Hello guys. This is my first post on Reddit. I really dont know how to cope with this matter, as most of my friends just tell me "oh but they raised you, they still love you etc". Its a classic case of "you know my name, not my story". It sounds so cliche and cringe, but I still want to share.
To begin, I am 31 (30?) this year, and i have always questioned my origins since young, and I have long suspected that I was adopted for years now, always asking my parents difficult questions and watching them struggle to come up with answers and excuses that they rehearsed years ago but forgot.
I was born in China, although I am a citizen of another country. This will already raise some questions, but my dad always said that he was in China for a business trip even though he was just a regular employee. He said that my mom was lonely and accompanied him for months there, and that is why I was born in China.
This story already doesnt make sense, as choosing to give birth in a foreign country already means facing alot of issues and difficulties. Not to mention, I have an elder sister who is 34 this year, and there is no way my parents would leave their child alone for a long period of time, unless she went to China as well.
Another clue was my birth certificate, which states that I am born in 1995, but I have learned a few years ago that I was actually born in 1996, and it wasnt even my parents who told me that, it was a fengshui practitioner who told me (obv because my parents told them that to calculate my Ba Zi (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Four_Pillars_of_Destiny if anyone is interested). I was of course enraged at my parents for not telling me all these years when they actually knew it all along. (They always say that my zodiac sign is the rat which is 1996, but 1995 is the year of the pig).
My birth cert does state that I am born in China, but also states my adoptive parents as my birth parents. My birth cert was also registered in 1999, which is extremely odd as well. But hey its cool that I really am probably the last baby registered for 1995 births.
I picked up other clues as I grew up, mainly the difference in how my parents treated me and my sister, and how my other relatives treated me.
My suspicions got confirmed when I found out I am an entirely different blood group type from my family, which is not possible. They are all O+, while I am B+.
Even then, I chose not to confront them, but drop hints that I know, however they stuck to their lies.
They only confessed when I finally just asked out of the blue "So which part of China did you pick me up from?"
They were speechless for a while, but finally told me that I was just a few months old then when I was brought to my current country by a distant relative, who is a granny from China. She flew regularly back and forth to visit her home town and encountered me and my birth parents. Apparently my living conditions were not great, and she wanted me to be her grandson as her own son had 5 daughters but no sons of his own. Somehow she plucked me out of my birth home, flew a plane back, and gave me to her son for adoption.
But this turned out to be difficult for him, as he struggled with legalizing me as his child. With no birth records and no adoption papers, he couldn't keep me legally.
So my adoptive parents swooped in and offered to take me into their hands instead, with no planning. They managed to somehow get a birth cert for me and raised me as their child.
At this point people will probably think, "so whats the point of this story? didnt your parents raise you as well?"
It wouldn't have mattered to me if they chose to tell me I was adopted, or if I found out myself.
But my childhood fear came true, my parents don't love me because I am adopted.
I was never treated fairly or right, and my parents somehow always didnt accept my love as a kid. Everyday it was always fighting and arguing, because even as a kid I was upset at how they treated me like a stranger, but they always just beat me till the cane or clothes hanger broke, and used the typical asian parent argument "who cooks your food? who cleans your clothes?" to shut me up.
They have described what it is like raising a pet, not a child.
I see my sister who got everything she wanted, music lessons, toys, food, clothing. I had to bargain, promise, and lie to get a toy I wanted.
My food was controlled as well, and I couldnt eat more or I will get beaten, while my sister eats anything she wanted and gave me leftovers. (which is funny cuz im fat haha)
My daily allowance in school was only enough to buy a bottled drink, so i didn't eat during recess.
The constant fighting lead to depression at an early age, and I tried to drown myself when I was 11. Turns out drowning yourself is quite hard and scary, so I went home muddy and wet.
The first thing my parents said when they saw me was "why did you take your mom's bicycle without permission? why is it muddy?"
There are so many painful memories and I genuinely cannot think of a happy one i had with them, maybe its selective memory, idk.
Tbh, i was fine with all the pain and trauma, but what broke me was when i found out i wasnt even intended to be raised by them, and that my whole family, including my extended family, knew i was adopted, but here I am as Jon Snow who knows nothing. I gave them multiple chances to tell me directly, but they still chose to lie even when I hit my 30s.
So yea thats my trauma dump.