Hi - fascinated reading this thread, and I hope I'm not too late weighing in! I was born in Assisi in 1961; my mother Angie, who was only 17, nearly died having me. About eight weeks after I was born, I was taken up to Southwark for adoption and for the next thirty years, that chapter of my life was lost. But I contacted the Catholic Children's Society in 1996 and they sent me a dossier (amusingly they insisted I go to St Francis' Hospice in Manchester to pick it up, so Sister Philomena could 'offer counselling if needed' - how things change!)
I managed to track down Angie and we had eight great years of knowing each other before she passed too young in 2004. She even met my adoptive parents, at my daughter's christening, and their long conversation deep into the night in a Sale hotel was a cherished memory for both my mums for the rest of their lives. I have two sisters, nieces and nephews and now a goddaughter I would never have had, if I hadn't taken the chance to track her down. I've also met, and still see, my natural father; I have, to be honest, been incredibly lucky.
I'd love to hear from anybody who was at Assisi at the same time as Angie; like a number of the mothers who have been courageous enough to post on this site, she was reluctant to talk about her time but it sounds like they were worked hard and treated, if not as badly as in the infamous Magdalene Laundries, then certainly with far less sympathy and understanding than they deserved. But Angie put the experience behind her to find, eventually, a wonderful husband and enjoy over 25 years together with him. I was with her at the end and she was, I think, really happy to have her family round her.
Mike