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She was upset because I had not shared that I was adopted. I explained that being adopted for me was just a small part of who I am and that for me it does not have a daily impact on my life. We talked about the differences we each shared about adoption. She was curious about how I found peace and dealt with it. I do not know how it came about for me. I believe that she got struck in the thoughts of what could have been if she was not adopted and that had taken over her life. There are phases, feelings and thoughts that you have when dealing with being adopted, which they are all natural. The problem arises when we cannot move beyond a phases, feelings or thoughts... more

Being adopted is not a subject I spend a lot of time talking about in my day to day life. My good friends now that I am adopted, I talk about it with them when they ask me questions. My best friend has a daughter that the child’s bio father has never seen her and being part of her life in any way. So, she ask me a lot of questions about how to discuss, how much to discuss with her. She has been concerned about things her daughter has asked her as she has gotten old, so we have talked about adoption a lot and the feeling of a loss that her daughter feels. When my close friends ask questions about me being adopted, I answer and do not mind talking bout being adopted.

People that I... more

I may have been adopted, but it is not who I am. I am more than that, maybe by personal choice, because I was adopted by parents that loved me or maybe both. Not every adopted child is that lucky. Reality is there are a number of bad, uncaring, and even abusive parents in this world, both adoptive and biological parents.

Being adopted changed things for me and in my life, but not life, the child I was or the adult that I have become. Kind of sounds silly?? Yes, I was different than most children in my school, I had questions, I was confused but at the end of the day I was still the same kid brushing my teeth staring back at myself. I even had thoughts and issues to work through... more

You would be surprised at how many times I’ve been asked this question. Occasionally by people that I am not close to (which is another whole subject in itself). I hate being asked this question for a lot of reasons. First, my adoptive mom and dad are my real parents. What exactly does” real parents” mean? What, are my adoptive parents pretend, or just filling in? To me this is a sad way the general public views adoption and the people that are involved in adoption.

To me my real parents are the ones that were there when I was sick as a child, the ones to help me buy my first car, the ones to take me to church, the ones who taught me love and how to be loved, they... more