On the family side, two birth parents, one adoptive mum, one dad who married my adoptive mum after I was born, six older sisters (of note, my second oldest is female-to-male transgender, so I say five older sisters and one older brother if I’m speaking in present-tense) who were adopted by the dad before he married my adoptive mum, one grandfather (birth mother’s father, also is my adoptive mum’s adoptive brother), and six aunts (my birth mum, like me, is the seventh daughter of her parents). Sadly, though, I am distant from all of them.

In terms of social relations, aside from a BF, I haven’t had anymore than two friends because I’m not good at making friends. One of them is the son of a friend of my adoptive mum and the other one is his GF. I am like a third wheel, so it has felt arguably dull at times. I’ve had a total of one fully realized relationship and it has been rocky and confusing enough that if someone were to ask me what my relationship status was, there would be so many traps in trying to explain it. Some would define the relationship as having ended while others would not. The BF had an incident once that led to the whole reason for this and this is also why I met the two friends (who of note also have four “children”, that is, they “adopted” kids of their own but the kids are only ten years younger than them and it’s unclear if it’s closer to friendship or parenthood, which is similar to their relationship which is a QPR if you know what that is).

I also have a pet raccoon dog, and my BF has a ringtail cat, though I’ve been taking care of him.