Nosey? Sneaky!

You may asking this question. What do I mean that I feel I am nosey and sneaky.?

First off I told people that I was adopted. I was suppose to be quiet. I looked around to make sure that No one was around.

My mom wouldn't tell me my information. A friend shared how I could find information.

I sent away for my information. I talked to a family member about my adoption and asked what they knew about my adoption. I talked to anyone who would listen to me. I wrote down my story and told my mother that I wanted. my identity in the open.

I suggested that she tell a sibling that I existed.

I soon learned that it was not the right way to go about it.

For 10 years I kept quiet. I felt like I was lying to my sibling.

I lived in a dark place. I was miserable.

After my book came out I put my book on Social media.

I felt guilty about the fact that I mentioned to my birth mother that my sibling needed to know that it was not fair to hide the truth about me.

Looking back I would tell my mother to tell my sibling. My wishes came with sudden anger and my wishes were not honoured by my mother.

The truth sets you free! but Not right away.

I learned that I could tell anyone that I wanted to that I am adopted and about myself.

I spoke to a trusted friend and I was encouraged to talk to my sibling.

I needed to be honest and my sibling already needed knew the truth.

After the experience of telling my sibling I opened up inside. My sibling had been lied to by our mother - mom.

I let it known that I had told my sibling the truth.

I went on to write a second book . I put the truthful account in my book.

I don't regret telling my sibling. I came out of the pit of secrecy in telling this story last year.

Recently i shared my experience on a podcast.