I finally did a DNA test - my father is my father. I have no other fathers but him.
family story my aunt told me must have taken a wrong turn somewhere -
I'm sure they did use ART to conceive me and that the "donor" bit got
attached to the rumor somehow.
I spent a year on an emotional rollercoaster for no good reason. I made an absolute idiot of myself.
there was something good about it: the idea of a possibly sane father
out there who might be like me and who might like me enabled me to feel.
I gave myself permission to love this non-existent man and grieve for
him. I had never grieved the father I couldn't have. I hadn't felt any
real emotions towards my father (or mother) for decades. I had blocked
Now they came back - for a person who
doesn't exist. It proved how vulnerable and, really, pathetic I am. I
longed for one man in particular to be my real father - because he was
nice and enjoyed my company and liked me and shared my interests and
gave me books of poetry and short stories. Which was much more than I
ever had with my father.
It was so easy to let myself believe this. To have a
tangible reason why he couldn't love me. Why he resented me. Why I had
to be sooo grateful just for being allowed to exist (I'm sure they had
to use IUI or IVF and I did cost them something - at least, the shame he
had to endure in front of the doctors) and why "You look like your
mother" was so often thrown at me (I guess that was my entire sin - I
didn't have to be another man's offspring to be resented, only not be
his carbon copy - I really look nothing at all like him or his family).
made myself believe I could expect nothing from him or his family -
they owed me nothing. This made me remember how cold they were towards
But they owed me love and support, no matter who I looked like. My father should have loved me. He owed me that.
might take some time off to process all this. I'd spent a lot of time
obsessing over something that wasn't even true. There are other, real
things to focus on, and although right now I feel drained and exhausted
and deflated, it can only get better from here if I focus on my daily
life from now on. I hope.
I learned and understood quite a bit about how DC persons and adoptees feel like. I will never be able to think in stereotypical terms on these issues again. I will always be an advocate for absolute openness and honesty and the right for everyone to know their biological origins.
If every DC person was certain to receive an original birth certificate at age 18 and lying to your children wasn't possible, these reverse crazy situations wouldn't be possible either.
I'm sorry if anyone feels lied to - I deceived no one on purpose.
I will not be deleting the blog - I stand by my opinions. My situation turned out to be different, but others are still being denied the knowledge of their roots.