@SW-User no, I am yet to locate them, but I have found a few cousins of mine. I reached out to one and he contacted me back. But he was also adopted. However, he knew the family names of his real parents. He was told at a young age, unlike me.
I'm 51 and have come to accept that I might never find them but at least I know the truth. See, in 1972 my adoptive mother was living separate from my adoptive father. She worked as a nurse at the hospital where I was born. Her parents invested in her and sent her from Guyana to Britain to study nursing. She had a miscarriage and felt shame. So, she adopted me to cover up her unfortunate mishap. It was a private adoption. So private that my adoptive father went to his grave thinking I was his real son.
my guess is the only reason I found out was because she couldn't live the lie anymore. And good for her. I will have nothing to do with her, but I thank her for raising me. I was quite a handful.
I wrote two poems yesterday and posted them. They were inspired by women and the struggles they go through. Take a read if you like.
