Adoption tracing is an emotional minefield
My oldest first cousin, Stephen, was removed, at age four, from his mother and adopted to the USA. My Aunt Kate asked me to find her son. I will never forget the day I had to tell her that her only son had died three years earlier in very sad circumstances. I believe she lost the will to live after that.
I got involved in helping other adult adoptees and birth mothers to make contact with each other, but I learned very quickly I was involved in an emotional minefield. I received a solicitor’s letter from a birth mother who just did not want to know and threats from adoptive parents who resented any contact from birth families. Though there were some good stories and good endings I came across a lot more pain and sadness. I was left with an overwhelming feeling that adult adoptees were treated appallingly by the Irish state.