So I'm 30. Yeah, rah rah. And as a belated birthday gift (I guess), I get this in the mail... an official record of final adoption decree. Official. On some old school carbon paper typed on a typewriter. With a judge's signature. In blue ink.
Okay. So Nosey McNosey dials 411 and gets a phone number for the attorney listed on the form. He calls me back, and after I explained the situation, he said that he no longer had records from that far back. **sigh** Great. Okay, so I called the circuit court and they were able to find my actual file **gasp** BUT... IT'S SEALED. So now I have to get a court order to have it unsealed so I can find out what chickenhead woman gave birth to my crazy ass.
Damn the bureaucracy!
9 comments:
WOW!! How bizarre, though, that you have to unseal your own records. I would be like BUT IT'S MINE!!
OMG! I wouldn't be able to sleep knowing that I'm thisclose to knowing! :)
Wow!!! That's awesome! Do you really want to know?? Are you ready to find out?
Ditto@ Jam. WTH!?!?!
Anyway, you're moving forward and that's always good. Keep us posted.
Jam - yeah they say it's for the protection of both parties. In the unlikely event that they're millionaires and I'm after their money, ya know? I say pish posh.
PAJNSTI - it switches up my boring ass life!
Stace - not really. I'm really just interested in my medical history.
V - will do :)
Have u seen the documentary DMC did about finding his birth mom? It was just on VH1 again this weekend. Incredible. I got so swept up into the rollercoaster. *blog hug* :)
hello love,
new post. thanks.
love,
me.
oh & wise is right. you sooooo have to see that. it was bomb.
Yeah, I guess. I just have very different reasons for wanting my information. I haven't seen it, but I can only assume that he was lookiing because he genuinely wanted to make a connection. Sadly, I'm just nosey. And worried for my babies :)
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