On this date, 4/17/1963, Adults entered into a contract that limited my rights without my permission
Fifty-two years ago today I was born and immediately removed from my mother. My mother, and an adoption agency entered ==>>ME==<< into a legally binding contract without my permission but yet affects me for my entire life. Today I am going to not speak about how this contract affects my son and my four grandchildren, as well as the human rights issues in how my mother came to be involved in this contract to begin with. Today is about me. Today is about my rights.
I am a fifty-two year old woman who is not legally entitled to my own birth certificate. My own birth documents were sealed away upon my birth, and the contract signed by adults at the time of my birth say that I am not entitled to them. Lets skip past the part that I am in reunion with both sides of my family and of course my advancing age. What other infant can be the object of a legal contract that will affect them for their entire life? How can this odious practice begin to even meet the lowest of ethical standards for any institution?
Do parents have the right to obligate their infant into a contract that will last a lifetime? How about a parent who is offered assistance if they sign their infant up for military service? If that crazy analogy makes you say 'hell no!' then how can it be okay for the crazy circumstance that I was born into?
For those who want to dismiss any adoptee for demanding the right to their own birth documents, I would only say that privilege makes it difficult to see beyond your own circumstance. You have yours, so its no big-deal that others have no access to theirs. As far as you are concerned my water fountain is lovelier than yours so I should just STFU...right?
This is a civil and human rights issue. No one has the right to impose their legal contract on me, no one gets to say which of my own personal documents I have access to.
If you say that you support adoption, then please, support adoptees. Support equal rights for adoptees. Only 20% or so of our lives is spent as children. We are human beings and deserve the same rights as other citizens.
Support adoptee rights, no "mother may I', but true legislation that allows us the same rights as you.
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...but then again, history reveals that I am no arbiter of what is or is not appropriate.
Thank you for your kind wish 
Happy Birthday!
TYY
Thank your for your post and the information that is contained within. I am in reunion, and after the fact did DNA testing with 23&me to shut down a hateful sister. But I really don't want to discuss these issues within this post, but stay on the most basic level: I am not legally entitled to my own birth documents and this must change.
I do recommend DNA testing for all peoples denied their birth documents, but implore all of you to demand access to your own documents, to not accept that you are less then anyone else.
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conceived me and brought me into this valley of tears without my permission too! 
...way to miss the point, but thats okay
...just no
but have a nice day
Being a woman, and a mother yourself, can you not put yourself in her position?
In 1962 single mothers were rare and abortion was life threatening. She probably was a young woman, a girl, maybe, who just wanted to have this sad episode behind her. To start anew. Is this so bad?
She signed the adoption papers with a promise of secrecy that this birth would never come back to haunt her.
If it is only about a birth certificate, can one be issued, with all the details covered?
Yes, today we are all for adopted children to find their original family, for, at least, find out medical information, a bone marrow donor if needed.
I think that in many cases, the adoption agency contacts the mother and if she agrees, then there is a meeting.
And what about your adoptive parents? I hope that they were loving, caring ones. I hope that you've considered themselves your real parents. Parents are the ones who nurture us, who mold us, who are there when we fall and who cheer us when we fail.
I feel sorry for you and for your adoptive parents if you've carried this anger for all your lives. And, yes, I think your children and grandchildren deserve a better appreciation of what a parent is.
Yes, I can sympathize with your anger and a sense of helplessness, but I can empathize with your birth mother. Sorry.
It is your birthday, why not let it go, determine that, yes, life is to short to continue wallow in this anger?
I know half the story now - having found my birth mother, or rather, her other kids by the man she eventually married. Her husband was not my biological father. My biological mother is long dead. Nobody knows where my biological father is, and I have a name but I'm not sure it's for sure, since we're relying on the memory of my biological aunt, who's quite elderly - but remembers her older sister needing to get bigger clothes, and looking like she put on weight, and then she and their mom disappearing for about a week without giving any details.
Do you mean HIPAA? I'm against that where it applies to adoptees. What about the adoptee who needs a transfusion, or a transplant, or bone marrow donation? I think it's your birthright - to know literally what you're made of, to know what your biological heritage is. It could mean the difference between life and death. My recently-discovered siblings told me, straight out, that there was cancer in the family. And strangely enough, I was VERY glad to hear that! At least it was SOMETHING. It's the KNOWING. If you're lucky enough to have lived your life knowing where you came from (and from whom), then be glad. Be glad you have that sense of connection and continuity. You really won't know what it's like not to have that, because you probably take that linkage for granted.
I remember when I went back east to meet them all (my siblings). They held a party for me, and all their friends and neighbors came and wanted to see us together and hear my story, and how I found them. I actually related that particular anecdote about hearing there was cancer in the family and that incomprehensibly enough, it made me really happy to get that information. And you should have seen their faces! They were shocked. Some probably bewildered, others horrified! This was something they could not believe they just heard ("she's GLAD to hear about all those cancer situations?!?!?!?!?!?) And YIKES!!!! I had to jump in IMMEDIATELY and apologize and try to explain - "But Wait! You don't understand! It's not that I'm glad to hear all these extended family members had cancer! It's just so good FINALLY TO KNOW!!!!! It's the KNOWING after living my whole life up til then having no clue! I never had an inkling. I had no idea what might be in store. YOU probably take for granted that you know, for example, that your uncle has diabetes and your mom and grandma both had breast cancer, or there's mental illness in your family, or there's heart disease in your family or you've noticed that most of your relatives have high blood pressure, or the tendency toward osteoporosis runs through several generations of the women in your family, or whatever it is. You know that and it's just part of you and you don't really have to guess too much, and you know how to eat to avoid things and what to get tested for as you get older. You KNOW. You KNOW this stuff. You were born to it and some of it was as plain as the nose shapes on your family's faces that have repeated from generation to generation that you may not even take note of anymore.
Much to my relief, I saw their frowns and looks of shock start to relax and disappear. Suddenly, they got it - as far as where I was coming from. It's something they'd never really thought of before. And why should they? It simply wasn't their reality. They were born into all that. It was always just all around them all the time. Every family dinner. Every Christmas or Thanksgiving. Every Easter. Every birthday party with cousins your age and stuff. Some families go out on summer vacation together, or spent winter at the resort in the nearby mountains or whatever. And when that's your world, that's what you know. That's your template against which you compare everything else. How could you know any other way it might be?
For me personally, as an adoptee, I think I have a right to know. Heavens, seems to me, at least, that this is about as basic a human right as there is. But that's just me. If my biological mother had been alive, and had not wanted to meet me, I absolutely would have honored that. But I'm glad I know stuff now. As I watched both my parents struggle with some tremendously ferocious illnesses, every day I wondered "is that what's ahead for me? Should I be trying to change some dietary behavior or take supplements to ward off or delay a possible problem, and other questions. This starts to become increasingly important as one ages (she said, looking at "Year 62" coming up in a little bit). I hope your kids can be told at some point about the Parkinson's Disease. Seems to me they need to know what might be ahead for themselves - when they're old enough, that is. Don't know how old they are but certainly at the point they were ready to become parents themselves. If you know and know what to look for if there's an onset, you can forestall what's more likely than not your biological inheritance. It's like - if there's a history of lung cancer and pulmonary disease in your family, realizing that just might be what finally convinces you to give up smoking. "My mom and grandpa and Aunt Jeanie all had skin cancer. I better stay out of the sun." "I've had five uncles and two grandparents and a great aunt who were alcoholics. I'm NOT gonna drink!" Or possibly even "Parkinson's Disease in my family? What should I know now?"
Understand and sympathize with your honoring your husband's wishes. Sounds like he's doing okay - especially if no one knows about it unless they're specifically told. I hope that's how things stay for a LONG time! Yet I still do hope he changes his mind someday. With something as profound as Parkinson's Disease (in my opinion only), the kids eventually need to know.
Happy Happy Birthday, me b zola! 
Excellent op, a reasonable request that you should only have to make once.
