I thought my “about the Author” page was boring so I have included a more comprehensive Biography page for those who would like to know a bit more about me.
I was born in the 60’s. My mother was a young 18-year-old “Pakeha” Scottish/British descendant. My Father, about the same age, is Maori with perhaps some mixed blood.
Back in the day, young Caucasian women who fell pregnant out-of-wedlock were actively encouraged by their families to abort or abandon their offspring. The quicker the better and young women would be herded out-of-town to visit a “Sick Aunt” before anyone in town noticed their predicament. So much for Free Love.
The “Sick Aunt” was in fact a home for unwed pregnant women. Here they would wait out the pregnancy, returning to their homes and families a short time after giving birth. Contact between the young mothers and their babies was not allowed post delivery. Bonding and the associated synaptic connections are not afforded these children.
I don’t think the family pressure was solely because of the mixed race element however, these were the days of Maori oppression. The indigenous kids would be whacked across the knuckles with a ruler by the teacher if they spoke their native tongue at school and interracial relationships definitely frowned upon. I think that my adoption reflected the families community standing and the customs of that era.
So here I am. An order of Adoption was issued 9 months later and my name changed to Kristin Henzler.
My parents adopted me after a number of years of failed pregnancy attempts. They had their first child, a girl, and desperately wanted more or at least one more child to feel they have completed their family.
We left New Zealand when I was 3, living in Fiji, Samoa and Santo- New Hebrides (Vanuatu). Dad worked for BP. 5 years after my adoption when we were living in Fiji, “surprise!” another girl was born. Our family consisted of Mum, Dad and 3 girls. I had a great lifestyle living in the islands. I was speaking the local language within months of arriving in a new country. In Fiji and Samoa I attended a local primary school. In Santo I attended a French-speaking primary school. What’s that saying about all good things? Mum and Dad separated and Mum took us kids back to New Zealand. Culture shock for a feral kid who no longer was free to roam around from sun up to sun down with little more than a pair of knickers on. I didn’t really care that I now had to wear clothes because it was f*ck*ng cold in New Zealand but the woollen jumpers I had to wear made me itch like crazy. See more here