Reading about this callous social worker sure hurts in the feels. I think this happens more than anyone can ever know. In other words, it is child trafficking.
The vintage file cabinet behind the social worker’s desk was filled with secrets, concealed documents, lies and cover-ups that contained the names, addresses and social security numbers of hundreds of adoptees and their birth parents, grandparents, siblings and biological family members. I wondered how many adoptees from closed adoptions around the world would like to see their records? It amazed me that a stranger knew everything about me. She had complete control over my files—documents to which I was denied legal access.
True story…when I was thirty years old I discovered the name of the social worker who handled my adoption. I telephoned her office and requested a meeting. The building was drab without windows, photographs, flowers or ornamentation of any kind. She was a spinster at the end of her career. Her hair exactly matched the color of her faded gray suit. She ordered me to sit on a…
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