Sometimes people get the idea that donor conceived people who talk about the realities of anonymous donation and secrecy are just a bunch of bitter curmudgeons bereft of any joy in their lives.
That’s not true. I have a wonderful life.
I’m married to the man I fell in love with in high school when we were both 14. We have been together for 20 years, married for 16. He is my rock and best friend.
I have three incredible sons who have brought more love into my life than I ever thought possible. It is an honor each day to be their mommy and watch them grow.
I have a full-time job that is challenging and fulfilling. It’s not the job I ever dreamt I would have as a child (like I have said before, up to the age of 18, I thought I would be an artist—not an attorney), but it allows me to use my abilities in a lasting and meaningful way.
And although my extended family situation has become immensely more complicated in the past several years—adding some folks and losing others—I am grateful for them as well and love the people who remain in my life or have newly come into my life.
All of this coexists with my pain over certain aspects of the DCP experience. When I share my feelings or opinions about donor conception, I do so to take control over this situation. I do it to make change. I don’t do it because I’m an overall miserable human who hates her life. Part of what makes me unique is that in everything in my life that has ever been in some way traumatic, I have found a way to turn the trauma around and *do* something about it—usually by educating others or putting forth what effort I can to change the situation.
So in short, while what I post might make you uncomfortable and come to a perhaps defensive conclusion that I and other DCP advocates are just angry and bitter, please know that we are complete, complicated people with other aspects to our lives just like everyone else. ❤️
A Donor Conceived Adult 