I've known that I was an adopted child for as long as I can remember. I'd known little of the circumstances however.
With a growing list of heart problems, even a heart attack earlier this year, I broached the subject of finding my birth family with my adopted parents. They were surprised that I had not already done so years ago; thinking it had been a private matter i'd not wanted to discuss with them. So I had their blessing to search out my roots.
i was put in touch with a division of Barnados who specialise in such matters. Several months later and I was presented with a comprehensive dossier of my birth and adoption. Crucially, for the first time, I had my father's name. I'd already known my mother's name but had drawn a blank everywhere I'd searched.