(The original D-Day is around the same time, June 6; too bad the Allies didn't head out five days earlier or I could re-use the name! I will admit that as excited as I am, this incursion into the closed-adoption system is nothing compared to the storming of the Norman beaches.)
The Globe and Mail published a personal account yesterday by one Michael Geisterfer called "My Teenage Daughter's Pregnancy", and there was quite a spirited discussion in the comments.
While it's an interesting read, I think Mr. Geisterfer is quite wrong in comparing his situation at age 19 to his daughter's today. If my readings and conversations have convinced me of one thing, it's that the birth mother's experience of giving up the child is entirely different from the birth father's.
I'm not arguing men all disappear the moment they're told and are never affected by relinquishment; this is obviously false. But this article passes far too easily over the issue of what feelings the daughter might have faced after the birth, and there is probably a reason for that.
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