Ever find out something really significant about yourself?

[PKTrekGirl]

I am adopted, and I found out a bunch of stuff when I located my biological parents.

I grew up in South Florida, but discovered that I am the product of an affair between a (married) doctor doing his residency and a nursing student at Columbia Presbyterian Hospital in NYC.

I also found out a little something about the power of genes, because I had so much in common with my biological father it was downright SCARY.

For one thing, he has a passionate love of Alaska, a place I lived for 12 years and still miss desperately. My bio-dad has flown to Alaska from Maine (where he is from) several times in his plane, and has even taken all 4 of his other children with him on various occasions as a sort of rite-of-passage summer adventure. Turns out that even though I was raised in South Florida and he has spent almost all of his life in Northern Maine, we have spent a fair amount of time in the same city at the same time. The city: Anchorage, Alaska - population approx 500,000.

Go figure.

Everything from the sort of books we like to read to a passionate hatred for overhead lighting (we both have an odd attachment to table lamps as opposed to ceiling lights) to taste in food love of adventure. So many things the same. It was really bizarre.

 

[Kail]

Yeah, I've found out I can be a real shit.

 

[auntiehill]

^Mel?

 

[An Officer]

When I was six years old, my father tried to kidnap me so that I could be raised by his mother. Had he been successful, I could at this very moment be tending to sheep in a remote sub-saharan desert.

 

[ares93]

When I was six years old, my father tried to kidnap me so that I could be raised by his mother. Had he been successful, I could at this very moment be tending to sheep in a remote sub-saharan desert.

that actually happened to a friend of mine. his father kidnapped him and took him back to iraq.

about me... i not sure there's anything really worth mentioning. except of me having a rather bizarre ability to tell when someone's lying.
and when i was a kid, somehow, 50km away knew that my grandfather had died, without anyone telling me. i simply knew... its kinda creepy.

 

[the Dagman]

For most of my life I knew that my father had been adopted when he was a toddler. But after he abandoned my family after the first eleven and abused years of my life and the death of the family members that would have had an idea, I pretty much gave up the notion of ever finding out who his birth parents were. And, by extension, what my true surname would have been. It is weird to go through life with a name that you know is a fabrication, and not knowing where your origins truly are.

But that all changed just a couple of weeks ago. My sister managed to track down my father's widow, the step-mother we never knew. And we found out that before he died back in 1994, my father had tracked down the missing pieces of his childhood. As well as the reason he was put up for adoption. He found his birth mother, who has also since passed on, as well as three sisters and a brother he never knew. As well as the one real bit of information I had always wished to know, our true family surname. Peck. His father's death was the reason he was put into an orphanage back in the early 40's along with his brother. As his now single mother could not afford to raise all five of her children. But she had planned for it to be only temporary, until she got onto her feet. By the time that came and she returned for them, however, both her sons had been adopted.

It is pretty weird to find out at 44 years old that you have a step-mother, 3 aunts and an uncle you've never met, as well as their extended families. Now that I know, I am in the process of contacting them. I never truly felt a part of my father's adoptive family, and my mother's has always pretty much ignored our branch of the family tree. So I have always been a virtual loner. But now, maybe all that will change and I will find that I can fit in with the family I should have been born into.