well, I put a photo on facebook to try to find out who the people were and found out they are family I have never met, or heard of. My mother never shared with me anything from her childhood other than something that happened to her and her sister that lets just say Ill keep to myself. It was about my grandfather Carl. My mom never shared life experiences or even happy things in her life. Growing up I knew my uncle Harris(kipper...he hates that nick name) and had met my Uncle Trafton (buck) and of course my gram. She lived in Hartford Conn. so I didnt see her much but I remember she was sweet and I wish I had gotten to see her more. She died when I was young. Growing up I also never once saw a childhood photo of my mom or anyone in her family...ever! I guess the best way to say this is to say it all. I grew up in windham Maine, moved there from redbank south portland. I have 2 brothers George and Johnny. We are all 2 years apart. My mother is Trudy Plaisted Currier, she passed away when I was just 26 from cancer. George (stepdad) died in 2001 from the same. I grew up in an abusive household. George was always mentally abusive to me but physically abusive with my mother and brothers. I grew up wishing and hoping he wasnt my father and at age 13 I discovered that he wasnt my father. Well then started my torment. Wondering who my real father was and mom would never tell me. She refused to let me know this man. My moms best friend knew all about my real father and his full name too but never told me for it wasnt her place to do so. This has eaten away at me for most of my life. I always felt that I didnt belong....anywhere. My mother had contact with this man till my early teens so Im not sure what really went on there or why he never met me. He was a married man with a family already. My mother was their babysitter and one night bringing her home, well lets just say...here I am! That was the reason for me posting the picture I did on facebook. My mom had placed pictures in odd places before she died. After she passed I was given a large box of things she wanted me to have. I found albumns and things Id never seen before. I finally got to see her childhood in photos. It was the first time I even saw a baby picture of my mother. Needless to say Im on a journey to find my birthfather. He worked at a Portland bank. My mom had to have babysat for him in 64 or 65 as i was born in 66. He even came to see me a my birth then never again. All I want is to know who I really am. I forgive him for rejecting me my whole life. Im not supposed to be lol. I just wish he had loved me just alittle. It was hard growing up with an abuser when I knew my real father was out there....somewhere. I only found out just last year the true details about my birthfather and that he was just 2 towns over from me all my life. I always felt I was a dirty little secret and that has hurt me most of my life. I grew up thinking I only had my mother as REAL family and now coming to this site, I know I have had family around me always and just didnt know it. I dont know why my mom kept her family and her life such a mystery but Im glad to know that Im really not alone. I dont know my family on my moms side but hopefully they might want to know me...maybe. I hope so because I bet there are a million stories to hear and I love to hear them. Good and Bad Im strong. I really do wonder if my mother knew she had a sister that was given up for adoption for she never mentioned that to me. I have a son who is mentally challenged so that reasoning for giving her up just makes me so very sad. I have an aunt that Ive never met let alone knew about. I just wonder if she knew. She also never talked to me about her sister who passed away as a baby. Sooo many secrets and they always come out. Maybe Ill find the truth to alot of things before I die, Im really hoping so . I have 3 beautiful children that I would love to give a clear cut picture to of who they are as well. Another thing my birthfather missed out on. Im just glad I posted that pic because now for the first time I feel some kind of hope for "something" in my life that had been missing. Ill keep looking for my birth father but am happy knowing I have family out there and hopefully you will want to know me too.