baby brokers

This weekend will be a peak moment in my current self-exploration journey; I am going to meet the journalist who researched and wrote a book about black market adoptions in the 70's and 80's.  She met with and wrote about the attorney who facilitated my adoption, and wrote in depth about the elaborate workings of his business and how he basically imported about 100 young women from W. Germany and Austria during a few years in the 70's in order to adopt out their babies. He used coercion techniques and was brought up on charges, eventually losing his license (I believe).  I was one of those babies.  Reading the book was a surreal experience for me, to say the least. 

I feel like I am a researcher myself, a detective, and I'm tracking down the details of my gestation and birth in order to put together the pieces of who I actually am.  These pieces of information are so critical to creating a more whole picture of myself.  I'm both excited about additional information I may find out, yet scared I'll hit another brick wall.

to be continued...