had the adoption agency said yes, i would never have existed

Despite great advances in our standard of living, technology, cultural acceptance and sexual openness, there is a problem in Australia that remains rooted in the past: adoption.
According to the Australian Institute of Health and Welfare (AIHW)
Adoption has decreased by 74 over the past 25 years.
Couples need years to adapt, and often choose to go overseas in order to reduce bureaucratic red tape.
Adoption remains a sensitive issue, especially in Australia, where we live in a stain on forced adoption and stolen generations. I’m an adoptee;
Actually a multinational adopter.
According to AIHW, about three of all adoption were children from overseas.
These numbers are also declining due to economic and social changes.
My own story is a failed adoption, an old world solution.
My parents are very, very lucky. But so was I.
My parents immigrated to Australia in 1956.
They got married 17 years, had three miscarriages and had no children.
The doctor could not find a medical explanation.
Constant attempts to get pregnant resulted in continued disappointment and tension in their marriage.
The social activities they used to be interesting began to get heavy and frustrating.
Each party has a bunch of rose-colored babies and sticky toddlers, as if the whole world was making fun of them.
They have been teaching mothers many times.
But not parents.
My parents finally considered the idea of adoption in 1973.
My mother is 43 years old.
Dad accepted the idea but did not want children from Australia.
He wants a Greek.
He told mom that parents can always find us if we adopt a child from Australia and then find them.
But if they are 10,000 miles away, in a country where official documents are lost like tourists, there is nothing to believe, which is safer for us.
So the mother flew to Greece with a mission: to visit Agios Stylianos in Thessaloniki.
This is an orphanage, a local abandoned home.
Her plan is to bring her case home with a beautiful Greek baby.
Dad stays in Australia and continues to work and make money for the upcoming newcomers.
Thessaloniki is a short train ride from our Florina village.
My mother met my father\'s cousin Nikos on the platform.
He will accompany her to the interview for support.
At Agios Stylianos, they were guided through a long, empty corridor into a room without windows.
A bald man with biro and clipboard, a lady with a thick folder, honeycomb-like hair and false eyelashes sitting next to a solid wooden table.
There was chalk and strong disinfectant in the room.
They asked Mom a bunch of questions that echoed in the room.
The focus of their interrogation is clear: how much property do you have? Do you have any other property? Do you have any legacy? Where do you work? How much do you have? But for your husband . . . . . . Wait.
The message is simple. there are no children of the poor.
Mother cleared her throat and sat in front.
She is ready for this moment.
This is her chance to become a mother and save her marriage.
She said in the voice of her best spokesperson that my husband and I don\'t have much wealth to offer.
But what we can offer is our heart.
We come from a good family and are the most loving parents.
We think it is more important than wealth.
The bald man glanced at his mother on his black horn. rimmed glasses.
She looked at her reflection twice.
He could have written everything she said, or made his own judgment on her character, or written down his shopping list.
The false eyelashes fixed the mother with a synthetic gaze and said nothing.
Baldy spoke to Nikos as if he were his mother\'s husband.
She corrected the misconception.
Your husband is not here today, said the bald man.
Where do you want to take this kid . . . . . . Australia, did you say, \"they can\'t fully understand the situation-a woman who doesn\'t have a husband asking to take their precious Greek baby to the other side of the world.
Baldy ordered his biro and stood up to thank mom and Nikos for their time.
False eyelashes escorted them down the long corridor, and their footsteps echoed in the cold banquet.
She took mom and Nikos out of the building and made sure they left the house.
A thick double wooden door slammed behind them;
Mom heard the latch.
Mom finally explained it to Dad.
But first, she told her family in Florina.
Her brother Savas listened quietly.
Finally, he said, \"Do you want me to give you a child ? \" Savvas proposed to have another child for his sister and husband and bring it to Australia as their own child
Mother is speechless.
Savas and his wife Anna already have two teenage boys.
Mother returned to Australia to discuss the proposal.
Her husband agreed at once.
Before she could send the news to Greece, she received a letter from her sister: \"Anna is pregnant.
If you want a child, write it right away.
Otherwise, they will terminate their pregnancy.
Mom didn\'t write fast enough.
She sent the letter to wait.
Her prayers are answered-the child will be left behind.
She will fly back to England in 1974.
In order to arrange the necessary visas, etc. , there is a lot of paperwork ahead, but an agreement has been reached.
According to AIHW, there are a total of two adoption visas (subclass 102)
Sent to Greece on 2013. 14.
It was arranged by Greece, not by Australia.
With the recent Greek economic crisis, it is now reported that abandoned babies have appeared all over the country, abandoned in maternity wards, bundled in pillowcases, or packed
Perhaps this will change the adoption rate.
Humanitarian crises usually occur.
But this is my story.
If it\'s easy to adopt, it\'s me.
I would have . . . . . . Nothing.