I have always known that I was adopted. As a child, it really didn't matter much. My sister, who is 13 years older, and also adopted (not from the same BP's) has always known too. Our aparents were very open with that, but not forthcoming with any other info.
My aparents were in their 50's when I was adopted. My afather raised me as a tomboy, and a Yankees fan. I had a good life, until my afather passed away when I was 8. My amother and I have spent the last 31 years locking horns.
Honestly, she did as well as she could considering what an awful teen I was.
It wasn't until I had children of my own that I began my search.
It was then that I was asked all of those "family medical history" questions, that I had no answer for.
Fortunately, my children are healthy and all is well.
I have been searching for 14 years. Some days I don't think about it....and some days, I look in the mirror, and wonder who I look like, what nationality I am, and where my bfamily is.
Someday I hope to find out.