My father was adopted at a young age - he and I have hardly ever discussed it . It’s caused him upset right through his life unfortunately . Man hands on misery to man etc .
My mum told me in my teens or so - I can’t remember what age . I do remember feeling hurt and confused and as if I didn’t belong for a while .
His biological mother died when I was a child, and I’ve never met his relations - and in truth, he hardly knows them either . I have three photos of his mother and a couple of her parents, and have spoken to her sister in law .
For me, that’s as far as I currently want to go with it . They’re polite enough as I am but I can’t call them my family, genetics apart .
My gran (via adoption) does not know that I know, and my Granda died without knowing too ... my uncles (his ‘brothers’) know - and I imagine their children too (certainly, one does!) . My aunt and uncle always call me their niece which is lovely .
I have the wobble sometimes when I think, my beloved nanny isn’t really my gran at all but she did all the grandparent things . In truth she was more of a grandmother to me than my biological maternal gran is ... My granda was the same - they loved my sister and I and never gave us cause to question it .
There is a photo of my gran and her sister that’s the spit of my sister and I which is a bit weird . I often forget that we shouldn’t look anything alike .
30 years of shared experiences, holidays and stuff with my gran and Granda ... vs a genetic tie to the others ... that’s the only way I can sort of understand it in my head ...