I have never known who my biological father is and I am missing an entire half of my history. My biological mother will not admit I exist, so she sure won’t tell me. It’s been the most important thing I have ever wanted to know: who the hell I am and where the hell I came from?! Who the hell am I? I have tested on all of the DNA sites and there are no matches close enough to determine my father. At this point, I have run out of options and I just have no way to find out who this man was.
I will never know who I am. I will never know my heritage. I will always feel lost, alone, and ungrounded. I will always feel like an outsider. I will never belong anywhere because I will never know who my people are.
I get that this may be really hard for anyone to understand why this even matters, but it matters to me. This is the death of a lifelong dream. How do you pick yourself back up after the death of the only thing that mattered? I have accepted it is impossible for me to find my roots. I need to accept this loss, not hold on to false hope. How do I do this? How do I find a way through this darkness?
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I know this pain your not alone. I’m adopted. I was lucky to even come to know my birth parents names. But not everything turned out how I hoped. It all still hurts. But I have to say I feel some peace not completely but some. I met my birthfather and his side of the family. I reached out and he answered a long time ago, but when I reached out to my mother nothing. I met my aunt and sister on her side. But that side of the family won’t have anything to do with me. I admit I forced open a door but I know it was meant to be. My birthmother has been gone for two years now. I wasn’t even told by my birthsiblings and birth family. I wasn’t invited to her funeral. But I did see a picture of her online. It’s all I have of her. We never met. So I feel your pain. Not knowing who we are and the answers to our questions it freaking hurts bad. For me I’ve had a rough start of life. I’m still struggling. I never coped well. I put up walls and pushed myself to keep going. But what helped was knowing my birth families some of them cared. My birth parents tried to do the best for me separately. What has kept me going is knowing my birthmother wanted a better life for me. Sometimes doors are closed and it’s painful. If you can’t find your father I hope in some way you have peace. But I still hope you keep trying. Maybe give your mom time I know that is hard. She may not help. But you never know if not in this world maybe in heaven we will all meet again.
I know you feel like this is the end of the world, i felt like that too, when i was searching for my father… looking back now, i wish i never opened that door… his words to me: ‘You are just an embryo that never should have existed”… Sometimes late at night i wonder, why didn’t i just accept the love i received, why do i always want more?? But i guess humans are build that way…we will always want more… So i hope things work out for you and may you find peace in time xxx