I Am A Kidnapped Child
I have found no birth certificate, no name, no birthdate, no birth place. I celebrated my first Birthday this year as an unidentified person. I know it isn't my birthday, but have another 363 days to eliminate. I wonder what my real birthstone is, what my real horoscope would reveal, how old I really am.
My baby book was constructed from magazine clippings, just like a collage a child might make in elementary school. What was missing was any remotely authentic birth document. No hospital tags, no newspaper announcement, no pictures. Just my "Mother's" handwritten account of my infancy.
With the baby book in hand and her own devious imagination, she rewrote the story of my life to fit her agenda. It worked for almost 40 years! Each lie carefully built on the lifetime of lies, until the bottom fell out. Life has a way of putting you on paths you could never have chosen on your own, with a passion that reaches beyond the depths of your soul. If you would have told me I would be sitting in an adoption support group meeting, or writing to a Doctor about kidnapping six moths ago, I would have laughed, I'm not laughing.
I have no choice but to get back on the proverbial horse. I have spent six months trying to wrap my head aournd my life situation. I have spent even more time trying to dull this indescribably pain. Until now, I have been unsuccessful. The only way out is through the fire, and I am geared up and ready to go....
What I hold on to in my deepest moments is this one truth: I am and always have been the same person despite my life circumstances. I can only look like those who gave me my genes. It takes no effort to be me. My dimple, my deep blue eyes, my intellect, even more amazing, my integrity, my honor, my inherent fights which do not mirror or match those I spent the first 16+ years of my life with.
These parts, I firmly believe, can not be altered through abuse, deception or lies. You can not kidnap a soul...
I believe I am as far from my roots as my kidnappers could possibly run without leaving the country. We traveled extensively as children. Interestingly enough, my passport is the only form of identification I have ever used, and I had it as a young child. The only other birth document I possess is a baptismal record. I am told this is a loophole used in my days to obtain false documents. It is my understanding that an infant can be given any name by the parents during the baptismal ceremony and then this "official" document can be used in lieu of a birth certificate.
I graduated at the top of my class in High School, was involved in many sports and other academic groups. Math seems to be my genetic gift. I took the National Math Test for my High School as the top math student. My son is in Algebra based on his math results from his national test results. He is receiving High School credits this year while still in middle school. College was a breeze for me as well. I rarely studied outside of class and had an active social life. I graduated with a four year degree in three years.
I am average in every way. I have an average shoe size 7-1/2, average height, 5'7 and my weight is within a normal range, I have blue eyes, fair skin, naturally curly brunette hair. I have larger ears than the average gal, but I am aware that they are an unusual feature worth mentioning. My blood type is 0+ and I have no birthmarks
I haven't given you many specifics mostly because I don't have many true details. My false birth name is not really mine, my false birthday is October 24, 1963, and my false birthplace is not useful. This information with an official seal from the director of vital statistics for my state does not exist.
The only thing this information is useful for is my track record. I have never been in any legal trouble, have a work history, education, financial history, etc, linked to this name that is honorable.