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Charla Huber: My experience as a child of the Sixties Scoop

Many readers know I was adopted at birth and adopted by a non-Indigenous family. Through this, I am someone who has walked in two worlds my entire life, not ever feeling like I fully belong in either.
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A Sixties Scoop rally in Toronto in 2011. CRYSTAL LUXMORE, FLICKR CC VIA THE CANADIAN ENCYCLOPEDIA

Many readers know I was adopted at birth and adopted by a non-Indigenous family. Through this, I am someone who has walked in two worlds my entire life, not ever feeling like I fully belong in either.

All my life I have had Indigenous people stop me on the street and ask me where I am from, and I could never answer. I knew I was Indigenous, but never knew what community I was from. No one had the information to tell me.

As a child, I had a poster map of sa国际传媒 that identified Indigenous communities across sa国际传媒 with imagery. I spent many hours looking at the poster and wondering where I was from.

In my early 20s, I filed to have my 颅adoption records opened and started 颅connecting with Indian Affairs, hoping to get more answers. My adoption records did not provide any information and the government told me I was not Indigenous, but Swedish. I later learned my biological mother was adopted by a Swedish family, and that is how that landed on my records. My biological mother is not Swedish. She is also a product of the Sixties Scoop.

It hurt when the government told me I聽wasn鈥檛 Indigenous, but I know the people processing the paperwork didn鈥檛 have any information to tell me. Knowing that didn鈥檛 make it any easier.

About six years ago, I connected with some biological family and learned my roots are from Fort Chipewyan, Alta., about 200 kilometres north of Fort McMurray. I took a DNA test that confirmed I was 50 per cent Indigenous, with both First Nations and Inuit roots. My biological mother does not know where she is from, and never disclosed who my biological father is.

The only truth I鈥檝e ever known about myself is that I am Indigenous, even if that truth leaves me with many empty answers.

I often say that being Indigenous is something you feel in your heart, and that鈥檚 what matters. I do feel it in my heart, and I remind myself being a part of the Sixties Scoop is an Indigenous experience in itself.

A few years ago, I decided to add my name to the list of people on the Sixties Scoop Settlement. The Sixties Scoop 颅Settlement explained it best by saying: 鈥淏etween 1951 and 1991, First Nation and Inuit children were taken into care and placed with non-Indigenous parents, where they were not raised in accordance with their cultural traditions nor taught their 颅traditional languages.鈥

Recently, I received a letter stating I had been accepted into the Settlement. Being included means it is the first time that I am viewed as Indigenous in official documentation.

Receiving the letter was validation for which I have waited my entire life.

To me, it is not about money. The 颅validation has a far greater impact on my wellbeing and healing. I am not upset with either my adoptive or biological families. I聽know that people all made choices as best they could at the time.

For me, I choose to focus on moving 颅forward. I have been able to take my 颅experiences of walking in two worlds and make change in the community, and that is something I am proud of.

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