When I was writing the posts about my adoption I did let my sister know first. She replied with full support and that it was a good idea. I tentatively asked if she would like to share how she felt about finding out she had an older sister that had been adopted. Her is her story... I was brought up with both my biological parents and 2 brothers (one older and one younger), but even from an early age I felt like something was missing, I remember many conversations with my mum along the ... VIEW POST

I never had a burning desire to find my roots. I had never felt something was missing in my life. I wasn’t bitter about being put up for adoption or wanted answers to why. My adoptive parents had brought me up to never judge, presume or resent. I am one of those awful people that in a middle of a crisis, points out all the positives of the situation, sees both sides of the story and is in general positively annoying. There were two factors that did change my mind and start me on my hunt ... VIEW POST

Being asked what it’s like to know I am adopted was probably the question I was asked the most as a kid. Some children are told they are adopted when they are older. Some grow up never knowing. I was brought up being told I was special as I was chosen. Sounds like something out of a superhero story. But trust me I have no special powers like being able to shoot red lasers from my eyes and yes I did spend a whole summer trying. I also don’t have people looking up to me as the chosen one to ... VIEW POST