As an adoptee, I often wondered as I was growing up who my birth parents were and what the circumstances were surrounding my birth. Was my mother a beautiful movie star? Was my father a famous athlete? Did they tragically have to give me up for adoption for some crazy reason?
Deep down, I knew none of those fantasy scenarios were likely to be true. But I also didn’t know what was. And that made me uncomfortable and insecure. I had control over none of it, mind you. I was just a baby that was born who was placed for adoption. The circumstances were the circumstances. But even so, there are things I wish I knew before I uncovered the truth of my existence.