It was 1970, a time when adoption, especially international adoption, was navigated with less understanding than it is today. Concepts like the significance of bonding between a baby and its mother during the first year of life were not as widely recognized or prioritized.
Attachment, the emotional bond between a child and their primary caregiver, is now known to play a pivotal role in shaping our relationships and emotional well-being. My early life was marked by a series of caregivers â from a birth family to a police station to a hospital ward to an orphanage and finally to a foster home â before being escorted to the United States by representatives of an adoption agency to meet my adoptive parents. This early experience laid the foundation for the complex web of attachment issues I would grapple with throughout my life.
In those tricky teen years and my early 20s, I struggled with trust in my relationships. I was continually searching for assurance, for tangible signs that the people in my life would remain steadfast, that our connections would endure the inevitable storms. Looking back, I recognize this was a dance with fear â the fear of being forgotten, of being alone. Unintentionally, I placed those around me under the microscope of my insecurities, seeking constant validation of their affection and commitment.
As I edged toward my late 20s and into the thick of my 30s, something in the way I handled relationships shifted. Rather than being anxious, I became avoidant. Unconsciously, I began ending relationships when I felt the other person got too close to me. Letting someone in felt not just uncomfortable, but emotionally unsafe. Pulling back whenever
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