1st January 2021. Party’s Over.
Is this what it’s like to discover as an adult, that the parents you thought were yours, weren’t in fact yours at all?
A chasm has opened up in me about identity; who I am; where I am; who I’m connected to; what connections, community, solidarity means. As if I’ve been newly informed that between 1973 and 2020 I was the child of a mistaken parent; a sham adoption. And it’s not okay. I want my family back. I’m not at all sure that I like this newly shrunken home; this island that swims in so much pomposity.
Where do I go with this sadness now that the genie cannot be put back in the bottle?