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Adoptee Limelight – Spotlighting Mazi

Bio: Every day I am grateful for the smallest things in life and in awe of the world.  I love gardening, especially growing many varieties of wild and domestic blueberries and lavender, also kayaking and being outside. Recently I retired from working as a pediatric nurse practitioner and now am busy volunteering in Public Health due to the Covid pandemic. I live in the Pacific Northwest and am looking forward to the old normal and to spend more time visiting my daughter and 4 grandchildren.

Before I started kindergarten when I was 4, my adoptive parents told me I was adopted. My father who was always brutally honest told this story: My older brother was their biological child, and they had tried for another child, but were discouraged after my brother was born blind and a second child died soon after birth with many problems. When they decided to adopt and went to an agency, they gave three reasons they wanted another child. First, they felt they wanted a sibling for their son. Second, they wanted someone to help with all the work around home. They felt their son would not be able to help much due to being blind and his wife had insulin-dependent diabetes with all that entailed, and they had a large yard and garden to maintain as well as cooking and housework. Third, they felt that their son would not be able to care for them as they aged. The social worker listened and told him that she had not heard any reason that was for the benefit of the child, so to go home, think about why they wanted to adopt and come back for a second meeting. They did that and came back and said they could offer a child a home and love. He would laugh while telling the story. They were correct about the home, but they had not considered that they would not be able to love or even accept someone else’s child as their own. My father may have loved me in his own way, but he was abusive. My mother was also abusive, but that wasn’t the hard part. She told me that she couldn’t accept me as her own and didn’t love me. That didn’t even need to be said, as it was quite clear from her actions. Just to be sure I knew, after she died, one of the first things my father said to me was “Did you know your mother never loved you?”

When I was 17, they told me my room and board would be $150/month when I finished high school. I got a full-time clerical job which started on the Monday after a Thursday graduation in preparation to pay this. All three in my adoptive family had gone to college and my brother’s tuition was paid by them. It seemed unfair. I found a room to rent for $50/month sharing a house with 3 other young women. I was much happier, but now had to be emancipated, because I was 17 and, in my state, the age of majority was 21. Working and saving I was able to go to nursing school after a year and a half.

When I married at 25, and at 26 we had a baby girl. Then I realized no one would forget having a baby, so about 2 years later I contacted the adoption agency. They tried to locate my first family for 6 months. They spoke with one of my aunts, but she would not give any information to the social worker. A friend suggested using a woman who did searches for birth families for a small fee. I knew my name at birth, so that helped her search. 

The phone rang the next day and she said she had found and spoken to my maternal grandmother. She gave me her phone number and name. My heart was pounding when I finally got the strength to make the call. A cheerful voice was on the line in the same city I lived in. She wanted to meet in person, and discuss family health and my first mother’s life. We met soon after and she shared that Dee had a difficult childhood, and rarely spoke. She had been evaluated at a university clinic as a child and they did not have a diagnosis. Later it seemed that she was autistic, but that wasn’t a common diagnosis at the time. To complicate things, as a young adult she had been diagnosed with schizophrenia. She had difficult years, homeless, sometimes living in supervised settings, getting electroshock treatments and was even committed to a state hospital at least once. She was married for many years, but her spouse also had problems and they lived in a group home together. 

It turned out that there were 5 of us siblings. Over the years we have all met each other and bonded. I am the oldest and lived with my first mother for a few months. All of us were removed from our first family and adopted except our brother Frank. He grew up in foster care. He had a seizure disorder with an intellectual disability and was always joking and humble. He died of a seizure when he was 38. Two sisters were removed together, placed in foster care, then adopted together. Finally, the youngest was born and soon went to an adoptive family.

It took us all time to adjust to the idea of coming from such a big family not knowing of our sibling’s existence, and then sharing stories of our adoptive family and life. It might be a coincidence or not, but one sister and I are both nurse practitioners. And all of us have a strong love of creating art. One sister did a painting that is a book cover. One studied art and is a teacher. I went back to art school later to study illustration and have 2 children’s books, one about belonging. We are so similar. It’s been an amazing journey.

We also have Native American heritage and were invited to a Welcome Home event for adoptees connected with a certain tribe. Only two of us went. It was a very healing time. Finally, I belong to a family, extended family, and feel I belong. I’m so grateful to have this big family and feel love. – Mazi

Thank you, Mazi for so bravely sharing your story with us!

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9 thoughts on “Adoptee Limelight – Spotlighting Mazi”

  1. Thank you for your story, Mazi. It’s a hard one to hear and I imagine it’s hard to share, as well. You do so, courageously, without any tones of self-pity. I find that helpful to me in understanding my own feelings of being an adoptee. I, too, have found companionship and friendliness from my half-siblings.

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  2. Mazi, you are an outstanding soul. I am so moved by your story. Your persistence in finding truth, family and love of the world is inspirational. It takes courage to share, and I am so glad that you did. I wish you much peace.

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  3. Dear Mazi,

    Thank you for your courage and honesty. You’ve said things here that I thought I only went through and have given me peace to know others have gone through it as well. My estrangement from my adoptive family is well-founded, as they too did and could not live someone else’s child and only sought to use or dismiss me if I didn’t fulfill their plans for me to be utilized by them. Simply relating to me was not something in-line with their attitude of raising someone else’s child. Your story has helped me to say this. You gave words to my experience, and this is quite helpful. I’m an associate professor at a college with PhD. I met my birthmother when I was 27 years old. Both my biological parents are from the island of Crete. I was adopted by a couple who couldn’t produce their own children and needed to look “normal”, alleviate the burden of being asked ‘when are you going to have kids’, fulfill the need for help with a large yard, garden, and house, fulfill free to cheap labor in their business, and find someone who would take care of them in old age. My adoptive mother told she wished to buy more houses and did not want to be a mother. My father, it was reported by my cousin, referred to me and to my adoptive sister as ‘the bastards’…until he was threatened by a couple to whom he referred to us as ‘the bastards’ who had two of their own adoptive children that they loved and who up to that point were friends of the family. Your story has helped me to express myself. I plan on going to Crete for the first time after the pandemic. And, if I like it, will retire there in 6 years. I’ve been to Greece before on other occasions but never to my family’s and ancestors island. Lastly, I’m learning that with my connection to my family, ancestors and race (through DNA analysis), it’s becoming easier and natural to let go of what was a forced relationship not of my choosing nor even a preference of my adoptive parents. They wished to have their natural children I suppose.

    Thank you so much for sharing. And thank you for posting the events of Mazi’s life.

    Warmest regards,

    Dean

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    1. Wow! You have an amazing story. I’m glad you found new ways to express your own story through mine. Every adoption is a loss to a child, and if a family has motives to use that child and not love and help them grow into the best person they can, then it is twice the loss. Your story helps others too! Best wishes on going to Crete and enjoying the place of your heritage! I hope you find peace in your first relatives, first country, and way of life you missed as a child.

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  4. Dear Mazi, thank you for sharing your story with us! I too am reconnecting to my original culture. It seems like a necessary though joyous part of the journey to self. Please stay safe while caring for others through the pandemic!

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