A beginning….

Last night I cried. In fact I didn’t cry, I wept. So upset, so down, so under attack did I feel, that it finally erupted in manic sobbing. I have never sobbed like I did then. Although it was a weekend of stress, verbal attacks and physical abuse, it was not the worst it has ever been. So why the sobbing this time?

I don’t have the answer, but I have theory. Being an adoptive parent (a forever dad) is more stressful than I have ever realised. The years are finally taking their toll on me as the kids grow into adolescence. As a man I prefer to go it alone – do it on my own. I don’t believe that is possible any longer.

Yet confidentiality and family relationships mean getting that support in everyday life is tough. This blog is an attempt at therapeutic retelling of the stories and hopefully some sharing with other adoptive parents via the web.

Join me on the journey….