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“I was removed at birth and taken in by a wonderful non native family. I got as good a start in life as possible being accepted into this family as one of their own, I learned many good things their ways offered and was loved too. I was in my early teens when I began learning my true identity, this brought a feeling of great emptiness that I did not recognize for a long time. I found my way back to our people and began to feel some happiness spending time with them, despite all the dysfunction and chaos that my life was. I tried to fill that void with many external things and hit the black road hard. I met my birth family in my late twenties and began getting to know my origins and identity. It was once I was given the gift of recovery and began learning more of where we came from and truly learn the old ways. Lack of language is a block to accessing some of this and am a slow learner being away from my language speakers. Even after 20+ years of recovery and a lot of fires to walk through in healing there is still major lingering effects of the losses experienced in being taken away. Life is much better but the damage still rears its ugly head much too often, there is much work to be done for the rest of my days. Happy to be here with others who have been on the same journey, Pilamaye yell!”  By: Russell

 

“Some of us were put up for adpotion but were never adopted, i ended up in many different placements accross Canada and never new my own Nationallity, i was 32 when i found my family and 37 when i met them, i come from a historical line of people on both sides of my blood, thats when i finally became proud to be alive. I was extreamly suprised to find out that my life was all a mistake that shouldnt have been, there are more then a thousand people in my family!” By: Michael


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  • My mother was only 15. My grandmother and auntie were with her at the hospital when she was ready to deliver. I had a big family – lots of uncles and cousins – I am told that they were willing to support my young mother. My great grandparents only spoke Mohawk – he was a basket maker and they were from Akwesasne/St.Regis Territory.

    Immediately after birth, I was taken by the nurses to be cleaned. My family never saw me again. They had to leave the hospital without me.

    I was raised by a non-native family in Niagara. My adoptive mother spent most of her life in the psychiatric wing. Depression and suicide was common in her family. I left home at 14 and put myself back in foster care until I was old enough to live on my own. I sought out my birth mother the minute that I turned 18. It happened fast – she was already looking for me, too.

    My mother died at 54 years old – so I didn’t know her very long.

    I don’t understand how people can live with themselves knowing that they stole children from women. I’ll never understand.