My parents Judy and Nick Mariani adopted me back in November of 1990. I was born in Saint Augustine Florida.
I have to say I am truly blessed because they were the greatest parents. I don't say that lightly. They pushed me to always strive for the best, work hard and go after my dreams. My entire life I grew up traveling and going to theme parks, and always had a lot of family always around. Christmas and birthdays were always huge events, and of course thanksgiving because its so close to my birthday. 4th of July, my dad always got a bunch of fireworks and never missed a year to go down and see the annual fire work show in our home town. Halloween was always fun because my dad was always off on Mondays so every year on that Monday we would go pick pumpkins and carve them and make a mess for my mom to clean. Ops.
They always had me in activities, from bowling, swimming, soccer, baseball, winterguard and cheerleading. I was taught to never quit and if I didn't like something to always finish it out.
Everyone always asks me "When did you find out you were adopted" and my answer is "I always knew". My parents never once kept it from me. Honestly for along time, I didn't want anyone to know. I have a lot of people that still don't know, and I am 28 years old. I guess I thought that people would look at me differently. I remember when people did find out, I always said that I never cared to meet my biological family because I had the best family, and I don't need to know who they are.
When I turned 16 years old I started having health problems. I was diagnosed with PCOS. I am sure I will blog about that eventually but that is another time.
I started being asked questions like
"Does this run in your family"
"Does your mom have the same or similar symptoms"
Well these are all great questions, except I am not sure. I guess that is really around the time I started questioning who my biological parents were. I was scared to tell my parents because I didn't want them to ever think they weren't good enough.
I finally decided to go to my mom and start asking questions. For some reason I stopped asking, and I cant really remember why. I am sure it had something to do with my age, and my attention span. lol.
When I turned 18 years old my birthday present was my adoption records. I was a little shocked and a little excited. I remember my mom making me go to counseling before I decided to proceed to find them. At first I was not for it, but then I am glad I went. They went over all the scenarios. It was good for me, and I recommend if your reading this and your questioning if you should, you most definitely should!!! They went over everything. They made me more clear and level headed and made me realize that there are so many different reactions they could have after all these years.
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