My Dad Is Not My Biological Father

Earlier this summer, I got my results back from a DNA test. I only did it because there were other anomalies, and I thought that the people involved should eventually know the truth.

I did a test. It told me that my dad isn’t my dad. I always had the gut feeling that was the case. I always felt like I didn’t quite fit in. I thought differently and looked different. I knew something was strange with it when I had zero matches with my dad’s side of the family. Not only that, but someone matched as a half-sibling that shouldn’t. The other possibilities for the shared DNA were not possible, given what I know. Then again, what do I know?

It’s not that the fact that I was lied to that really shocked me, but it’s the details of it that I don’t feel the need to get into here or anywhere else publicly. I don’t care for myself, but don’t want others to get hurt.

I spoke about it with my mother and understand why the secret was kept. Although I did say once that I should have known years ago, and I’ll always believe that.

A year and a half later, I can say that things turned out in the best possible way. People around me have been pretty open-minded, and I have gained what I never thought was possible.