At first, I didn't think I heard her right and asked her to repeat what she had just said.
She exclaimed "Oh my God; they never told you!"
My adoptive family had never told me all those years that I had been adopted. I was in a state of shock for some time. It really 'rocked my world' and made me question so many things about my life. I had always been different in so many ways from my adoptive family: looks, personality, emotions, and even ways that I viewed life in general. In my early teens, I battled with mental illness when there was not much known about it like there is now.
My psychiatrist diagnosed me with adolescent depression, which was partially correct, but so much more seemed to be going on inside me. After my birth mother located me, I found out that depression, anxiety and panic disorder runs in my family.
At age 38, last year, I was finally diagnosed correctly and put on medication. I have never felt better in my life. I feel normal now!
Anyway, the point in all this is that I believe it would have helped me to know as I was growing up that I was adopted. I think it would have cushioned the blow of finding out from a friend at age 18, instead of my parents telling me all along. Also, there would have been the possibility that my adoption records could have been opened and my birth mother found when I was suffering so much from mental illness. She could have given information on family medical history.
I just think it's so important for adoptive parents to really do some soul searching and ask themselves if they want to be the ones to tell their child that they were chosen or if they want them to find out from someone else.