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Blue Skies

Life is not about finding yourself.
Life is about creating yourself.
George Bernard Shaw

I had an interesting start to life, one that has invisibly directed me. I WAS ADOPTED. I didn’t realise that being adopted meant that I would spend most of my life searching for who I was

I didn’t know that being adopted leaves you with a sense of being ABANDONED all through your life. Any loss triggers the abandonment and feels CATASTROPHIC EMOTIONALLY. 

It's no wonder I am specialist in grief and loss. 

Read my blog on adoption

I didn’t know being adopted would contribute to me creating DYSFUNCTIONAL RELATIONSHIPS time and time again. At 21, I had two children and a superbly dysfunctional partner. Of course, this relationship didn’t last. I ended up a single parent on my own for 8 years and back at my adoptive parents’ home.  I used this time to study for my first degree and to qualifying as a teacher.

 

You see, no matter what happens I always been good at turning a CRISIS INTO AN OPPORTUNITY.

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I spent 18 (mainly fabulous) years as a primary school teacher where I created a good many bonkers creations that brought myself and the children great joy, and memorable learning experiences. I LOVE CHILDREN. They’re honest, unpredictable and live in their imagination as genius creators. Every planned day turned into TALES OF THE UNEXPECTED. I’ve had the privilege to love and laugh wildly with each child I’ve taught.

Maybe my most memorable project was a global exchange I set up with two Fe Y Alegria schools in Peru. One in the city of Lima and one in the foothills of the Himalayan mountains. I had the privilege to teaching in both schools. 

 

These people were POOR people yet they still found something to give. 

 

This trip changed my life!

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I did along the way meet my husband and most of our 18 years marriage was hilarious. HE HAD HIS WAY OF LOVING AND I HAD MINE; worked well while I was consumed with teaching. I got a glimpse the evening I was married, this relationship was potentially doomed.  In the end, the demon ALCOHOL PUT A STEAK IN THE HEART of the marriage.

 

We still get on well now, support each other and share our dogs. I  have learnt NOT TO RESENT as that is a quick way to create a dysfunctional mind and body.  I am grateful of the time we had together.

Unsurprisingly, after my marriage I managed to get into a relationship with a SEX & PORN ADDICT which ended up with me experiencing betrayal trauma - I didn't even know this existed.

 

In trying to work out what the hell was going on, I started my own investigation project on sex and porn ... of which I am still actively involved in and I'm presently knee deep in a psychosexual studies course. I've learnt some things I really wish I'd known years ago.

 

Shockingly the average age a child watches porn is 11 now. Yet everything I've read says the same thing - Parents are not talking about sex and porn with their children and schools offer limited sex education, particularly about pornography.  I am now on a mission to promote open, informative sex and porn talk. I am neither for or against porn but how about we let children know this isn't a true reflection of a relationship or that porn is only one small slice of the sex pie.

 

Read my blogs on being a partner of a sex and porn addict

2015 was the year I decided I would change everything ... my job … my community … my hair … my home … my husband.

 

I knew I couldn’t carry on working as a teacher as it had become an arena of unrealistic expectations. I was feeling TOTALLY BURNT OUT. Within two days of the whisper entering my head about leaving teaching, I was enrolled on counselling training and sat in a lesson at night school!  Yes, my life moves like this. 


 

Later that year my son in law suddenly died; I was a wreck feeling burnt out and regretting all those times I had chosen work over my family. The GUILT WAS HEAVY. I left teaching and the community I had served with my heart for 18 years. I experienced the grief of these two losses for years and never denied the waves of pain when they arrived. If I cried, I cried. Now those tears have been transformed into tears of gratitude as I can see how these losses have truly benefited my life. All these TEARS HONOUR MY PAST.

2018 was the year I met my brother and family. 

 

Well, I wasn’t expecting to find all my family. I wasn't looking as I'd searched before and it got me nowhere. I found out I was related to nearly a whole village of welcoming, friendly people in Southern Ireland. AND THE MOST IMPORTANT PART I had the most amazing brother, sister in law and niece who (inconveniently) live in Perth, Australia. 

 

First picture ever with my big bro Aiden ... only by a year and an inch though. 

Not everybody gets reunited with their family and many adoptees go to their grave still searching. I am extremely grateful.

 

Read my adoption blog

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I've been through some twists and turns in life. Maybe you can relate to part of my story.

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