I should probably namechange, but most people who know me in RL don't come on this board so i can't be arsed! I am 48 today and was adopted when I was 6 weeks old from an Irish "home for unmarried mothers". I have had a really happy life, wonderful adoptive family (sadly mum died 8 years ago), and think I am generally pretty well adjusted about the whole adoption thing. My sister (not blood) traced her birth mother a few years back and it didn't end well. I have never had any desire to trace mine feeling that it would be disloyal to the wonderful parents who raised me. I'm not even sure why I am rambling on but I woke up this morning wondering if there was someone out there in the world today who woke up thinking "it's her birthday". The older I get the more likely it is that this women will no longer be alive, but it is a rather bizarre place to be.