It wasn't fabulous, but...

I can't say I'm absolutely, 100% glad I was adopted. I can say, though, that having read my non-ID information, I kind of think that even considering the circumstances of my adoptive family...I was probably lucky. I love my Amom. She always has been and always will be Mom to me. I know nothing else, having been adopted at 18 days old. She has told me that I was the only good thing that came out of her marriage to my Adad. She's a kind, supportive, and she very much worked at being a good mom. While my Adad had some rather large deficits as a human being, and he will NEVER be father of the year, he's still Dad. My mom had some sort of genetic issue with her eggs, or so she was told/told me, so no matter what, she wouldn't be able to have children biologically. (Considering she had pre-cancerous cells in her uterus when I turned 5, somehow that doesn't surprise me.) Dad apparently wanted to have his "own" children and my stepmom was willing to help him with that pursuit. (Part of the reason my parents divorced.) I am "blessed" with type 1 diabetes, adult ADHD, dysthymia, and what is perhaps a sensory processing disorder. Despite all that, it hasn't been bad. Not great, but not nearly as bad as the stories I've heard from other adoptees or even non-adoptees with seemingly awful parents. I don't hold grudges against my Bmom or my Adad. Choices were made, a long time ago, that I can do nothing about. I figure it just helps me to understand a greater number of people.