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Michael Schwerman adoption addiction

#flipthescript 11: Abuse to Adoption to Addiction to Affirmation

Only recently did Michael Schwerman realize that being adopted at age 12 by a step father was not nothing — as he’d always thought — nor was the difficult relationship he’s had with his mother. He’s figuring out that instead, the circumstances around his adoption and rejection shaped his life and affected his future.

Adopted people are taking over the microphone in this space during November for National Adoption Awareness Month.

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The Adoption

I have very few memories of my bio dad, Lyle. I know that he served in Korea, was a little league coach, and led a quiet life.  He was a general laborer who lived paycheck to paycheck. He and my mom split up when I was little.  My bio dad was a good man, despite his drinking and womanizing. Of course it made sense I’d follow in his 6’6″ footsteps.

My mother remarried in 1974 to a salesman from Chicago whom she met in Wisconsin Dells, Wisconsin. My step-father, Ron, had swept her off her feet with his big city ideas and plans. She would never have to work another day in her life for he believed that the man of house provided for his family. He adopted me in 1976 when I was 12, which means Lyle, for some reason, had given up his rights to me.

The Abuse

Like Lyle, Ron was a basically good man. Fair, yet firm. Protective, even. Who did he protect me from?

My mother.

My mother is and was an interesting person. She never took me to the dentist and told her friends I was the “mistake” on the way to Florida in late 1962. Thanks mom, love you too… I used to wet the bed and to teach me a lesson, she’d hang my soiled sheets outside for all the small town folks to see. I once came home bloody and dirty (how I spent most summers) and seeing me in my condition, she whacked me over the head with a hair brush to continue my lessons.  Couldn’t she just kiss it and make it all better?

We moved to Chicago right after they married. I left everything I knew (small town of 200) and moved to be with 3 million new people… new people that were nothing like small town me. I went to a private religious school and learned about God.  We lived in a 13 story building that was right on Lake Michigan. I’d walk by myself several blocks to buy my Batman and Ironman comics. Then it was time to move again.

The Addiction

We moved back to Wisconsin to another religious school. I graduated with less than average grades (the start of being a failure to my new dad) and at 18 my drinking began. I went to college (Associate of Arts, not Associate of Science that Ron wished for) and met my “soulmate” in 1985… Why didn’t I know it then? She will ALWAYS be the one that got away.

I got my DUI in 1989, continuing on the path of failure my parents saw me on.  I got remarried in 1996 and divorced in 2001 and my drinking really ramped up. Then my bankruptcy REALLY made my parents proud of me in 2007. My father passed away shortly after that and my mother said I ruined her name by being bankrupt.

While in my studio apartment, I began to horde empty beer bottles due to being totally ashamed of my drinking and what I had allowed it to cost me: two marriages, a daughter I barely know, and the mother who never wanted me from day 1. I had a little path that became my walk of shame every day. I hated coming home and never opened my blinds. I hated myself and what I had become: my bio father.

I asked “God” to save me because I couldn’t save myself.

The Affirmation

So on Friday, October 24th, 2014, God must have plugged up my shower drain. I’m a maintenance guy and I couldn’t fix it.  Funny, I can fix almost anything, except myself. So my landlord came in to fix the drain and saw how I was “living”.

He asked me if I was okay. Not really, I said. We talked outside for an hour and I cried like a baby. He supported me. He talked with me, never to me. That Sunday I took my last drink.

 By February of 2015 my apartment was clean and my blinds were open. My affirmation came on day 2 of my sobriety when I went for my 4 mile run and my feet never touched the ground. I knew I “had it.” I was free of alcohol and the shame I had carried for so many years.

I made amends with friends and family (though my mother still hates me and said that if I ever stopped at her house again, she’d have me arrested) Thanks mommy… Love you too.

Michael Schwerman adoption addictionIn the end, I’m a better ex-husband and am getting to know my 18 year-old daughter. I ran 4 marathons in 2015 and will complete 5 this year. I have an amazing career with the local school district and am a caregiver at a senior living facility. The feeling of not being wanted and abused fuels me to make sure I care for others.

 I’m a product of abuse, adoption and addiction.  The symptoms of these afflictions are sometimes hard to see and cure, but at last, I’m okay with their side effects.


Michael Glen Schwerman stands at 6’5″ and is a marathon runner, custodian, and caregiver. He wears size 17 shoes.


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Lori Holden, mom of a young adult daughter and a young adult son, writes from Denver. She was honored as an Angel in Adoption® by the Congressional Coalition on Adoption Institute.

Find Lori’s books on her Amazon Author page, and catch episodes of Adoption: The Long View wherever you get your podcasts.

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7 Responses

  1. Size 17! 😉 What to say to such a wonderful, yet heartbreaking story! Thank you for sharing it. May love surround you every day!

  2. A beautiful story. Thank you for sharing it and wishing you many more moments of amazement, joy and light as you continue on this new chapter. It’s already inspirational.

  3. Thank you for sharing your story with us. I am glad you found your peace and are able to share your experiences, passion and love in service to others. I once heard that your karma (what happens to you) becomes your dharma (your passion). Your story highlights this for me. Again, thank you for sharing this gift.

  4. Wow Michael, that is so impressive!!! Thank you for sharing your story. I don’t think I could have been as strong had I endured all that. God bless you!

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