My story

I just found this site, there are some incredible stories.I have known since about the age of 10 that I was adopted. At first I was shocked and incredibly hurt, I was much of a loner then to find out my own parents didn't want me. Later, I felt guilty and felt I wanted to apologize but came to realize I didn't owe them that.I started to search in my late thirties, got involved in Parent Finders but had little to go on. Received non identifying information from the very conservative provincial government but no names, no dates, no places. The big break came when I told mom what I was doing, was really concerned that she would be hurt but didn't want to hide it from her.She had my mother's last name.:eek: The nurse had neglected to remove the wrist band when she handed me over, her super saw it and made a row but mom remembered the name. I knew my birth mother had been a bank clerk so was now looking for one by that name. The Parent Finder search coordinator lives in Victoria so had access to the B.C. Directory of the period at the provincial museum. No internet in those days.She found three candidates. The information on the first did not match what we had but who knows what my mother gave them.She drew a blank on the second. The woman was listed in the edition for the year before I was born but not the ones before or after, it was published every four years. She sent a letter to every family in the area by that name and got a response. The woman said I believe you are looking for my sister in law, what do you want? She did provide a number and contact was made. Diana called me the day after Christmas 1985 and said she had talked to a person she now believed to be my mother, I nearly fell off the chair. It was great fun searching but I never really believed we would be successful.We made contact and after a few minutes established it was the correct match. We met 6 weeks later after many letters and phone calls, very emotional for both of us.We had 20 years before she passed away, I loved her in a certain way but can't honestly say I liked her. Her alcoholic husband, not my father, passed on a few years after we met leaving her a very lonely and bitter individual. I am fortunate I was able to tell mom how much I appreciated everything she and dad had given me, I can't imagine being raised in that environment. I am now on a quest to locate my father and his family.