I am adopted, my birth mother is now my friend - she lives only about 30 miles away - even though we are both originally from London we are both now in the SW of England.
I have 3 half siblings, 2 of whom I have met one still to meet.
I grew up knowing that I was special and had been chosen by my parents, unlike the rest of humanity who had to take the child they were given!!
When I was pregnant myself I began to understand the complexity of giving up a child and decided to trace my birth mother. Sadly my adoptive mother had some serious mental health issues, many of which I now suspect were connected to the fact that she did not have children born to her. She would have been destroyed to think that I needed to find by birth mother and would have perceived it as her having failed in some way as a mother. I finally met S about 6 years ago, after the death of my adoptive mother, and we have maintained a relationship ever since.
When my son was born my husband and I decided not to have a second child but to adopt one, and we went through the adoption approval process.
As someone who was adopted I found it incredibly interesting and moving, sadly the social worker from the right on London borough we were with had difficulty in understanding our motivation, she insisted I attended counselling to explore the issues around my own adoption. Many of the others on the course did not understand why I wanted to adopt if I could have a child born to me.
It was like having a jigsaw with a couple of bits missing and then finding them and the picture being complete, all the questions are now answered.
Sadly I never met my father, however I do know that my son is the image of him!