I'll give you a brief run down of things so far. I don't want to bore you, so will keep it super short, just the players and such.
My name is Sarojini. I was born in Mankalum, Sri Lanka in 1981 to a young unmarried Tamil girl and not surprisingly, she was given little choice but to give me up for adoption. Which is fine. The alternatives don't bear thinking about. I am grateful every day that I have this life. I know that sounds like a bad cliche but it's true. Unless you have the chance to really contemplate what life 'could have been like' you do spend a little of each day silently thanking the people that adopted you for the life you have. I don't know if all kids who are adopted feel that way, but that is certainly the way I feel about my family.
I have an amazing family who love me and support me and have never treated me any differently to how they treated each other (no matter how special I wanted to be). I grew up in Kingston, a small suburb south of Hobart in Tasmania, one in a family of six.
Mum and Dad are Pam and Michael Jacobson. They are amazing people who gave us everything we needed growing up and always supported our decisions and guided us through the good and nasty bits to help shape who we are now. Pam has given me her version of events to share here. It's an amazing story and not just because it's about me. I will post very soon.
My siblings are amazing and because of the age gap (brothers Craig and David are 43 and 42, sister Melanie is 38) it was almost like having extra parents. My sister was my idol growing up. I wanted to be just like her. She is still the coolest and most beautiful person I know. My brothers were the reason I know why it's so important to be there for your mates. Craig and David were best friends growing up and their solidarity to each other was admirable to say the least. We lost David 6 years ago this March after 10 years of mental illness, the only blip on the radar of my almost perfect family.
Now we are all grown up, my parents have seven grandchildren, one of them being my daughter The Divine Miss E. I live in Melbourne away from the rest of my family which kills me a bit, but I am married to a great guy (Martin) who loves me and supports me just like my parents and siblings do. I have a wonderful group of friends who are my extended family. I miss being around my sister and brother and their kids, but holidays are great and they are never more than a phone call away. We have always been close, distance doesn't change that.
So that's who we are. Not extremely exciting I know, but it's a place to start... If you want to know more (like, really need to pry) just ask
My name is Sarojini. I was born in Mankalum, Sri Lanka in 1981 to a young unmarried Tamil girl and not surprisingly, she was given little choice but to give me up for adoption. Which is fine. The alternatives don't bear thinking about. I am grateful every day that I have this life. I know that sounds like a bad cliche but it's true. Unless you have the chance to really contemplate what life 'could have been like' you do spend a little of each day silently thanking the people that adopted you for the life you have. I don't know if all kids who are adopted feel that way, but that is certainly the way I feel about my family.
I have an amazing family who love me and support me and have never treated me any differently to how they treated each other (no matter how special I wanted to be). I grew up in Kingston, a small suburb south of Hobart in Tasmania, one in a family of six.
Mum and Dad are Pam and Michael Jacobson. They are amazing people who gave us everything we needed growing up and always supported our decisions and guided us through the good and nasty bits to help shape who we are now. Pam has given me her version of events to share here. It's an amazing story and not just because it's about me. I will post very soon.
My siblings are amazing and because of the age gap (brothers Craig and David are 43 and 42, sister Melanie is 38) it was almost like having extra parents. My sister was my idol growing up. I wanted to be just like her. She is still the coolest and most beautiful person I know. My brothers were the reason I know why it's so important to be there for your mates. Craig and David were best friends growing up and their solidarity to each other was admirable to say the least. We lost David 6 years ago this March after 10 years of mental illness, the only blip on the radar of my almost perfect family.
Now we are all grown up, my parents have seven grandchildren, one of them being my daughter The Divine Miss E. I live in Melbourne away from the rest of my family which kills me a bit, but I am married to a great guy (Martin) who loves me and supports me just like my parents and siblings do. I have a wonderful group of friends who are my extended family. I miss being around my sister and brother and their kids, but holidays are great and they are never more than a phone call away. We have always been close, distance doesn't change that.
So that's who we are. Not extremely exciting I know, but it's a place to start... If you want to know more (like, really need to pry) just ask
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