I'm in a parallel situation to the OP, I was adopted at a young age and at last count as far as I know there are:
( denotes that they are aware of my existence)
*Children to bio mother and father:
Other Children to bio mother* (to same father):
Other children to bio father:
Mother1:*
Mother 2:
There could well be more
This has all come about through some fairly amateurish online detective work over the last ten - fifteen years. I alternate between being morbidly fascinated and terrified of making any further contact.
Every aspect of it continues to be a huge factor in wrecking my mental health from time to time once you mix in a lot of the other stuff that often comes with adoptive families of our vintage; attachment disorders, guilt around "betrayal" of your adoptive family, oscillating between wanting to distance yourself from it all and then getting drawn back in.
I would love to think it was as simple as getting in touch and everything would be "rosy" but I seriously doubt it - my limited contact with those that are asterisked above, despite our best intentions is often stilted and awkward as each time it raises difficult issues for all of us.
The biological father it seems abandoned the two brothers at a very young age, I could contact them at the click of a mouse, but what purpose would it serve? What baggage do they carry around because of that behaviour - I don't know? The same with the second set of sisters - brought up hundreds of miles from me and possibly unaware of their fathers behaviour, while part of me would like retribution against him, to what end would that be? Why bring pain and chaos into their lives?
Through the power of Facebook you can covertly see how we are all connected - a mutual friend here and there, a resemblance in a photo - it just throws up so many conflicts but most of all how is it going to affect the people that have always been there for me and truly loved me without question? The lovely, kind, now elderly couple that brought me up and are "mum and dad" regardless? How is it repaying them by continuing to look for something else? We try to discuss it with them, explain the pain and they can't wish it away for me, all they ever wanted were children of their own.
It makes me feel like the worst person, as if I'm trampling on everything that they've done, without question each time I go down the path of looking for more information. I don't know what to do any more, I have my own partner and children to focus on now and parents and family that always have and always will love each other regardless and test I still keep wanting that missing piece. Thanks for reading if you've got this far, it was good to get it out, I hope I haven't derailed the post. I hope you all find peace in some way.