It’s not always easy being adopted, at least it wasn’t for me. Finding out about my ancestors, and finding some wonderful relatives (sister, brothers, uncle, aunt, cousins) has helped me feel a lot better about myself. In the context of my birth family, I’m not some screwy, protest-y opinionated pain in the ass. They’re OK, and I’m OK.
I was even able to buy a book about my family (on my father’s side). Cool!