I'm adopted, no clue who my birth father is, even my birth mother isn't sure (makes her seem like a slut, eh?) I don't know much of anything about my birth mother aside from that she would write letters on my birthday and holidays such as Christmas. She also gave me up because she already had another son and had been a "bad mother (not my words)" to him and she was afraid to do it again so she rather give me up to a loving family instead. Though she only lives in the next state over (Connecticut, I'm in Rhode Island) I still haven't met her. By the time I found out that she lived close, my desire to meet her had pretty much gone away. I don't think it's a bad idea, I just don't care about it anywhere near as much as I did when I was younger.