I was adopted 6 days after being born. I’m fairly certain I’ve always known. I vaguely remember as a kid my parents would read me books about adopted children. Admittedly, having been adopted messed me up for a while in my teens. Turns out birth giver just didn’t want me. That’s the honest reason. She had many kids after me. Kept all of them. Being older. I see the good of it now. But when I was about 15/16 and I found out my whole story. Honestly I felt a bit betrayed. And rejected. I had the unfortunate experience of meeting her when I was 17. And I’ve regretted it. The whole thing. Finding out why. Meeting her. It messed me up for a while. A lot of self esteem issues. But I worked through it. And it definitely assured me I was where I needed to be. My mom and dad are my mom and dad. The two who created me are just that. Nothing more. And honestly. I’m very thankful I’m adopted. Blessed, actually. I grew up with opportunities I never would have had had I not been given up for adoption.