In a separate post, I mentioned tangentially:
I was writing up my piece on trauma because of a conversation with a friend and fellow adoptee; we were comparing stress symptoms, and discussing the health effects of stress. There is something disturbing in the idea of a body in a constant state of “fight or flight”, such that it destroys itself. Perhaps this is just a slower version of suicide; the body’s irrational final decision, overriding the objection of the rational mind….
I spent October and November writing about adoption thinking I was doing something cathartic; turns out not so much, to such a degree that I’ve advised myself to take a step back from it all. At the same time, I’ve spent the last six months playing dietary games trying to beat back a “pre-ulcerous condition” (I seem to have won this battle for the time being; if I never eat cabbage again it will be too soon). Perhaps the place I find myself compounds the day-to-day stress, and it’s not fair to lump it together with adoption issues, nor force that burden on others.
But my question is: Do you ever get the feeling that the stress of searching, seeking reunion, dealing with reunion, writing about adoption, etc. is causing physical symptoms, above and beyond the psychological? How do you deal with that?
My other question is: How do you handle the awful (and stressful) moment when the doctor asks you whether there is any “family history” of [fill in symptom(s) here]?