way better situation then Foster Care. But we had major issues the inside.  Who knew my father would tell my mother of his attraction to me. Her reaction blame me. It’s painful to be abandoned. It hurts to not have a family. To be different. To feel people’s pity. To not know who you are, The struggle with identity. Not to have Parents to Love. Having a hard time learning and trusting Love. You learn Love from your mother, The 1st year in life, the bond of Mother and Child. To be denied that by your Mother. For me it is the wound that will never heal. We just manage the pain. Some days are better than others.   Adoption is not a better Life. But a different one.