Throughout my childhood, I don’t think I ever really thought too much about finding my biological parents, probably because I knew at that time I couldn’t do anything about it anyway. That doesn’t mean I didn’t think about them though. I always wondered things. What did they look like? Did I look like them? What part of my genetic make up came from each of them? Would my personality be anything like them? I would especially think about such questions when I heard my friends at school talking about what they had inherited from their parents, whether positive or negative!
Category Archives: An Adoption Tale
I am adopted. Or at least I was adopted, thirty years ago when I was born. Sitting here today I’m not sure it’s representational of me anymore. I don’t feel like an adopted child, in fact to be honest, I don’t think I ever really have. But I especially don’t now, not now I am living in the reality of having all my parents, adopted and biological in my life. It’s been a long long journey, I guess really from the minute I was born to now, but especially over the last few years it has been an emotional ride where so much has happened and taken place, and as a result I have grown and changed, for the better. I feel complete and whole.