I am adopted.
These are the answers to all the questions people ask me when I tell them that I am adopted.
- I was adopted at just over two months old.
- I don't remember being told I was adopted, I just always knew.
- No, I don't want to meet my birth parents, although I would like some photos and a medical history (although, sometimes it's nice not knowing)
- No, my brother is not my biological brother, he was adopted too.
- Yes, I know my birth parents names.
- I know where I was born.
- I know what my name was before I was adopted.
- I feel lucky to have been adopted, I had a very secure childhood, and have great parents.
- I believe in nurture over nature (although nature plays it's part).
- Could I give a child up for adoption? No.
- I think things must have been pretty bad to give me up, so I am not angry, I am grateful, I have had a lovely family.
Being adopted does not define me, but it is part of me that I am content with.
My Dad told a story about when they went to get me. For a long time I thought they had gone to a sort of baby shop, I made this assumption because my two year old brother was with them, when they picked me up and he said 'she'll do', like there was a choice. It was only when I got older that I realised I was the only one. But this story made me feel so special, I felt wanted. And still do.