I've had a very fortunate growing-up

When I see a Vietnam vet, he doesn't do anything to me.

When I see a Korean War vet, he tells me how dedicated "my people" were with a big smile.

I had Asian friends (friends of all colors) throughout school.

Oddly, most of the typical "Chinese eyes!" remarks came from other minorities.

I don't ever remember being discriminated against by whites.

When people ask, "where are you from?", DC is an answer that receives no further probing.

Only once has a Korean addressed me in Korean, then he immediately switched to English when I gave him a blank stare, and made nothing of it.

Adult Asians I've had contact with do not fuss over my adoptedness.

Friends in school never said anything about my adoptedness - it was as if it didn't even exist.

There are only a handful of race/identity things I remember from before college days, which I'll probably share sooner or later.

I think the depressing thing about this is when I read memoirs and stuff, I feel disconnected from them. It's a very selfish thing to say, that in a way I'm ashamed of my privilege. I can connect to adoptees in the most general sense...but I really haven't endured a lot of the hardships I read about. This is hugely biased though - I don't read much about the adoptees whose experiences match mine....ah, the publishing industry...