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What I experience, and have experienced all my life, is more like bereavement than depression. It's a feeling of loss. I don't seem to fit the normal categories of depression.
I was taken away from my mother as a baby and was in eight different foster homes and an orphanage in my first six months. Then I was fostered by my parents who had no plans to adopt, but t here was nowhere to send me back to. Adoption services in the UK were in a mess at the time. It wasn't like it is today. Finally the same people adopted me when i was six. I think it took a long time because my mother didn't want to sign the papers.
This year I've experienced a great deal of loss because my adoptive parents evicted me from their home after a bit of a row on Christmas Day evening. I moved to another part of the country and they don't want to see me at all. It was sudden and unexpected and for quite a long while I was suffering from stress. I'm living on my own for the first time, though have lived with friends and at university before. I hate living alone, but I had no choice and I'm not in a position to move now.
I've had other losses since I got here. The friend I made moved away, another friend has stopped contacting me and a major, major thing happened that's too involved to go into now, but involved losing someone I was attached to when I was 16-18, losing him and then finding him again. Now it looks like I've lost him again.
This is my first post apart from an introductory one earlier today.
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