didn't want to keep threadjacking.
I have always known I was adopted. My older sister and younger brother (now deceased) were not adopted.
I have never had a great desire to meet the "natural" parents. By the way, I struggle with the terminology because truly there is my family (adoptive parents) and that other thing out there. The terms adoptive and natural are only used by me in this context.
While not knowing is always intriguing, I had no desire to search because I have seen things go bad with a friend who did, and frankly because I felt it disrespectful to my parents (adoptive).
What I did not know until about 8 or 9 years ago is I had another name. I was adopted at birth, placed 30 days later, and assumed my name is my name.
I was visiting my folks a few years back and my folks gave me a bunch of documents about the adoption including my birth name. first, middle, last name.... all different. weird. They told me they took no issue if I wanted to search and would understand, particularly with my health issues and the potential for starting a family. The funny part is the papers were always available to me, in with my baby book etc., I was just never curious about it.
I have not yet searched and probably never will. My ideal would be to hire an intermediary that would either gain legal access to the records (tough to do) or use good ol PI tactics to track them down. Then have them gather any and all info and give it to me sans names. In other words just get me the important stuff.
I carry no ill will towards the natural parents. They served me well placing me in the home I ended up with. I also rarely think about being adopted.
Funny.... I used to tease my cousin who is not adopted telling them they were and their real parents were going to take them away. It was so distant in my mind that I was adopted, yet like I said I always knew.
I have no doubt if you raise your child like my folks raised me it will never be an issue. And make no mistake, they are and always will be my family and one of my biggest fears in life is the enevitable day they pass.
