I’m adopted. No.
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And people wonder why I went to the other side of the planet to adopt.
Go to Hawaii and get your fake BC. You can be born in kenya and still get one.
I know 2 adopted kids that got their birth records and got in touch with the birth parents.
Both ‘reunions’ ended badly. Families ripped apart.
No
I’m not adopted but I think this would be fine as long as the “original parent(s)” and the adopted person agreed to provide the information. That way both parties can protect themselves if desired.
I have to go with yes on this. I know a couple of adopted people who can’t get ahold of theirs, and it’s a problem for them because they desperately need to research their medical history. There’s got to be an exception for that. Too much genetic illness to worry about.
They have to have a birth certificate or they can’t get a passport.
My father, born in Del Mar in 1902 had to sue the County of San Diego to get a birth certificate in order to get a passport.
Nope.
I adopted my son and got him a new birth certificate. He’s been mine since he was 7 days old. His drug-addicted birth mother left the hospital shortly after he was born and never went back. Little dude was born a month premature and jonesin’ for crack.
I’ll go through hell and high water, scorching the earth with lead-pipe cruelty to protect him from that POS.
He’s 7 now. The only Laotian in a family of flour-white folks. He knows, but doesn’t really comprehend or even care about the difference, which is fine w/ me. If he’s ever interested in learning about his past, I’ll tell him and not hold back the truth of the matter. Once he’s 18, if he wishes to chase down that rabbit, he’ll be warned that what awaits him is only heartache.