One of my parents left for parts unknown when I was young. As the years went by I wondered if they had started another family. Were there others that looked like me out there?
DNA services came along. Happy reunions on all the available media. But still, I hesitated to pull the trigger.
Turns out other relatives did - and my siblings found me.
And I embraced them.
It was easy on my end.
Most of the relatives I grew up with had passed on.
My only child and their spouse fully supported me.
But, things were not easy for other reasons.
One of my siblings was adopted into a family where there were mixed feelings about looking for people who had given them away.
I hadn’t given anyone away.
All my siblings still deal with a lot of emotions about our shared biological parent.
It’s been an experience.
I’m not here to encourage or discourage anyone.
If you like you can write me at: readbeforespitting@gmail.com
Full Disclosure; I’m not using my own or any of my relative’s true names, specific locations, ages, or genders here or in emails to protect our privacy.
I’m not a professional trained to offer medical, mental health, or legal advice on this or any other topic.
