As early as I can remember, I thought or to be exact, believed that I was adopted. This was something I would comment about on the regular to my friends, or when hanging out with my family. Somewhere along the conversation I would throw in the phrase “I’m adopted”.
I never meant it as a mean comment directed at my family, in the likes of “you guys are so embarrassing, I don’t want to be related to you” or that I want to ‘disown’ you. More than anything, it was a feeling like I just didn’t quite fit in. I felt like an imposter.(more…)