Humans don’t come with an instruction manual, however, it was pointed out to me recently that I probably do. I’ll try to explain that.

Fred was a baby when he was adopted by a same race typical American couple in Milwaukee Wisconsin. His parents loved him, this he knew. What he didn’t know was he was adopted.

Bringing yourself up, or sometimes down, to try and interact equally with someone.

With that in mind, I have created a group, just for men. No, not in a 'hair dye' kind of way!

I have always known I was adopted, at least I can't recall any such time where I was told about it, and up until recently I would have told you that I haven't been affected by being adopted.

As I write this I'm about 10% into writing my experiences growing up as an adoptee. I was adopted as baby in 1973.