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My mom told me in a Mexican restaurant when I was 18. The whole time she was apologizing for what she was about to say to me and I honestly thought she was going to tell me that she had cancer or something. Once she turned that down, I began to play a guessing game, asking anything that came to mind. I hated surprises and the fact that she was nervous made me nervous, so I just needed to guess what it was while also attempting to lighten the mood. Through my guessing game, I playfully asked "am I adopted" expecting to get a much different response. Instead, she said "well, you're getting warmer." She told me that her and my father waited too long to have a kid. When they started trying, she had already stopped ovulating. The two of them danced around the subject of adoption but, in the end, didn't want to get caught up in the law and battles with the biological parents. They decided on IVF and donor conception. After getting an egg donor and testing my father's sperm, they found out he had a low sperm count. The only way to have a successful pregnancy was to be inseminated with donor sperm. However, my dad still wanted to be a father so they included his sperm as well as the donor sperm. From this, my twin brother and I were born. While there was no question of who was the father of my brother (because my dad and him are practically the same person) they weren't sure if my dad was my biological dad. A few weeks later, my dad and I took a paternity test which I never thought I would ever do. I used to hear stories of donor conception and think "wow, that sucks, I'm glad I would never have to go through that" then low-and-behold. My mom thought she was doing me a favor telling me at the time she did since I was learning about it in college; however, that just made it worse. Hearing about donor conceived people really reinforced my current family structure and then days later it was ripped away from me.
Anyway, after a few more weeks, the test results came back negative; my dad wasn't my biological father. I didn't know what to think. I didn't even cry right away. I just called my dad and told him he will always be my father no matter what. This day turned out to be the worst day of my life. I was in a haze. I had to go to work and put a mask on for everyone. There was no one there I could talk to about this and there was no one that would understand. I only knew one person who was related to me and that was my twin brother who is now my half-brother. My identity had faltered. I didn't know who I was and I still don't.
Things got easier until I began to get really sick. Before I found out I was donor concieved, I was battling anemia and vitamin deficiencies in addition to having fainting spells and stomach pains. The vitamins made it better but all of a sudden I went back to my normal, sick self. I lost 10-15 pounds (and I am already underweight to begin with), I began feeling faint, shaky, nauseous. I couldn't eat. My doctors tested me for Celiac Disease which came back positive. I most likely inherited it from one of my donors. This was a huge scare for me. It made me fear what else I might have inherited. It makes me sick that I have to rely on 20 year old papers to tell me what is in my genes. It is also disgusting that either the donors fail to update their medical information or that the banks refuse to give new information to me. This is my health and my livelihood we are talking about!
My life now consists of constant struggles and fears. I look in the mirror and don't know where I got my almond-shaped eyes, my pouty lower lip, my small ears. And even though I have my brother and some pictures of other half siblings to compare myself to, it starts to become a blur and a complicated task to compare my physique to them since we only share half of our genes.
This is the hardest part: realizing I will never get my identity back.

Date submitted: May 05, 2015

Not all bad

I just stumbled upon this site and I wanted to reassure people struggling that it's not all bad once you learn to understand your origins there are many things to be grateful for. I found out my parents used a sperm donor when I was 18 as my dad had chemo and couldn't have kids. I was shocked due to not knowing my medical history but then I realised I was living under the assumption of her cancer all along (all his family have I've lost aunts, grandparents and a little cousin) and realised that I'm going to get a genetic test soon to find out more information (once I've bought a life assurance policy first). Once the shock subsided I realised how desparate my parents were for me to exist and how much they wanted a kid in their lives. I promise every single one of you that you were desprate wanted and needed. You are all unique and wonderful people. God bless. X

Date submitted: May 05, 2015

Do WE Even Have Rights?

My father is an anonymous sperm donor, and of that I am aware, but what I don't know if I am aware of are MY rights. It's kind of mind-blowing to think that some man who got payed to donate his sperm can turn me down when I am 18.
The California Cryobank states, "Upon reaching the age of eighteen, any CCB child has the right to request additional information about his/her genetic father. Cryobank will make all reasonable efforts to supply that information either from our records or by attempting to contact the donor on the child's behalf."

So I can make some lame attempt, but if MY father says no, I will never get to physically see the similarity between our smiles, the way his eyes light up, or how his nose matches mine and nobody else's in my family. My whole life is based off of a yes/no question that has an answer I have absolutely no control over. How can something like this even be okay? Growing up with only a mom was hard yes, but coming to the realization that there is some large possibility that i will NEVER get to know what my own father looks like is probably the most difficult thing i could ever imagine. How could this be allowed to occur?

The California Cryobank also states,"Upon reaching the age of eighteen, any CCB child has the right to request contact with his/her genetic father. Cryobank will make all reasonable efforts to contact the donor on the child's behalf. If the donor is willing, CCB will help facilitate the initial contact."

I can REQUEST contact, but yet I still have no rights. If he doesn't want me to contact him, it's just over and there is nothing more i am even allowed to do. All it takes is a simple no from the man who took part in my creation. All it takes is a two letter NO to let everything sync in. I have no say in meeting my own father, and to me nothing else could be any more disgusting.

I am fully aware that my mother chose an anonymous donor, I may not know the purpose behind doing so, but it was done and that's the kind of thing I can't take back. How come some states are letting up and allowing those who were adopted to obtain their original birth certificates, yet I can't even have contact with the man who unintentionally is the reason I am who I am today?

It's crazy to think I can sit here and fight for my rights all because I was created my a man who probably doesn't stay up all night and wonder where I am as I wonder where he is. It's crazy to think that before I was even born, all power was seized from my hands. So, someone logically explain to any donor conceived person in the world like me why I have zero rights, why I had to grow up spending Father's day alone, or Mother's day thinking about how my mother is all I have, or how I can know that my own father's favorite colors are brown and forest green, yet I cannot know his name. Someone, please explain.

Date submitted: May 04, 2015

Happy but curious

Ever since I can remember I've known that my twin and I were IVF. My mum gave birth to us, but both my parents had problems with fertility, so turned to treatments. I have never felt that they weren't by real parents; they've raised me, loved me, taught me, and been overall amazing.

I don't even particularly want to know who the donors were. My only wish is that I could know my genetic family's medical history. With the links between the 'cancer gene', especially in breast cancer, I find it quite concerning that I can never know if I have a higher risk than others and should be taking precautions etc.

Overall though, I love my IVF family, and have never wished for anything different.

Date submitted: April 27, 2015

Let's Unite!

I am a girl. I was created using anonymous donor sperm. I have very little non identifying info.
Is it fair that a rich industry, my sperm donor, my mother, and the law can take my rights away from me?
What makes me so different from everyone else?
Why have I been denied to know the identity of my father, my resemblance to him, or even see a picture?
Why were my rights stolen from me before I was born?
Why is it okay that our mothers felt so strongly about needing a biological connection to their child that they thought it was okay to deprive their child of a biological connection?
Why is it okay to let the products of an industry (us donor offspring) with so many lifelong issues?
Why is it okay for us to have higher chances of depression?
Why is it okay to let us be mocked for being science freaks?
Why is okay to have no way to monitor if the person you are dating is actually your half sibling?
Why is it okay to treat us like products, chosen from a catalogue and paid for by our parents?
Why is it okay that our donors were paid for to give us life?
Why is it okay to leave kindergardeners scrambling to answer why they "don't have a dad"?
Why is okay to give us know answers, and leave us with life long questions?
I could go on and on.


We need to protest and sue! We need to speak out and share our stories beyond the donor offspring community.
People do not realize what we go through! We need to change the laws so that this dirty industry monitors their creations and does not steal our rights along with our parents' money! We have been wronged!

Post your stories on social media using the hashtag #offspringunite
We can change the future!
It starts with you!

Date submitted: April 19, 2015

Who am I?

Dear Dad,
I do not know your name, or half of my own real name (my last name). I may die without ever knowing anything about half of me and all of you. You will never know the amount of pain you have caused me, nor the amount of joy. You gave me life yet you deprived me of my basic rights. I know the names of eight out of at least sixteen of my half siblings and have met six of them. I will always be curious. Do we look alike? What are you like? Do you think about us? Do you have a family? Are you artistic and shy like the majority of us, your offspring? What is my biological last name? Do I have aunts and uncles or cousins? Are you alive? Did you only do it for the money? What are grandma and grandpa like? Have we walked past each other on the street? Have we sat next to each other on a plane? Have we ever come across each other? I cringe at the word father or dad knowing I will never get the experience of having a dad. Fathers day is the worst day of the year because it reminds me of all the things you and my single mother by choice deprived me of. School genealogy projects are my most dreaded because when I walk in to class with only half of my family tree on a poster, I am subject to unending questions as to why and how I "don't have a dad." Kids ask simple questions like "what does your dad do for a living?" or "how old is your dad?" and I have lied and made up random answers because it was easier and less painful then explaining my story. I have been told I belong in a science lab and am not a real child but a science project. In fifth grade, while discussing sex and "how babies are made" at school, my teacher said "and that's how all of you were made" before stopping to say "O wait she was made in a science lab and her daddy didn't love her mother." At my grandfather's funeral, I overheard my grandmother's friends asking if my mother had a husband and then my grandma explained how I was a product of science and then told them all about how I tracked down my siblings against my mothers wishes. But you have brought me much happiness as well. You gave me life. You gave me half siblings and a lot of them. I feel part of this giant modern family brought together by you, an anonymous person we call dad, our mothers, their infertile husbands, or same sex partners, and science. My 9 year old half brother, your son, once got in my car and said "You know we are bastards, right? My history teacher was talking about medieval Europe and how children conceived out of wedlock were bastards." Growing up I dreamt of meeting you before I got married, so that one day you could walk me down the aisle, now knowing that will never happen, I hope one of my half brothers will walk me down the aisle. I always hoped that I could meet you even just for a cup of coffee and talk. I wouldn't want to burden you with an ongoing relationship. I wouldn't ask for any money even though I basically gave you money when you sold my rights away. All I have ever wanted was a simple conversation with the man who gave me life and gave me my life. I at least would want to see a picture of you before I died. I would love a hug.
Your daughter

Date submitted: April 18, 2015



Two Mommies are better than one.
Two Mommies are better than one?
We don't need a man
in our family plan.
Two Mommies are better than one!

I'm a single Mom by Choice.
A single Mom by Choice?
I'm better than you
and I don't need two.
I'm a single Mom by Choice!

We're a couple without any swimmers.
A couple without any swimmers?
The donor and me
and dear hubby makes three.
We're a couple without any swimmers!

I had premature menopause.
Premature menopause?
I'm my baby's real Mum
'cause she grew in my tum.
I had premature menopause!

I have been donor conceived.
Yes, I have been donor conceived.
You have shown no respect
and your child may reflect
on your willingness to deceive.

We all know better than you.
We all know better than YOU!
Our opinions will reign
and our kids won't complain.

Date submitted: April 13, 2015

Guilty Of Being Selfish

I have written about my non-existent father on here before, and all of my negative feelings still remain, but today I realized how selfish I am for feeling that way sometimes. I have friends that listen to their parents fight every night as they sit through the walls of their room listening. I have friends with parents in such a nasty divorce that their clothing and belongings are shipped from house to house in a box. Yet I sit here complaining about loneliness, when the whole time all of these people probably long for that peace and quiet. Today I realized that not having a dad still makes my life harder day after day, but I also came to terms with the fact that my friends' lives are hard too, and they can't just make the pain go away -- they hear it through their parents' voices slowly drifting away, they see it as they sit in a court room and listen to a verdict, and they probably relive the hell every time they transition from house to house. And it makes me feel horrible to say how unhappy I am for never getting to feel my mom fight with another parent, or how sad I get on Father's Day because I don't know who my dad is. Because while I say those kinds of things, there are people I know covering their ears to muffle fighting shouts and spending Father's Day at their mother's house because of custody. So today I am posting a different story, one where I see my whole situation as more than coming from anonymous sperm, today I see my story as part of a whole. Today I see my story as a part of many who have troubles at home that extends past having a puzzle for a life with a mystery as my father.

Date submitted: April 12, 2015


Dear dad,
Why? Why did u make it a closed donation? Why did you decide you never wanted to be there for me? Did you know or could you guess that I cry myself to sleep thinking of you, that I am crying writing this? Did u ever wonder how I would answer the questions? Or the genealogy reports in middle school? My friends don't understand, NO ONE understands! I tried to tell my friends, one of them said it was COOL!! To not have a dad, to never know if this trait was from you, or my mother. She thought, well there is no one to boss you around. She was so wrong. You left me!!! Before I was even born you left me!! I will never know you!! I have a "dad" who is in denial, a step dad who loves his children more than me and a mother that tells me just to give up, that I will never find you! I know all these meaningless facts, you were 5' 10", you had brown hair and eyes, you were 1/4 Montana native. I don't even know your name!!! You could be DEAD!! How could you abandon me? I don't even look like you! I have auburn hair, I'm the palest person I know who burns just by sitting by a sunny window, I'm not popular, I'm not nice, I'm not a good person, that could have been different if you were around! Did you do it for the money? The hospitals pay you, what? 25 bucks? It was really worth it to ruin my life. I'm going to have kids one day, they won't know their grandpa! I could have half siblings, a whole other family with you but you chose to leave me with less than a name. Why would you do that? Did you not realize you were donation a life? I'm pretty interesting you know? I'm in sixth grade in Washington, I'm in track and cross country. I do hurtles and long distance running. I'm a really good runner! Seven minute miles... Why don't you want to know all of this?? Why don't you care why aren't you here? Not knowing you is KILLING ME!! I'm so messed up, my mother explained all of this to me in kindergarten!!!! Do you know what that did to me? You took an innocent five year old and killed all her dreams. Why would you do that? Oh yeah, and all that shit about how my grandpa ( or yours I can't remember) was killed by a firing squad? What did he do? So you know that they reserve firing squad for murderers? The blood of a killer is in my veins, or some other horrible crime committer. I don't know who or how many people he killed. And do you know the most horrible thought? The fact that I could know you. I could have passed right by you in a grocery store, you could be famous or in the news. I could know you, except I wouldn't. I hate you but I love you at the same time. Why would you do this to me?

-broken ­čĺö

Date submitted: April 11, 2015


Dear Father, Dad, Unknown, [insert 3 digit ID],
I have no ONE specific feeling for you.
If you are dead, I hope you thought of me and your children in life.
If you are alive, you are a coward if you are not trying to contact or find us.
For so long you were absent in my mind and now you are everywhere.
Except, you aren't really here.

-From: One of your 14 anonymous children

Date submitted: April 11, 2015

A Dad is Not a Father.

You are my father. But that doesn't make you my dad. You gave me life. I owe everything I have to you. Without you I wouldn't exist. I wouldn't be typing this letter. The lives of everyone I am connected to would completely change if I was not here. I want to thank you for that. Thank you for giving me the ability to walk, talk, laugh, love, cry and shout. The ability to jump, sing, dance and grieve. Thank you for giving me the chance to make something out of myself. Thank you for giving me the chance to fall in love. And the chance to get my heart broken. Thank you for giving me the chance to help others. A chance to improve the lives of the ones around me. You are my life giver. And although I thank you for that fatherÔÇöyou are not my dad. You weren't there when I was young. You didn't change a diaper or take a turn getting up when I cried at night. You didn't help me take my first steps or help me pronounce my first word. You didn't pick me up from school while I stood on the side walk. You didn't come to my musicals even when I had a solo. You didn't dance with me at the father daughter formal and tell me my dress looked pretty. You didn't throw a ball around the yard with me on father's day. You didn't read me a fairy tale book to sleep at night. You didn't help me with my math homework. You didn't lift me onto your shoulders at Disney world while I wore big foam ears. You didn't threaten the first boy I brought home for dinner. You didn't ask me to cover up my arms in that summer dress. You didn't take any pictures of me and all my best friends at prom. You didn't console me when I cried over the boy who broke my heart. You didn't clap and scream when I walked for graduation. You didn't reluctantly give me money when I asked to go out with friends. You didn't help me move boxes of clothes and junk into my dorm room. You didn't yell at me when I said no to a stupid argument. You didn't do any of these things. Do you know how badly I wish you did? For years I longed for you to join my life. Make me feel included. I wanted a father to do these things with just like everyone else had. While I longed for you, you probably rarely though about me. I was probably a passing thought in bed at night. You don't even know my name. You don't realize everything you missed out on. And I don't blame you for that. Although I wish you could have been there, I did not need you. It took some time until I came to terms with it. I realized for all those situations, my mom was there. She had enough love for two parents put together. My aunt was there taking pictures, reading stories and driving me around. They were there on Christmas, helping me put the star on the tree. They held my hand while I got my shots at the doctors. They were there when I got accepted into the national's honor society. They came to the art show I was featured in. They hugged me and cried when I received my collage acceptance letter. They have always been there. I may not know what having a real father would be like but i decided i dont need to know. I have my family.It is small but it is real.
You are my creator. My father. But you are certainly not my dad. And I don't ever want you to be. I'm happy here. Even without you.

Date submitted: April 08, 2015

Dear Mom: The Things I Will Never Have The Guts To Ask

Why didn't you tell me I had half siblings all along?
Why did you let me find out on my own?

Who do you expect to walk me down the aisle on my wedding day?
Am I supposed to blame myself for all the bills you can't pay?

Do you know how it feels for me every Father's Day?
To be left in the dust.
To be all alone.
To wonder about some man who probably has a family of his own.

Did it ever occur to you that this would ruin my life?
For a second did you beat yourself up about the fact that my life has been a mystery?

Do you hate yourself for leaving me without a dad to call my own?
Or do I just hate myself?
Do I just hate myself for not having a dad?
Or do you hate the idea of me being fatherless too?

Date submitted: April 04, 2015


I know that this isn't what this site is for, but reading all of these stories makes me feel less alone. Where I live, I can guarantee that there are NO donor conceived kids. This is proven by all the people I know who can tell me if so and so has one parent, two, or if one has passed on. No one around me is conceived, which means I have this dark secret that I can't let out. It just sits in the back of my head all the time, and when someone asks where my dad is, I just say hes dead because if I said he doesn't exist, or if I'm a donor kid, I would be made fun of. This site literally makes me feel like I'm more me. Like I'm normal. I don't feel alone with this heavy secret. I can read about how others are just like me, how others feel just what I feel. It is amazing. SO thank you to anyone who has shared. I love you.

Date submitted: April 03, 2015


I have just found out I am the result of artificial insemination, the man I call dad was unable to convince a child so instead my mother founder a donor, I'm completely shocked and unable to know how to react, I don't hate my parents, they have been wonderful to me, I'm just confused as to why it took them so long to tell and I have no idea what to say or do now, the people I called my half brothers and sisters aren't in fact that, I was on only child you see and as such I always felt alone, this has only made things worse for me in that regard. All I know about my real father is that he was a medical student at the time, I guessing he was more than likely bisexual or gay since I am, more than likely spunking into a cup so a quick buck. I don't have the growing need to found out who he was in a long lost father sort of sense, but rather curiously, who he was, what he did, I don't even know if he's still alive I might have even meet him without knowing its him. My parents have denied me this knowledge, you can tell a lot about yourself based on your genes and as such there will always be a part of me I don't understand, that I will never know.

Date submitted: April 01, 2015


I am a 21 year old "donor" conceived person. I am still trying to cope with knowing that society has wronged me. Our laws allow for this to happen. Our laws ignore our pain and our rights until the cries will be so loud and so publicly widespread that they can't ignore them anymore. Until then, the cryobanks will keep on making money and more children will be intentially ripped from their families. I worry for those children conceived this way; for those without a voice. I worry that change won't come soon enough.

Date submitted: March 26, 2015

I'll get through it

My mom told me that I was donor conceived at about 5 years old. I've had time to get use to it. Not knowing who your dad is is hard. It's hard when you see your friends go to the father-daughter dances and you not having anyone to go with. It's hard hearing your friends talk about what their going to do with their parent"s" this weekend or whatever. Not having someone to take your side when your having a fight with your mom. And when your a teen it's even harder. I want to know my dad. To know that giving sperm wasn't just something he did then check it off his to-do list. To have him contact me and want to know about me. I want that but I know that I'm not going to get it so I push it to the back of my mind, to think of at a different time. No need to worry, I'll get through it.

Date submitted: March 22, 2015

To the Mystery Father that is Probably Better Off Without Me as I Write This.

You were 23
And in June of that year, you were ready to receive your Bachelor's degree.

You were in debt
And probably in that moment, the thoughts of having me werent what ran through your head.

You jacked off into a bottle for some cash
And just like you tried to forget the life you created -- you dashed.

But here I am today
Wondering what life would've been like if I had a father to this day.

But here I don't stand tall
Struggling without any father, trying not to fall.

You left me before I knew what you were
Do you think if it was up to me I would've let this occur?

You are the reason I'm here
Thinking of letting my mom know about my knowledge of half siblings is what hits me with fear.

You are the reason no father will walk me down the aisle
And the fact that I had no say in how I was born is vile.

Now I sit here and hope that you'll claim me as your own
But you've already made a mystery out of any life I've ever known.

Date submitted: March 22, 2015

Whatever you do for me without me


I am a donorconceived man from The Netherlands. I am also a findable donor, no way i i would have donated otherwise. And a social worker. In The Netherlands we are trying to build a network for donor conceived and their parents. And working hard to get all information known from the decades before anonymity was banned.

We work together with the gay community and support gay rights. But something should be very clear for prospect parents. Family is both social and biology. And those are not interchangeble. Like sexuality the need for and feelings that make you family can not be decided on by regulations and contracts made by other people. Parents can not decide on the sexuality of their children. Just like who your family is and who you want contact with can not be managed by contracts made before you were born. If you can not handle that as a parent maybe you should think twice about using a surrogate, a donor of an adoption agency to start your family.

Deciding who is your family and wether you want to know them is a human right. And all organisations by donor conceived are human rights movements.

There are a lot of arguments used saying it is better to not know. Fantasies about family stability and all. But it just boils down to one thing. A person decides on who is family. And there is no excuse for keeping information from them. For all the parents wanting the best for their children, be open and give all information and never give any doctor or adoption agency the right to keep information from your child. It is not in the best interest of your child.

It is exactly like Mahatma Gandhi said;

Whatever you do for me without me, you do against me.

Date submitted: March 13, 2015

So, so confused

Me and my siblings only found out a few months ago that we were donor conceived, and we're all over 18. I'd always had a funny sense that something was never quite right with my dad - none of us looked anything like him at all, even though I could see the resemblance with my mum. I haven't seen my 'dad' for years now as he walked out, but knowing now that he wasn't even my biological father had made it more difficult. Yes, we know now that he's got nothing to do with biologically or emotionally, but at the same time, this man that I'd thought was my father all along, and who I'd felt some loyalty to even after he left, is now nothing to me. And I don't know how I feel about that.
I'm very, very confused: I haven't even known about this for very long, and I'm finding it difficult to talk to either my mum or my siblings about it. I don't resent my mum for finding a donor, but I do resent her decision to keep that information from us, and she seems fairly chilled about it since she's told us. Am I making a big deal about something that's actually not that important? Does it really matter who my biological father is? I've never really had a father, because me and my siblings were never close with my 'dad' anyway - he was drunk most of the time. But now we're in this confusing situation where the man we always thought was our father is actually nothing to do with us, and I'm just so confused. I wish I'd been told a lot sooner. What's worse is that no one in our family knows either, I don't know how we're going to tell them about it.
Me and my siblings actually signed up to the Donor Sibling Link recently, to find out if we had any half-siblings. Turns out we have almost 30 half-siblings, which is a LOT to process. 19 of them are them are the same age as me. Somewhere out there are 30 people my sort of age, all of them my half-siblings. The reality is that I probably won't ever know any of them. Again I'm just so confused, and I don't know how to deal with it. I think it upsets my mum to talk about it, so I don't want to tell her how upset its making me. But at the same time I just don't know what to do - I feel like I'm having a bit of an indentity crisis. Is that an overreaction? I don't know. Before finding out I was donor-conceieved, it wasn't even a topic I knew anything about. I sort of feel like half of my life has been a lie - how could my mum not have told us sooner? How could she have kept this from us?!
We did manage to find out something about our donor father - he had brown eyes, brown hair, medium skin, was about 6 foot tall, he was a photographer who liked surfing, and has fathered over 30 children through donating his sperm. That's all we know and ever will know about him. At least with my 'dad', I knew his name, and who his parents were.
I'm struggling with this. I keep trying to concentrate on school work and find my self veering off and googling everything there is about sperm-donor situation. I don't know anyone else in this situation. There are 30 half-siblings of mine out there somewhere, and a man who is my biological father. The loss of my 'dad' as well now makes it seem that there were 2 men who didn't want any part in being my father. Is this an overreaction? Am I being silly?
Of course I'm grateful that I was wanted as a child - my mum has never been anything but loving and caring, which I'm very lucky for. I had a happy childhood with my mum, it was only my 'dad' who ruined things. I just feel lost that I don't know anything about my paternal side. I know people think we should just be grateful to be alive and well, but is it so unreasonable to feel lost and confused about this? I don't know how my mum could have kept this from us, and even though I love her as my mum, I'm worried this is going to be something I'm going to hold against her forever. I'm just so so confused.

Date submitted: March 12, 2015


I am a 40 yr.old single Mother who just found out that I am the product of artificial insemination. My Mother can provide me with absolutely NO information on my donor Dad. I am struggling with this revelation...tremendously. The Father I grew up with was abusive on many levels; a cruel man. Approximately 3 years ago my Mother begged me to come back home and help her care for my Father who suffered a severe brain injury during a fall. I felt that I couldn't say no; so, I made the decision to leave my job, sell my house & help her. The last 3 years were horrible. The emotional and psychological abuse picked right back up. I can't even go into all the things he said. He passed in June 2014; and for some unknown reason this is when my Mother decided to drop the bomb regarding my conception. And, although this does explain why my Father seemed to laser point me with his wrath; I am not sure that she should have ever told me?!?! The pain he put me through my entire childhood, & the sacrifices that I made in the last few years were huge! Sacrifices made for a cruel, sadistic man who wasn't even my biological Father!!! I am beyond angry. To make the situation worse, my Mother cannot provide me with ANY information on my sperm donor Dad. I don't know how to navigate through this...

Date submitted: March 11, 2015

Response to Donor Father: Another DC Perspective

It really frustrated me that a donor conceived person chose to respond to this openly supportive donor in such a negative, blanketing way.

I have decided to add to this "conversation" because I fear that this completely unproductive negativity (choosing to respond to a donor with a heavy complaint born out of your own frustration) is VERY damaging to those of us trying to locate and connect in a positive environment with our own donors.

To any and all anonymous donors coming here out of curiosity:


I very strongly desire a situation as this donor has described, and to see him responded to in such a way is extremely upsetting!! What if MY donor read that? I fear he would be terrified from that point forward if I tried to contact him. Everyone is allowed to have feelings, but I really hate that someone decided they are going to tell someone else "how it is factually" like our lives are that black and white. Their description does not match up with my life at all. My social father was an abusive alcoholic who is not part of my adult life, and I have lost my mother. I feel alone. I have my own demons. I want to know who my donor is. But I am also aware enough to know that my experience does not speak for everyone's, and just because I am part of a collective group does not give me license to speak for all of them.

Please, please, I beg all donors who are curious to ignore any fear inspired by that response. Some of us genuinely just want to know who you are, and see if we look alike, and if we got our love of certain things from you, etc. Or we just want to know our heritage, and if we are English/Irish/German/Israeli, or if we are at risk for certain hereditary diseases. We are not all angry or bitter.

To my donor, whoever you are, thank you for making me possible, and I am so curious about you. My parents are gone...it's just me. It would give me great peace just to speak with you. I would love to take a walk together under the trees, and learn and grow. My heart would be so full and at rest.

Date submitted: March 07, 2015

YOU are not alone. YOU are not a freak.

I just randomly came upon this site. I am a female. I'm 30. I am donor conceived. And I understand. I have been angry, confused, sad, felt like a freak, pretended not to care, curious, felt guilty, and hated myself. Sometimes I would feel a little normal and start to forget, but then I would be asked about my heritage, or have to do paperwork at the doctors office where they ask about my father's health history. I hate that. I hated homework on heritage. Ugh. It was weird having my son and wondering if he looked like his grandpa. Sorry son, I don't know who your bio grandpa is. No one really knows I am donor convinced. Just my husband, mom, dad, and a couple friends. I had to keep that secret. I still to this day have to act like I don't know I'm donor conceived around my dad because he doesn't know I know. Keeping secrets is dangerous. It gets to you. You learn to keep more secrets about yourself. I learned to hide an eating disorder. Both my secrets made me feel lonely. And like a freak. But I have learned to ❤️ Myself and stop controlling what I can't control.
I understand.
You are not alone.
You are not a freak.
You can learn to love yourself for who you are and love your story.

Date submitted: March 06, 2015

My very own father

My whole life is based off of some hasty generalization that one day ill be able to meet my own father.

But what if my own father doesnt want me?
What then?

Date submitted: March 05, 2015

To be Known

Can you tell me what I looked like coming from the womb
What the colour of my eyes were as I scanned the busy room
Will you tell me my first words as I sat with a wide eyed stare
Can you answer my questions wisely on "what's life and is it fair"
As of now there could be thousands of us waiting to know your name
Wondering if its worth the stress and fuss,
Knowing how we truly came
Won't you understand now father that we have tears and we have heartache
That we feel PAIN that we've all hid deep within, on the truth that we feel fake

I doubt that its occurred to you what life has meant to me
What quests, questions and desires I've had that have led me to be me
If you have even questioned the decision you chose that night
From all of us I can tell you, the choice you made was right
I may hate my background, and what it is to be conceived
But you did what you had to, or without the money you might not have lived

One by one we'll take a stand.
To meet you father, we'll walk hand in hand
Because all we want to do is compare our colored eyes
Maybe the hair, the mouth, the possibilities rise
To meet you father
We'll work hard to the bone
Because all we want father
Is for you to be known

In the future, I hope that I can tell you thank you for bringing us together..
Brother, sister, the bonds as true as a feather
If there was ever a chance that we would ever meet
I'd throw my arms around you and kiss you on the cheek
You are needed daddy, I wish you knew
Of all of them across the world, that really need you too
We love you dad, but I promise we'll try not to be sad
Our lives are good, in fact their great!
We understand you choice, it had to be done
We understand this was our fate

One by one we'll take a stand.
To meet you father, we'll walk hand in hand
Because all we want to do is compare our colored eyes
Maybe the hair, the mouth, the possibilities rise
To meet you father
We'll work hard to the bone
Because all we want father
Is for us to be known

Date submitted: March 05, 2015

I'm sorry, what?

From the age of 3, I knew something in the house was different. Something wasn't right, something was missing. At the age of 6, I figured it out. My father was no where in sight. I asked my mom, and all she gave me was " you don't need to know, it doesn't matter now." At age 8, she finally told me I was donor conceived.

It didn't hit me until 6th grade. The numb feeling. Every time I saw a child with their dad, I went numb instantly. I couldn't move. I just stared, as if I was watching a movie and I couldn't press pause. I began to wonder what donor conceiving meant, and started researching almost every time I could.

From 6th grade to now-2015, I have tried so hard to let all emotions go when it comes to my dad. When it comes to being the only other person in the house other than my mom. It was like I had to be the dad. Be the more mature one. I had no brothers or sisters, and it was so hard to keep sane when all I wanted was to scream out "tell me who my dad is. Just tell me something so I don't go crazy! WHO IS HE! Who AM I?!?!" The science project in middle school with all the heredity talk, I couldn't do the project with half of a family tree. I didn't have the guts or the pride to tell my teacher, I don't know who my dad is. Back then, I thought I would be considered a freak for not.

All my life, I've just wanted to know the simple answers. "Who am I? Why did my mom feel as if she had to PAY her way to having me? Why do I have a receipt?" and Most importantly..."Who is he? Does he have any of my features, likes, interests... anything? Am I anything like my daddy"?

When I was 17, I asked my mom if she knew where I was from. Her reply? " I don't remember, and besides, it doesn't matter. You don't need to know." My reply? "IM SORRY, WHAT DID YOU SAY?"- we had a fight and are no longer talking.

I'm 18 now. I'm about to graduate high school. Truth? I'm scared. I know I'm going to burst into tears as soon as the ceremony is over. Because everyone else will be hugging their parents- whether their adopted, have single/homo/straight parents, and I will be alone. Without my mom, or my dad. From the moment I realized my life was different, to now, all I am is a forgotten receipt, a paid for masturbation session, and alone. My father has most likely never thought about the decision he made. He probably used the money for college, or a loan or for rent. My dad has probably never thought about me, and is now sitting with his happy life; forgetting he ever went to the conceiving center. Worst of all, because he is anonymous, he probably never wanted me. So now,ag I am still alone. Whether I have my mom or not, I will still always feel alone and unwanted. And that is the worst feeling on this planet.

However, with allllll of this negativity... comes a bright future. Because of my fathers decision, I am alive. I have a plan for my future, and I have a hope and a dream that maybe... just maybe... I will find my daddy. If it doesn't turn out... fine, I will still be unwanted by him. But not by my friends, not by my husband. So just because I don't have a dad, it will never mean I don't love my life, or whats waiting in store.

Date submitted: March 05, 2015

No one who was created from donor conception was ever wanted

I'll repeat, no one who was ever created from donor sperm or egg or embryo was ever wanted. It's an illusion impressed on us, so we will shut up and not question how we came into the world.

No woman would ever choose to have a child with a stranger, before her own husband. No woman. The child is a biological certificate of their marriage, how two halves made a whole. This is why couples with infertility will go through intensive drug therapies, and expensive IVF cycles to create their own child, and when such technologies fail them, they turn to gamete-prostitution as a means of last resort.

Same sex couples are no different either. Similar to infertile people, they want their own human certificate of their 'union', but cannot accept the fact that they aren't biological equals to heterosexuals and were never naturally intended to procreate. This is why same sex couples will seek out their brothers and sisters to 'donate' a gamete so they can pretend that they had both reproduced the child.

The child's existence was a means of absolute last resorts. Make no mistake, if technologies existed where same-sex couples and infertile couples could manufacture their own genetic children, in laboratories, us DC children would never exist.

Biology has always been extremely important to the recipients of donned eggs and sperm. Its simply because they are not capable to join the party and have their own children that they pretend that genetics doesn't matter. They choose to ignore all of the money they wasted on reproductive technology so they can produce their own biological children, they choose to forget that adopting the millions of needy non-biological children in foster care and group homes, was never their first choices, even after coming to terms about their reproductive illnesses. They choose to ignore these realities because when they pretend that genes do not matter, they'll be revealed as the hypocrites they are.

Take it from me, I was the child of a loving mother and infertile father, who were eventually able to have their own. And when they did have their own, I was treated like the secondhand toy no one really wanted but settled with. My social father began to fade on me, feeling he wasn't entitled to love me. When the divorce came, he felt he wasn't entitled to pay for me either. He had his 'real' kid now, so he no longer had to pretend that I was his.

Cryo children in these selfish arrangements are made to conform and play along with their caregivers' delusions and fantasies just to make these childish adults live out their American Dream. The child is made to call aunts, uncles, strangers, 'mom', 'dad' or whatever their intended parents want them to, because the reality is, children are not counted as human beings on this world, they're property rights to whoever buys their custody.

We know they're not true human beings, because of the drop-off boxes they have in Europe for unwanted babies, or how pro-feticide women only validate the lives of fetuses who are wanted, or how lesbians can sue sperm-selling companies when their children come out the wrong color, or how couples can demand a refund on all the money they spent on their children as parents from IVF clinics when they discover their children were a company mix up, and they aren't raising the child they paid for. Or how women are now aborting their sentient unborn children, when discovering they have harmless fixable cosmetic blemishes like a cleft pallet.

No human would ever be treated with this level of disrespect, like an object whose existence can be at the whims of online shopping, and button-clicking. Whose father was chosen because he looks like a TV celebrity and this amused the buying intended 'parents'.

No human being would ever be alive through money, or the charity donation of a complete stranger who wanted to make a lesbian couple happy. No one gives away their daughters to strangers to make singled men happy, so why doesn't that logic apply to children? Why do we think that creating children with someone we barely (if at all) know, and abandoning these children as something noble because it made the intended 'parents' happy? It's insanity.

Date submitted: March 05, 2015

I have met my Donor Dad and I have 5 half donor siblings Western australia feb 2015

I would like to say that after 32 years I have finally met my biological Father who was a sperm donor in 1981. I joined the Voluntary Register in 2013 and the Register connected me with my Donor Dad and provided some extra information and that was I have 5 Donor conceived siblings.

I have always known I was Donor Conceived (DC) and I am so greatful to my Mum for being honest with me from Day dot!! Thanks Mum :)

I have never met another Donor conceived person in my life and yes, you would be correct if you thought that might be lonely, feeling confused about my identity not knowing who I truely am, and also not being able to connect with anyone who understands....

I would like to encourage all DC people to join every register in their country and state they can find. The laws are changing and we need to stick together.

For Australian Donor conceived People check out face book
type in donor, Australian Donor conceived people - there are atleast 60,000 in Australia. You are not alone. never give up. There is also an annual conference in Melbourne june 2015 - check out: areyoudonorconceived.org

Date submitted: February 19, 2015

Father's Day

It's Father's Day
But I don't see mine
Kids create cards in class
To give to their daddies
That they love so much
It's Father's Day
But I don't recognize mine
I sit as a guest at her wedding
Her daddy walks her down the aisle
Linked arm in arm
It's Father's Day
But I don't feel mine
I cross the finish line of my first race
Breathing hard
It's Father's Day
But I don't hear mine
A project about ancestry
A family tree
But how can I draw
only half a tree?
It's Father's Day
But I don't know mine
Today I graduate
Milestone event
But who is there supporting me
Among the crowded sea?
Not mine
Because there is no mine
I do not have a daddy

Date submitted: February 18, 2015

@kids who have gay moms on this site, just like me!

Thanks, thank you thank you so so sooo much for sharing your stories. I'm the girl with the uncle who's actually my dad. I just posted my story. I honestly thought I was the only girl of two moms in the universe that kinda sorta wanted a dad... It's been painful but i haven't told anyone like not even my bestie.

I don't tell anyone about this cos I don't want anyone thinking that gay people are bad parents or that my moms are bad parents. People don't understand... They just don't understand how complicated things are at home. My moms are awesome, and it's not their fault they're gay. They can't help it. I mean why would anyone 'choose' that? It's stupid for people to think that people 'choose' to be gay, and gay is a choice. It's totally not.

I feel bad for them sometimes. The anti-gay bigots don't want them to be happy and get married, and my grandparents reject them and think their marriage is wrong, and they're going to hell (but I guess it doesn't matter now because they're divorced and they have new partners), It's so sooo unfair. If I have a gay child, I would love them so so much, and I would protect them from bullies and bigots. All my moms want is to have a baby, and have a biological family like everyone else. So I always thought what a terrible bitch (yes bitch) I am to destroy their happiness too, because I wished I just had a dad in my life and not a donor fake uncle. You have no idea how lonely and guilty I feel about this, but maybe you do? I feel like a bad child, especially when I look on TV and I see the good kids of gay parents say they have the perfect family and they don't need a mom or dad, but you're all like 'but I want a dad...sometimes?'

Thank GOD for this site. It's so nice to have a a safe place to talk about these heavy things...

Date submitted: February 15, 2015

Just figured out my uncle is actually my father, and my mother is my aunt

I'm female and 16-ish. I have gay moms (well had, they're divorced and remarried, but they're still cool and all). They wanted to basically pretend (in a sense?) they had a biological child together since it's impossible for gay couples to have kids. So they asked my uncle (father?) for sperm and he donated. I always knew I came from donated sperm, but I thought (hoped) it was some stranger or something , so then I could find him, meet him, and seek him for mentorship from him in my college years. And it can be like when adoptees meet their birth parents. I had no idea it was a relative. When I asked my mom for info about my donor, she said it was. It feels weird and incestuous and NOT cool. My mom tried to make it seem "cool" but it just seems wrong and gross. Who the hell does this? Just ew. How could he just pretend I wasn't his? We have family reunions and stuff, and he just calls me "niece". I'm his daughter. How can people just pretend their kids aren't theirs when they decide they don't want them? Is that how it works now? 'Oh I got some half-babies left, let me just give them away to this person'. What the hell!

For all you complainers, at least your donor didn't just flaunt around in your life and pretend he wasn't your dad. At least he didn't spoil his daughters, and post pictures of them on Facebook, but not show up to your graduations and school functions and Father's Day because he's basically disowned you to make his sister happy. "The people who want you are your parents" is just bullshit. It's just shit people say so they can have an excuse to give away their children. You can't just decide you want to raise some of your kids, and donate the others. What the fuck? What about me?

I feel like a freak show, and I don't hate gays, I loved my moms and I appreciate they wanted me, but if they loved me why the hell didn't they consider how I felt about all this stuff? Are there any other Cryo babies from gay people who feel like a freak? I don't know anyone else who has lesbian parents or donor sperm. It's very lonely.

Date submitted: February 15, 2015

Today I Found Out.

Today I found out.
Today I found out that I have at least 5 half siblings.

But the thing is -- my mom doesn't know.

Today I found out that whatever I called a family was a lie.
But my mom doesn't even know I try.

That I spend every waking night on the Internet.
That I spend every night googling for some man I've never met.

But the thing is -- the donor sibling registry is fucked.

I don't have money to create an account.
You know, for some people $150 is a large amount.

I just want to know if they look like me.
But I can't pay this stupid fee.

The price of never knowing my dad was enough.
But now knowing I have half siblings is tough.

I know they're out there,
But I don't know where.

Maybe we have the same eyes.
Maybe we have the same skin tone.
Maybe be look exactly alike.
I guess that'll never be known.

Today I found out.
Today I found out that I have at least 5 half siblings.

Date submitted: February 10, 2015

Science Owns Me

I should tattoo a barcode on my wrist with his 3 digit name.
My conception was bought and sold, my father, the sperm prostitute.
He is a seller NOT a donor.
The cryobanks are a billion dollar corporation NOT a benevolent non-profit organization to help the infertile.
Money is all that matters. Money is dirty and I was born out of it.
That everlasting stain is branded on my soul.
My heart bleeds daily for my unknown family.
My life had a price and I am the one who bears the consequences.

Science owns me.

Date submitted: February 08, 2015

Maybe one day you'll read this and know i was thinking of you all along.

You know what sucks? The fact that I know you're a doctor somewhere in the country, able to make ends meet.
While all I have is a mother struggling to pay bills and stay up on her feet.

You know what sucks? When people ask about you.
Because I have the same questions too.

It's hard to look them back in the eyes and tell them you don't have a dad,
But it's even harder to pretend not to be mad.

It happens all the time.

When I'm sitting in a booth eating chocolate chip pancakes,
Only to stare up and see a man with a similar shaped face.

When the lights rise after a movie
And leaving the theater is a random man who looks like maybe he produced me.

When I'm in line to get ice-cream and the man in front orders the same exact thing
It's hard to look away -- but it's worse to feel the sting.

The burn, the pain it's what we all learn
When all you've ever known your whole life is anonymous sperm.

Wishes are dumb.
Every time I make one my body goes numb.

Little do you know I've wished for the same thing since age 8,
To get to know my father is all I want at this rate.

Sometimes life begins to get a little crazy,
It always seems to be because the vision of my biological father is far too hazy.

Stephen Chbosky once said, "So, I guess we are who we are for alot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them."

But without knowing my father I don't know if being okay is an option. I'm happy to be alive, but what I'll never be happy about is not knowing.

Not knowing what your life is like. It's 4am and I sit here typing about my father who probably has a beautiful child of his own. I sit here typing about a man who's mind I probably haven't crossed since the day I was born and he got the call.

A call.
That's all I want. A call from my dad.
A reminder that he is somewhere on the planet.

At first I tried to make this description of my life rhyme, but then I realized that its pointless. Rhymes are expected, but finding my dad -- now that's not expected.

Date submitted: February 08, 2015

I have two moms

I have two moms and it sucks. My dad was a donor and I'll probably never meet him. Anyways, I'm now at the age where it really sucks to be the only guy in my house (I have a sister along with my two moms). Oh, also, they've been divorced since I was three and still don't get along. Neither of them understand how to give me some space every now and then. They don't get it when I just want to hang out with my friends and not with them all the time. Honestly, I hate it. I hate everything about not having a dad or at least a brother in my family. Even if my sister was even a little fun to be around, it would be better. I have nothing in common with her, and even less with her birth mom who I do not get along with at all. If it was just me and my birth mom I'd be a lot happier. She is the only one in my family who really cares about me and who really likes having me around and I like being around. My other mom's side of the family is so cynical and mean to each other, and just being over at her house gives me bad vibes.

Date submitted: February 05, 2015

I See Myself in the Mirror

Every morning I see my mother when I look in the mirror. I see her in my nose, its slightly bulbous end sitting in the middle of my face. I see her in my chin, its lack of natural definition constantly making it appear as if it was doubled. I see her in my sparse eyebrows, thin hair, the shape of my hands, my toes. When I look inside of myself I see her as well. She is in my anger, my love, my heart. I share with her my love of books and philosophy as well as my inability to sing. I share so much of me with her or her with me that sometimes I forget. I forget that when I look in the mirror, I only see her and me.

There have been days where I searched the mirror for clues. Is it my eyes? My lips? My pale skin? My narrow and small fingers? My small mouth? Where was HE in ME? I searched and I searched, analyzing the parts of myself that I cannot explain by my known nature and are incongruent from my nurture. The questions of "Why this?" and "Who am I?" constantly echoing in my head. Eventually, these echoes began to interfere with my life. How could I go to class and work every day when I didn't know who I was? How could I know who I am unless I knew who and what MADE me? This obsession would last for weeks at a time.

Recently though something has changed. There has been some part of me that has learned to accept, not only accept, grow and thrive, off of my lack of knowledge. I used to hide my beginnings, sure that no one would know, but I realize that they do. Family is screwed up, I am not alone in not knowing my father. It was not and is not wrong for me to look in the mirror every morning and have a piece of me wonder WHY and WHO, but it is wrong for me to believe that the world would not understand, because, in truth, no one truly understands another. For me to believe that my pains were somehow worse than another's or harder was selfish.

I still wonder, but I no longer do it silently. Others need to know of my story, even as I learn about theirs. I have taken this identity that I do not know, despite the knowledge of it since my birth, and made it into my own. I am at peace, not with having a sperm donor as my father (I may never come to terms with that) but with my position as a DC person, one with a story to tell and advice to give. I have managed to complete myself, somehow, from something broken to someone whole.

When I look in the mirror now, I see echoes of others but mainly, I just see me.

Date submitted: January 27, 2015

Bittersweet Mystery

There are mornings where you don't cross my mind,

And it's for these split second that I actually think I'm fine.

But then there are afternoons

Where I see a man and can't help and think maybe it's you.

Then I laugh, remembering how big of a world is out there

Genuinely it's all really unfair.

I wonder if while I spend my nights missing you,

You spend your evenings thinking of me too.

Jacking off into a bottle was probably the worst decision you ever made

Because now I'm the girl growing up and feeling the pain.

I think you donated at age 23,

Probably hoping to pay off your college debts and flee.

And that's why in my stomach lies a pit of fear,

Knowing you've probably raised your own daughter is something hard to hear.

I'm surprised I've made it this far without you,

The thought of myself never crossing your mind makes me crazy.

Maybe one day you'll see this poem and know that your intentions meant well

But you've really just made most of my life a living hell.

And it's all your fault I sit here typing this,

Because all of my life a father has been a myth.

I love you for creating me

but the thought of never having a quality conversation with my dad is a thought I can't have.

Date submitted: January 26, 2015

wishing things to be different

I am just a person. We all are. One of the biggest questions anyone will ask is why? Followed by How? Curiosity is of human nature. It is what keeps us human. Sometimes, when the why's and how's are done being asked, we begin wishing. Wishing on anything for things to change, to be better, or just different. I wish my real dad could be my dad. I have wished that forever. Sometimes I get really sad when I remember he isn't my biological father. I get sad, but then happy. Happy I still get to see my dad every single day when some don't. For a while I was pissed at my parents fir doing that to me. Causing me to be so different than everyone even my family who I am supposed to be similar to. Truthfully, I am blessed with everything in my life. I have an amazing and loving family who I couldn't be prouder of. For a while, I hated everyone who donated sperm, I mean like come on, can't you at least give the dc children more answers? I mean they are your biological children, basically half of their genes are unknown to them. But now I am happy with them. My parents couldn't have kids and they are now blessed with four children. We wouldn't have each other without them. Am I happy with being DC? Somedays, yes. It makes me feel special in a way, and I am constantly reminded that my parents love me. But somedays it is hard to come to terms with. I wish my family was open about it with other people, but they aren't. and I guess that is ok for now. Everything is ok for now, and I just keep trying to be positive.

14 years old

Date submitted: January 23, 2015

Father N/A

Father: N/A

You forget how different you are after a while

until you're staring a form with no check box for "fatherless child"

no "none of the above" or even an "other"

only _divorced _separated or _lives with both father and mother

it's not that he's gone, left with out a trace or care,

he never showed up in the first place, he just isn't there,

I was not born from two lovers ready to become parents

I was born from a test tube of sperm and a mom who got pregnant,

I was spawned from a transaction: cash for DNA,

created from forms,

me in my check box: father N/A

not available, applicable, accessible; anonymous

my father is a figment: forms, paperwork, and documents

a magazine, room 124 down the hall, "have you got your cup?"

no backstory, no emotion, just "to the blue line sir, yes. fill it up."

a test tube full of genes is why I sit here today

filling out forms

writing father: N/A

Date submitted: January 13, 2015

The beautiful story of J and L

My story is unique to say the least, but who's story isn't right? I am the product of a same sex couple who conceived me through a sperm donor. I am the only child of my Mom( birth mom ) and Nommie (other mom). My moms split up when I was 4 and my birth mom started dating a man who would later father my younger brother, her boyfriend and I are still very close and I even call him dad. Well I am not the only child of my sperm donor, I have a sister named L. Growing up I didn't know she was my cousin until age 8. As L and I got to see each other more and more we became closer than either of us could've ever imagined. L is truly my other half and she completes my life and has added such beauty and radiance to my life. She is wonderful down to her core and I wouldn't want to share DNA with anyone else. We do have other siblings from our donor but we don't know how many, but we're okay with just us 2 for now. So flash forward to 2014, L and I are both on the verge of turning 18 and graduating high school, and through a series of people knowing people, L got in contact with our sperm donor who we had previously only known very little about. We hadn't known his name even. She told me he would be flying to us from England in a few weeks and it was finally going to happen, we would meet him. A few weeks flew by and there L and I sat in Old School pizzeria waiting to meet the other half of our DNA. We held each others hands and tried to hold back tears of complete excitement! We had never seen a picture of him, but when he walked in we both knew. He walked right to us and gave us both a hug right away then sat down. It took all of us awhile to process how much L and I physically looked like him. We all had the same eyes. We all spoke similarly and had common interests. We got to spend two days with him and it was completely life changing for all of us. L and I still keep in contact with him and he is such a wonderful person, I couldn't be more thankful that he helped create me and my sister. To this man I am forever grateful for my life and my sisters. We met him twice and both of us loved him already. This is just a somewhat summary of the events, but there are no amount of words to describe how absolutely surreal and beautiful those days were.

Date submitted: January 07, 2015

Collateral damage

When I was born, my mom was married. Her husband left us when I was 2. My mother later met my stepdad and they've been together ever since. I've never called him dad. My whole childhood, I had been wondering about my real dad. Why he left us, if he would ever come back, if he had more kids, etc. It felt uncomfortable talking to my mom about it, so I didn't. When I started looking for him, mom found traces of my search in my room. About a year later, I think I was 16 at the time, she handed me a magazine which had an article in it about a donor conceived child. Why would she want me to read that? Anonymous sperm donors, yuk! I felt bad for the child, she would never know her father. Confused, I asked my mom to explain why I had to read it. Well, it turned out my mom's ex-husband wasn't my dad after all! The dad who had abandoned me when I was a baby, the man I thought about all those years, the guy I was gonna pay a surprise visit one day, NOT my dad! And my REAL dad was an anonymous sperm donor. A stranger who was not interested in me, and I would never get to meet him. It was too much for a teenage girl to handle. I felt angry, betrayed, ashamed and confused. My world, my reality was shattered. My mom did not have the skills to cope with the shame and guilt herself, so I was left to deal with my emotions and problems alone. There was no help offered to me, no guidance or anything. I'm glad donor conceived people have places to go nowadays, for support and help with their search. It took me years to find people like me, who actually understood me and my struggles. Who assured me what I was feeling was not so strange and nothing to be ashamed about. It's caused me much pain and frustration, I feel a void a my life and I have identity problems. I'm 32 now and have not found my donor or half sibs yet. But there's still not a day that goes by I don't think about it. I feel sorry for people who can't conceive for some reason, but I feel much more sorry for people who will never know their father, grandparents, siblings.. half of their roots! Donor sperm is not the way to go!

Date submitted: December 30, 2014

Tiptoe-ing around the truth

I'm a 22 year old girl, I've always known something was amiss with my fathers side of the family from a young age as my nana and aunties on that side doted upon my younger sister but left me and my older sister alone and never cared to involve us. It was like that for as long as I can remember.
I had to go hand in some ID at a job when I was 19 and they wouldn't accept the form of UK birth certificate I have, because it wasn't the full one but it was all I had. So I contacted my mother and asked if she had some form of proper birth certificate I could borrow. She did, an adoption certificate which has confused me constantly for the past 3 years but I didn't dare ask as I knew my mother had been married before and at some point in her past she had been attacked by her ex and I didn't know if it would be upsetting for her, so I said nothing. Just assumed that me and my older sister, who also had an adoption certificate were adopted on my dads side.
This evening I was on the phone to my younger sister and she asked me how easy it was to get hold of ID so I just mentioned that I used my adoption certificate and she made me repeat it and I clicked in then that she must not know and I felt like so angry at myself. But of course I had to explain what I knew to be the truth, she got upset, phoned my mum who turned up at my house to explain the truth.
Her previous husband was infertile and she desperately wanted kids so she used sperm donors to conceive twice. My older sister and me. Then her marriage broke down and she met my father and they got married, to change our surnames to her new married name she had to put us both up for adoption and then adopt us. So that explains the certificates.
I'm just shellshocked still. I don't understand why they never told us, they must have known that we must suspect something because of this adoption business but just never told us. Sure, I feel so loved, I was such a wanted baby and that's a great feeling but I feel like they've spent the whole of my life avoiding letting me know where I sort of come from.
I feel like I'm being selfish feeling this way but I can't help it I suppose. I love both my parents, to the ends of the earth and back but this has really knocked me and I feel as if they must have more to hide

Date submitted: December 17, 2014

Too soon, and too fucking late.

I was always bubbly about the idea of getting to meet my donor. My singled mother tells me I've been asking about my daddy from the time I was three. I'd point to my uncles and say "Daddy!". I'd point to absolute strangers and say "Daddy!". As long as they were men, they were 'daddy!'. It was just so adorable, and just so plain cute how a child can just wander up to strangers asking if they were her absent father. Am I right? How cute! As a child I'd wonder, "Oh what could he look like? What were his interests? What is his name? Could he possible provide me that father-daughter relationship of my dreams? Just like the movies? Oh how wonderful!" As far as I knew, I was totally cool with being a donor kid. I'd defend a woman's 'right' to a child, all day long. If I wasn't around to make my mother happy, who would be? That's our jobs as children, to make our parents happy. So I tolerated not having a father to write my Happy Father's Day cards to, of being escorted to father-daughter dances, and of being dumbstruck about what to write for my family heritage papers. I did this all with cheerful smiles and the assurance to all the haters who thought I was being 'deprived' of a father, that I was tootally ok. Lesbians and single women can raise kids. Who the fuck needs dads? Am I right? They're just DNA-dispensers. None more, or less. Women don't need them to take care of the kids. Obviously! Look how awesome I am to prove it!

Being a donor-kid was all ok when I was a teenager, because, dearest mommy always said, "When you're eighteen, you can meet him, not until.". So I waited, and I waited, and I waited, and just as soon as I turned eighteen I was off to the clinic to finally meet this mysterious man who is my father, my flesh and blood. This wonderful man who gave me life, my features I can't explain, and my delicious personality! Who welcomed me into the world, and who I knew was going to be the dad of my dreams. But when I tracked him down and spoke with his wife over the phone, I got some bad news´┐Ż.Oh yeah, he died, just four years ago, it was a car accident. Woops. Oh well, I guess I can just wait to get another opportunity to meet and have a relationship with my father, the next go round. Am I right?

Thanks California CryoBank! It's really lovely how you split families, crush dreams, and restrict children from ever meeting their parents, just so you can make money! No one's lives are being fucked over because of your donations. No, none at all!

Sincerely yours, one of your clients' not-so-happy 'products'´┐Ż

Date submitted: December 16, 2014

Re a concern like my donor

At the time I made the decision my relationship with my parents was OK. I do not believe that you have to be raised by your biological parents. About this we just totally disagree. But you put it like it's a fact. When making up my mind I also imagined myself in different positions, including that of a DC child. How would I feel if I would be DC? My reaction when I later heard I actually am was in essence the same. So I am confident this will not change when/if I'll have a child with my wife. A donor is a donor and a father is a father and those things are not the same. DC's are not accidents, they are the result of a decision to ask for help and one to help. I like the idea. Good to know that you're wanted (DC). Good to get help (parents). Good to help (donor). Yes there will be DC's that donot agree. However it is striking how many DC's became donor. Therefore I believe it is good to know for a DC that this is possible. And I believe if they do, that that's a good choice. Choice, since no-one is forced. At 18 years you can vote, perform in an adult movie, marry etcetera. You don't know me, but I made a decision I thought well about. At the age of 17, but had to wait to put in practice at 18 years old. What will happen when I'll meet my DC offspring I'll have to see. I made the choice to give them a choice, both the choice of meeting me and the choice of not meeting me. They're welcome if they do. I believe donor insemination is a good way to help. I believed this before I knew about my background and after I heard it I kept on believing this and I still do. Yes, there's no guarantee that they'll have loving parents, but chances for that are higher than average since they can't be an accident.

Date submitted: December 16, 2014

Re Re just like my donor

In response to your questions:

1. I'm from the Netherlands. the donor wasn't paid. But even if they do, does that make it a bad thing? Some firefighters get paid, others not. The doctor from the clinic did earn money, but I strongly have the impression (based on his books) he wanted to help.

2. Yes, why not? It would be a big age difference and he probably children of his own. But he is a stranger. Not one who provided a business service, but someone wh helped. I do find this 'product' idea of yours strange. Since it's about helping. Reproduction with half sibs would be riscy, but if biological sibs do not get biological children it's not a problem. However to prevent possible problems (if they want to have children) it's good that my DC offspring can easily check.

3. No-on has property rights to children. A child belongs to itself. If people need some help getting children, sperm donation can be a way of helping. Sometimes doctors are involved, sometimes people do it themselves. Why would it be a problem to use plastic to inseminate, but not a problem to use plastic to eat? I do not give away a child, I enable people to have a child who can no without some help.

4. It's totally different. Choosing to go for a child and raise it if this happens is totally different from helping others. DNA does not make you a parent.

Date submitted: December 16, 2014

A concern re: Just like my donor

I am an almost 50 year old 'donor' conceived person who has been following DC issues for over a decade and I have very serious concerns over the recent posting "Just like my donor" (JLMD):

*JLMD wrote: " "The combination makes it special: knowing I help parents like my own":

But you 'donated' before you knew you yourself were 'donor' conceived. So the combination that makes it special to you now is not what motivated you then. What motivated you? Did you have good relations with both your biological mother and your non-biological father (who you didn't know was not your biological father at the time of your decision to 'donate')? If you did have good relations, not knowing you were not related, why would you want to deny your own biological children who might be conceived via your 'donations' that father/son/daughter connection that you had with your social father? Did you perhaps have a bad relationship with your social father, not knowing that he was not your biological father? If you did have a poor relationship with this man who you thought was your bio-father, do you think that your decision to 'donate' was influenced by your personal experience with what you might have subconsciously perceived as the non-importance of fathers (biological)? That because your father was such a poor father that you felt any children conceived via your donations would have a better chance at being unconditionally loved in a way that you weren't because they were "so wanted"? And somehow by extension, that part of them that is you, is also being loved in a way that was denied to you?

I can certainly understand how now that you know that your social father was not your biological father, that you too were conceived via an anonymous 'donor', would help to give deeper meaning to your own experience. But it sounds like you do not have children of your own who you will raise yourself, with your wife. There is a good chance that you will experience a love and a connection that you have never felt before - when/if this happens. This experience too will connect you with your unknown father, grandparents, ancestry, heritage. There is a good chance that feelings will stir in you that will alter your current perspective on your 'donations' and your own 'donor conceived' experience.

I think your feelings might very well change even further when/if you ever meet one of your 'donor' children who might look like and share many of your personality traits. A child of yours who might very well feel like she/he was abandoned by her genetic father but unable to express her/his sense of loss. A sense and feeling that is disenfranchised.

Your daughter/son who might say she'd/he'd just like to meet you, says only what she/he thinks you and her/his mother would want her/him to say - not wanting to "rock the boat". Never really feeling able to express her/his confusion and sadness. Or your son/daughter, who might look just like you, just like your mother, just like your father , who you never knew, who was never there for you. Bringing it all back full circle. Are these 'donated' cells? No.

You have not yet fully experienced your own experience and are not really in a knowing position to advise other 'donor' conceived to 'donate'. You can also read for yourself that other 'donor' conceived who have submitted stories at The Anonymous Us Project who do not share your current viewpoint.

In short, this is NOT wise or fully informed advice to give to others:
*JLMD wrote: "Anyway, I believe it's good for all DC's that they too can help by becoming donor":

Many 'donors' are unaware of the complexity of what they are doing. They do this without much context, or thought or counseling. You were 18 years old, a man-child, this is much too young and I think it's actually criminal that you were taken advantage of without more life experience and emotional development.

Date submitted: December 16, 2014

Re: Just Like My Donor.

I have often wondered what other donor-conceived people feel about certain things, and since you responded to some of the commentators of your entry, I was wondering how you feel about these questions.

1. Has it ever bothered or occurred to you that your genes and features were chosen from a cataloguer, and you were half-contracted and half-purchased through a company, in the exact same way that we buy materials for building houses? Has it ever bothered you that your life was just a business service to your parents who were willing to buy to have children?

2. If your genetic father is not who you consider to be your true father, would it be ok to enter a (if you were a gay man), a romantic sexual relationship with him since he's not your real family, and he's no different from a random organ donor to your eyes? Why would it not be ok, since he's just a stranger who provided a business service? If you can insure that you and your siblings do not reproduce children of your own, why would it not be ok to enter a incestious relationship with your biological half-brothers and sisters, since they are not your true family, but just the other products made by the company, they and your parents bought from?

3. Do you think that children are property rights to the people who choose to have them, or do you think they are people just like everyone else? If you think they are people, why do you think it's appropriate to have money, cataloguing, contracts, and engineering involved in the production of their life? And why also do you feel as though giving life to your biological daughters and sons (male and female offspring) is a charitable business service to another couple? I was under the impression that you provide a way to give food and toys as charity service to other people, not your children.

4. Why do you think it's ok to call ownership to the biological children you personally raised, but to disown the biologically children you systematically and legally donated to another couple?

I hope this isn't too harsh, but I'm speaking not on emotion but for what sperm and egg donning services are to the eyes of the United States Law and from a biologist perspective. It is important to note that sperm donors and egg donors are social names similar to 'mommy' and 'daddy', but fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, daughter and sons are medically recognized terms, and these individuals are a part of your heredity as a person. That's why I used these terms instead of donors.

Please answer if you can, Thank you.

From, Cryo Child.

Date submitted: December 15, 2014

Re In Re just like my dad

1. Sorry for helping? Sorry for giving people who long so much for a child some help?
2. I do take my responsibility as a known donor. They can meet me if they want. But you seem to forget that they also have a right NOT to meet me. With my wife (shouldn't need a future one I hope)it would be totally different. A joined decision of trying to conceive a child and raise if this happened is very different from being a donor.
3. I do find your response offensive here. My only real father is the one that raised me. My donor is my donor nice of him to help my parents. As many DC I do not feel any need to meet my donor. However, I know other DC do feel that need. So I do the best in that sense: I give my DC offspring the choice. It would not be a choice if I forced myself upon them.

Date submitted: December 15, 2014


I have never knowingly met another donor-conceived person (besides my siblings). I often look at the LGBTQA community and see that they are very organized with support groups and such. They also have visibility. They have subtle and overt ways of showing that they are part of the community. For example, they can wear rainbow bracelets, attire etc. and this makes it easier to meet other in the same community. It would be great to have a subtle way to show we are in the donor-conceived community, whether its through certain color bracelets, designs, or sayings on shirts. I know there's a popular brand out there DC, but i'm not so sure about that. Any ideas?!

Date submitted: December 14, 2014

In Re to Just Like My Donor

Not donor conceived but I want the response to end up on the same page as the comment its regarding.

Abandonment is a lot like abuse and neglect - it can rear its ugly head generation after generation until, finally, one day, someone in that chain says "Stop. Not my kids, not this time." You can do that still, if you want. You are already willing to meet your kids you just have to unlearn a few things you've been trained to think.

1. You can be sorry for your absence from their life without being sorry for their existence. You were trained and your kids are trained to think that to complain about what happened to them is to complain about being conceived or existing at all. It will be wonderful to say to them that you are so happy they exist and are proud to have made them but are sad that you did not understand that every child you put on this earth deserves your love and attention. Say sorry, not sorry they exist, sorry you did not take care of them, sorry you signed something that said you relinquished your parental rights and obligations to them if and when they are born. They are trained to use phrases like "how I came to be" or "the circumstances of my conception" or "told about my beginnings" so that to be upset at being abandoned comes out of their mouths like "I wish I was never born". That sucks. You can undo that by letting them know making them exist was the best thing you ever did and leaving them behind is your greatest regret.

2. Realize that you chose to have children with their mothers the same way you might choose to have children with a future wife. They are after all, just women, like any other women you might date. Accept that this is how you chose to have some of your children and this is how you chose to meet the mothers of your children. You walked into the clinic before their mothers did. You were there first. Your kids were going to exist no matter who their mother was. All the clinic did was help you connect with women who wanted to have kids with you. You created your kids, this was your choice. Nobody else created kids with your sperm - that was you, in charge of your body calling the shots on what was going to happen to your kids if and when they were born. Your a grown man. If you have 40 or 50 kids out there, you did that, not the clinic, not the people who bought your sperm, that was you. Tell your kids that if you meet them let them know you take responsibility for having put them here and they should take responsibility for their kids too.

3. They are your family and you are part of your fathers family. If you thought of someone other than your biological father as your father it means something bad happened to you to make another man step in and raise you. The fact that there are many great men out there that could do a wonderful loving job of raising your children is no excuse for you abandoning them. It was not your job to provide those men with a venue to demonstrate their superior childrearing skills; your job was to raise your kids and because you did not they got the chance to shine where you fizzled. You can't give those men the gift of being able to have a family without first screwing your family over by being absent. I know it was not sold to you like that when you signed up to donate but their business is getting you to sell parental rights to as many of your kids as possible. They will tell you that your donating a cell and have you sign a document that says if and when your kids are born you abandon all your parental rights. I know you probably did not read what you signed but logically what would that form have to say on it in order for other people to be raising your kids? If logic alone is not enough to convince you just Google "sperm donor agreement", they are virtually all the same and the bulk of the agreement is about custody and control of your kids. Come on who wants your sticky old sperm if they can't keep your kids.

Good luck I hope you find your father and your kids so this does not happen to your grandchildren. Find a nice girl that will love all your kids same as any she may have with you. Peace

Date submitted: December 12, 2014

just like my donor

Well these categories can be difficult, since I'm not only donor conceived, but also became spermdonor when I was 18. Would that be genetic too? Since I decided to become spermdonor before being told about me being DC, this could not have influences my decsision unless by the genes I got from my donor. Anyway, I believe it's good for all DC's that they too can help by becoming donor, though I realize this is much easier for guys.

I told the clinic about my DC background: no problem.

My DC offspring can contact me later IF they want to. I am open about it. When internetdating, I mentioned it before the first real-life date. If my wife (yeah, from the dating site) and I get children, I will tell them too.

As a donor I have feelings too: I hope and pray my DC offspring will have a good life. They're welcome if they want to meet me, but it's up to them.
The combination makes it special: knowing that I help parents like my own.

Date submitted: December 10, 2014

I've Never Known, and Now I Don't Care ...

My birthday was on the second of November, and for my whole life I've never known who my father was because I was conceived through sperm donation. I was just talking to my boyfriend about it and it finally just hit me that, yes I may still have "daddy issues" or it may still hurt a little here or there, but essentially I don't care who my father is. Because yes blood family .. that's your blood, no one can take that away from you. But just because someone is related to you through blood does not mean that they can or should take up space in your mind, especially if it hurts. My dad, without knowing it, hurt me for a very, very, very long time, but in this short moment of realization I have come to see that it's no long a huge deal for me to know who my father is. Growing up I lived in a building where I was the only child and throughout my years I've met many people that have cared for me like I was their own child. My mom never dated and she never married. I'm a woman now and my father has yet to see that. I can write you a sob story sob story... we all can. But today I now look at the brighter side of thing. My father missed his daughter growing up. I may have more half siblings than I know about. I do know that I have a half brother. I found out when I was about eleven or twelve but his mother didn't approve of us talking. It broke my heart. It still does, and suprisingly typing that just now ... I felt that more. The fact that my own sibling was so close and out of my reach so fast before my eyes ... the thought of that hurts more than not knowing my father. My father missed me growing up. For me to find out now, and all of a sudden have a daddy now, wouldn't do me any good. Everyone is different. That's just my own take on it. I've never known, I don't think I ever will, and I can honestly and happily say I do not care.

Date submitted: November 04, 2014

For: I feel scared and alone and confused from

I am really a parent but wanted to respond to someone below.

I am glad you read what I posted and I wish I could hug you right now. Your description is the first one I have come across that addresses how you feel about your parents and that its not them, but a curiosity you feel you wish could be answered. I can tell you that if you were my child, I would want you to come to me and express your feelings so we could work through it together. I do understand that you have feelings and you shouldn't have to apologize for how you feel because that's just the way it is. I appreciate that you have not used hate, resentment, or disgust to describe your feelings. I don't know your parents, so I don't know how to help you proceed with expressing your feelings. It is a tough situation because you obviously love them and respect them or you wouldn't care about them getting upset or "hating" you for bringing it up.

I can share with you that our doctor requires counseling before acceptance into the donor recipient program. In addition, there has to be no other way you can conceive with your own oocytes or sperm. We tried, but my ovaries just weren't cooperating and my doctor had me on the maximum dosages of medicine. So back to the counseling, the counselor discusses the feelings of children and some of the same things you said about "feelings of belonging". This is important for everyone.

Personally when I have something weighing on me I pray and meditate on it. I try to get guidance. I ask you to do that on how to bring it up delicately with your mom and make sure you preface it with letting her know she is your mom and you love her and need her help with questions and feelings you have. It always starts off better when you let the other person know you need their help. Do what you feel is best and remember to stay calm. You may choose to bring it up or you may choose to let it go. As tough as this is, that's the beauty of it. Regardless, you are an individual. You didn't have a choice about your conception (actually, none of us have a choice in our conception, do we? - so you are not alone) but you can make your own decisions now about the path you take.

As far as being a science experiment - you're not. No matter where conception is attempted, it won't work if its not meant to be. We actually spoke to our pastor before continuing with our decision. Believe it or not, this has taken place since the beginning of time, just the method has changed with modern science.

Here's a smile moment for you - You know how we all cringe at the thought of our parents having sex - and ickk. You don't have to have that icky thought because now you can have a baby without having sex. I hope that had its intended reaction of OH, YEAH, your right!! If not, sorry I wasn't intending on being insensitive.

By the way, I can tell you aren't a brat because of your concern for relationship with your parents.

I wish you luck and send you hugs as you think about what you choose to do. Again, you are making the decisions now - just take care in them so what you intend on happening is actually the outcome.

Date submitted: November 03, 2014

I feel scared and alone and confused

I have a donor for a dad, and I've never talked to my parents about it because I'm afraid of their responses. They told me very young, so I always sorta knew, but I never wanted to bring it up at dinner, or at family heritage reports in High School, or anywhere really. My parents didn't bat an eye when I incorrectly wrote about my family Pedigree (a AP Biology assignment that was suppose to teach us about heredity) and listed my adopted father's family, as my biological family. They didn't bat an eye again when people go up to me and tell me I look like my dad, even though I don't look like him, I look like a stranger that I'll probably never know.

When I read the story about the grandparents and their lesbian daughter or the story about the lady who said 'deep thoughts about for the donor conceived' it twists knots in my stomach. I really get afraid of how my mom and dad will think of me. They don't really understand... They ask me about feeling 'different', and I tell them everything fine. I lie because I'm afraid sometimes if they'd get angry at me because I'm bothered that I'll never learn about my birth-dad.

I wondered if other parents will be more understanding, so I've googled stories about donor-conceived people, and looked at the comments. Now I know for certain my parents will be mad at me. I've seen so much hate... like people calling donor-people 'spoiled brat' or a 'ungrateful child' or saying 'the donor-people's parents have a right to a child that they want'.

All I want is to know my dad. I don't hate my mom, and I don't hate my dad. I just wish I knew my siblings and my bio-dad...

Yeah, it bugs that I was conceived out of money, and I was some lab-science freak, but it hurts more knowing my parents will probably curse at me for wanting to know my birth-dad. Why is it fair for adopted people to want to know their dad, but it's bad if I want to? I don't get it... Why does it seem like everything is revolved around the parents and what they want?

If I had a kid, I would just want them to be happy. I wouldn't want them to do what I want. I want them to have everything they need to feel like they need to fill whole.

I don't get this hypocrisy, the people who are saying that not knowing my dad is no big deal are people who are not donor-conceived, they KNOW both their parents, even if their dad was not the best dad in the world. They still KNEW their dad, and he didn't trade them in for money. The people who do donor-conception usually ALSO know both their bio-parents. Also, the reason why they want to do donor-conception is the first place, is because one of the parents wants to be a biological parent. Otherwise, why wouldn't they adopt a baby?

Its like everyone else wants to feel bad for my dad and mom, but I have to suck it up and get over the fact that my dad abandoned me for money, and my parents made him anonymous so I can never meet him....

Date submitted: October 28, 2014

Thank you

Dear Donor,
There are many things I would like to say to you or ask you. I'd like to ask you what your nose looks like, because it certainly does not resemble anyone else's in my family. I'd like to know if you have more children than what your paperwork from 15 years ago said you did, because even though I'll probably never meet them, I consider them my siblings. I'd like to know if you would want to know about me and the other 17 donor children that were conceived because of you. I know three of them, we connected on my eighteenth birthday, which was last year. I'd like to tell you that I get compliments on our eye color almost daily and that I think I got my love of traveling from you. I'd like to tell you that all four of us half sisters look very much related and that I'd love a picture of you to see our resemblance to you. I love my half sisters. I grew up with a younger adopted sister and two younger step sisters. The day I met my half sisters, I felt complete. For years I knew something was missing, holidays felt off, people telling me that my adopted sister and I looked alike felt wrong and I never felt like I could talk about it for fear of hurting my family's feelings. Donor, of all the things I'd like to say to you, the biggest thing I want to tell you is "Thank you". Thank you for giving me some kind of biological family that I can connect with. Thank your for giving me this life. Thank you for providing so much sperm, because that gave me a huge family that I know is out there and I already love them so much, just as much as the sisters I grew up with. And for all my donor siblings out there, there is a quote by Tennyson that I once read that sums my feelings for you perfectly, "if I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever.."

Your 19 year old, college student, female offspring

Date submitted: October 27, 2014

Driven Confusion

I knew from my earliest memories that I didn't have a father, it was obvious as my mother was raising me on her own and went through Hell in order to have me. Growing up it never bothered me, it was normal. I knew by the age of six that I was born from medicine and a man who had given sperm. Only then, I didn't know what that meant. Later my mother adopted my younger siblings and I saw them struggle with identity and with the questions of who they were, biologically, and who their parents were. I didn't understand.

I knew from a very early age who I was. I was the oldest daughter, the oldest sister, the second mother, the caretaker. I loved children, animals, books, and television. I wanted to work in the healthcare system. I was secure in my person. This all changed in my senior year of high school. This year was the first time I actually considered the possibility of finding half siblings. This was the year that my entire life changed. Looking back, a part of me regrets this search because it cracked my sphere of self knowledge. I began to realize that I was more than what I did. There was a part of me that I couldn't explain, that I didn't know, and it began to eat away at me.

Despite this, I continued on, I completed my first two semesters in college pretty well, becoming a Psychology major and working hard, but it was becoming harder. The more stressed I became, the more depressed I became, the more I wondered about my biology. I go to a religious college and while the experience has not been terrible, there have been times when I have regretted it. My third semester in college was one of those times. I was taking a class about my church's idea of a "perfect family" (a class I had to take in order to graduate). I was already stressed out when the teacher assigned case studies, one of which involved a single woman deciding to conceive a child through A.I. (artificial insemination). This, of course, struck me hard as that is how I was conceived. The study itself was not bad, but its reception by my classmates was despicable. They immediately went after this fictional woman, calling her un-Christ-like and inspired by the devil to have a child. I nearly walked out of the room right then, and almost ran my mouth off at the person speaking and teacher who did not stop him. I did break down as soon as I left class.

I had never felt so alone in my life, like an outsider who didn't belong. I nearly left school. I nearly left my church, and might have if I hadn't also had a few amazing friends who were able to keep my faith that there were still decent people. Nonetheless, my world was shattered. I could no longer lock the feelings down and allow them to only surface when I was overwhelmed because they dominated my thoughts´┐Ż they dominate my thoughts. It was at this point when I learned that I really began to search and discovered that there was no information left. Everything has been lost, all records of half my DNA has disappeared through time.

Now I sit here as I struggle to find more information, contacting the fertility clinic and hoping desperately that they are able to find the donor profile from nineteen and a half years ago or that some relative of mine has registered on a DNA database somewhere. Until then I feel I am a ghost, half a person. I am driven to succeed because it is the only control that I have. I feel ashamed for wanting knowledge and justified in my desires. I am conflicted, driving myself further into the future to drown out the past of which I have no knowledge.

Date submitted: October 21, 2014

Lets start a discussion

Sign this petition to help end anonymity in the U.S!
It is just an online petition, but it is something.
Starting a conversation or discussion is extremely crucial to our cause.

Link to petition:


Link to video of donor conceived person speaking on "starting a conversation":

Does anyone have any ideas of how to get this conversation going? How to advocate for this cause? Please post suggestions and comments on this site. I don't know any donor conceived people so I am really glad to see people posting on here and telling their opinion and stories.

Date submitted: October 16, 2014

I'm the product of a my mother's egg and a sperm donor

I am the daughter (not biological) of two moms. I love them both sooo sooo much but there is not a day that goes by that i didn't wish i had a dad. it is very hard for kids like me that are different. no matter how accetping society is. i have men in my life ´┐Ż my moms' friends but it is not the same. I love my parents but I don't agree with the fact that I will never know half of my biology or my siblings. I will never do that to a child. If I can't have them, I will adopt. I hope more couples, gay and straight, consider adoption and foster care.

Date submitted: October 12, 2014

Passed down

I know vague characteristics of him: hair color, height, weight.
He likes the beach and tennis. How informative.

I recently found out that his mom, my grandma, took her own life. I had to repeatedly ask for medical history from the cryobank to get this information. And none of this information was updated, it was over 21 years old. I am not allowed updated information.
They cant tell me if my father is dead or notify me when he dies. Yet, I can know how his mother died. She suffered from depression.
Does the sadness and pain I feel come from my grandmother?

I know some of this pain is from being donor conceived.
Not knowing who he is.
Not knowing if the girl sitting across from me, who resembles me, is my sister.
The not knowing is brutal.
The cryobank having full knowledge and control over these files and me not having a right to them is unjust.
I hold so much anger, sadness, and helplessness.

Thank you so much for giving me this life anonymous father. My cowardly father.
And the system that allows this to happen anonymously, Thank you so much!
I have never felt more screwed over and depleted of my rights.

God bless America.

Date submitted: October 11, 2014

I have come to detest questions

I have come to detest questions such as "Where are you from?", "What nationality are you?" or "Why are you an only child?". Personally, these questions require extended answers as they are not brief and clear cut as they should be in my mind. Finding out that I am the "wanted child" of a sperm donor doesn't make these questions any easier to answer and I often find myself asking more questions after the fact. Where do I come from? What is my nationality?

Being told I am donor conceived in my mid twenties was devastating. I still feel numb to this information even several months later. My father, who is still alive, never wanted me to know that he was not my biological father making our weekly conversations even more fake and forced then they used to be and even though we aren't the closest, I know that he cannot ever find out I know-a feeling of total guilt. My mother, bearer of the news, wants to go back to being as close as we were prior but being best friends again just isn't on my radar yet. I have found solace in sharing my story with select strangers, people who did not know me before the news. These people have the human reaction that I craved, the reaction of disbelief and bewilderment, unable to process, as I was, the thought of this life-altering news.

Someone said to me, "This is just another part of your story. It has always been there, you are just now aware." I understand that nothing about my physical being has changed and I have been a donor conceived child since birth. Intellectually, I get that. I get that I should know, that it is what it is.

Even though I have this knowledge, I'm still not okay with it.I feel completely betrayed and have never felt more disconnected and disengaged from my family than I do now. I will never know half of my health history, if some of my quirks are actually innate or something I just picked up, or who I really look like.

I'm conscious and trying not to let this interfere with work or friends(which I think I'm doing pretty well at!) . It cannot be something that I use to blame problems on and isn't an excuse to not be living life to the fullest.

Perhaps I will never be able to answer the aforementioned questions with concise, simple answers. However, for now, I will work on wrapping my brain around the fact that I am who I am, that this is my truth. I will work on feeling again, making a conscious effort to help rebuild relationships. I will work on fully accepting the truth with grace and dignity and not be ashamed or afraid to share my story.

Date submitted: October 10, 2014

remaining anonymous isn't an option

I got in contact with my donor through the donor sibling registry. I met him a few months later. Honestly, I don't know what I would do if I hadn't met him because it changed my whole perspective on life. I was never much like my biological mom even, and this guy was JUST like me. It felt like I had a real family member for the first time, even though I did have a mom and a dad who raised me.

I've been unimaginably and outstandingly lucky to have all that I have. And that wouldn't have been possible had this guy remained anonymous. SO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IF YOU ARE THINKING OF DONATING DO NOT REMAIN ANONYMOUS. You're creating people here, and they deserve to know who they are.

Don't think you're helping people If you're not willing to at least meet the kid you created, because all you're doing is creating a kid who will always feel like a piece of them is missing. It's true, some are okay with not meeting their parents, but that is usually not the case.

If you want to donate sperm/eggs, great. But don't do it like a coward.

Date submitted: October 07, 2014

The uncertain, unknown, and uncaring.

Spring is blooming flowers, sunlight, and new life. Green becomes denser and the sun burns hotter. The dormant come alive again in a flurry. The cycle is endless in nature.
Spring is blooming flowers, sunlight, and new life. My life is a treacherous storm. The calm of the sun comes after. I can live, but I can't live a full life.
I am half of my mother; the other half is claimed by science.
It is cold to be born from a package that was indeed a gift to my mother.
The menu offers black, white, yellow, and any color, size and shape you desire.
They're making billions, we are pushed under the rug.
To be half of a whole, to be foreign to yourself.
Father is foreign and it is black.

Date submitted: September 28, 2014

No Progress

Why has Anonymous sperm and egg donation not been outlawed in America?
Many other countries have already done this...

Anyway, here is my story:
I am donor conceived. I have 3 siblings that I grew up with and each of us share the same mother but have different donors. My mom raised us on her own.

My view is that our rights are taken away before we are even born. They sacrifice our right to know our donor father or mother so what? they can make more money? Because they get more donors this way? Because this may be easiest on the parent seeking artificial insemination and easiest for the cryobanks? When are our rights ever considered? No one bothered to consider the consequences or to try to set up a system that is fair to all parties.
We do not know half of our lineage; this includes medical information and information that could tell us about our heritage that contributes to our sense of self and identity.

This is WRONG.
We need this to change. Anonymity has to go.

Date submitted: September 15, 2014

RE:Thinking of Donating Sperm

This is a response to the man thinking about donating his sperm. While it's nice to help couples struggling with infertility, the way that this situation is handled makes all the difference in determining the ethics of the outcome. In order to prevent your donor children from having psychological problems, it's important that they know who you are and at least get to meet you once. These children need to have loving parents at the same time as knowing where they came from, since ancestry, genetic ties, and medical information are highly important; having only one or the other type of parent (social vs genetic) is insufficient in producing a healthy donor conceived person with a complete sense of identity. I say this from a combination of personal experience as a donor-conceived adult and from reading research studies on the subject. Even before I found out that Dad wasn't my bio-dad (2 months ago, and I'm 34) and that I was donor conceived, I experienced a damaging disconnect from my social father due to our inherent differences that went beyond generational differences. My self-esteem actually improved upon finding out, though I'm still having to do some internal rearranging, which is tougher at an older age.

Likewise, if you're planning on donating, see if you can make sure that the parents have the intention of sharing the child's donor conception story with them early on and to allow for non-jealous access to you. Choose a sperm bank that will allow you to be an "open donor," rather than one that requires anonymity, and list yourself on the Donor Sibling Registry. If you can't handle being known by your donor children, then please don't become a donor for their sake.

Thank you, and I hope that helps.

Date submitted: August 23, 2014

Dear Father

Dear Father,

I thought I saw you the other day.

I was standing in the hall of the DMV office, waiting for someone, when a man walked past me to reach the door. And, for a moment, I couldn't breathe.
This had never happened to me before. Mainly, I had never seen anyone in public who was so close to your height, but this man was very tall, like you. He was naturally tan, like you. And he was young, like you. I had never seen anyone who could have so easily been you.

So I stood there for a moment, not breathing, and waiting for something, though for what I don't know. He disappeared around the corner of the door, but the tears that had begun were still there as I stared at the spot he had occupied. It scared me slightly, this encounter, because he could have been you. It scared me how easily any man could be you.

And of course I want to see you, meet you. Any human being endowed with the slightest bit of curiosity would want to know what their father looks like. They would actually want to know more than that, but that is not an option for the children of donors.

And, putting you aside for a moment, what about my siblings? I was overwhelmed with jealousy at the girls who made national news. The two had been living in the same state and had been friends, both eventually attending the same college out of state. It was there they discovered that they were sisters, that they shared the same donor father. I couldn't help the jealousy I still feel. Something like that does not happen twice.

Yet, maybe it does. You see, when I was standing immobile in the DMV hallway looking at that man who could have been you, I never registered that he was wearing glasses, and that when you donated you had perfect vision. I certainly wasn't focused on the fact that chances were very slim you would ever be in my overlooked state, especially not in my small town. Being the child of a donor has a unique ability to make one forget how large a place the United States is. How large a place the world is. The realities came later. But there is always that hope, that possibility that he was you, that the next man I see will be you.

As people there are certain things we must tell ourselves in order to get through the day, and the things donor children say to themselves serve the same purpose. People have to believe in something in order to survive.
I don't know if I ever will meet you, even by accident. I can't distinguish whether the hope I feel is justified or if it is just something else I as a human being must tell myself in order to continue.

While I know the odds are not in my favor when it comes to a chance encounter with you, I do know that as long as we are both alive on this earth, there is always something that could happen to throw us together. There is always a possibility; it's the never knowing if that possibility will ever come to anything that is just so hard.

And, Father, don't think this means that I'm not angry with you. Don't think I'm not angry with the corporations that continue to separate families. Don't think I'm not angry with all of the parents who lie to their children about their true heritage. Because I am angry, and I know it's contradictory to want to know about you and see you, and also to be angry with you and the world for the circumstances of my birth. But the foundation of life would be nothing without contradictions.

So I'm going to continue with my anger, continue with my hope, continue with my life, and I'll write to you again one day.

Maybe by that time I won't know anything new. Or, maybe I will.
Your Daughter

Date submitted: August 16, 2014

Love is Hate

Love Is Hate: this story was written a couple years ago and a lot has changed. I'm not going to change a word, not even the errors.

I was raised by gay parents who always told me love makes a family and love is all there is and the only thing that makes them gay is love. Well that was a lie cuz I learnt that gay is a sex orientation. They might love each other they might not but the one thing that gays do is they have gay sex. I came home early when I was little saw them and I ran away and got sick in the yard behind the bushes.

My Moms always made a big deal about the kind of people who are bigits who dont accept them. Those people are against love so I knew all about that. They always said that part of the family we never see is because they are haters who hate us because they hate love. This was always so hard for me. No cousins or Granparents when everyone else had them except me. I fantisized of meeting them but my Moms said contact was impossible. I knew the kind of things that happend in the world. I was glad they protected me. Little did I know it was all a lie.

My Moms always made a good image. Smile everybody and pertend to be happy that was our family motto. But I didnt feel happy every time I came home from a friends house and saw how diffrent it was in their homes. My best friends dad was the greatest guy he was funny and nice and always taking us places. He listened to us. I was jealous of my friend and wrote the word Daddy on a peice of paper and put it under my pillow. I wanted a Daddy like my friend had. My friends family all knew how much I liked their Dad cuz I was always asking if I could help him. One day my friends mom asks me are you a Daddys Girl? It means you are the kind of girl who realy loves her Daddy and is real close to him. Well I went home and cried becuz I dont have that and never will know what thats like.

Now here is the biggest point of my whole life and I still cant believe it happend. Best random ever. I met my own cousin. Its a long story how that happened but we were both in the same camp. I was so freak out cuz I thought his family hated me. Well my eyes were open up and I knew. I was lied to. My cousin was the best. I met my Aunt my Uncle my other cousins too. My Moms but they were away on their trip so they never saw them. After they knew about me they drove there every single night. Family can come after dinner for camp fire and every night we spend time together.Then came the epic moment I met my very own Granparents. Wow I just cried and hugged them and they cried and hugged me and guess what they were not haters. They were so awesome I felt something I never felt before Just the kind of family I always dreamd of. They wanted to know me all these years just like I wanted to know them. The last day of camp was the last time I saw them and I never wanted to let them go. After I got home I dream they would come for me but they never did. Never call me or write me.

I hate my secret family for abandon me. I am so frikkin mad at my Moms for lying. I hate them for what they did. But I love them too cuz they are the only Moms I have the only family I known. Now I dont know what to believe and I think contantly about my secret family why they dont write or call? I think what my Moms said about them but I remember how much I loved being with them and one thing I know is I know they are not haters. But they should not of just let me go like that. So now I am the hater who hates everyone.


The above story was posted on The Experience Project and I was asked to share my story here, and I shared it with all of it's drama and emotion. A few years later I have a different perspective. Someone asked me what if... two Moms co-raised me with two gay masculine acting dads who'd live next door? One would be biological, the other would basically adopt me as if you were his own.

Its a beautiful idea and I wish the best for anyone who loves their children so much that they would be willing to do this. Whoever thought of that has a lot of love in there heart and they were clearly thinking of how it would be for the kids. I wish someone had thought of me with so unselfishly.

I have forgiven my Moms for lying. I suppose they were trying to protect me in their own way but really I was cut off from a lot of people who just wanted to love me. I have learnd we don't have to approve of eachothers sexualty to form communities in the world. I spent a year working on green co-op farms and it didn't matter.

I am still drawn to older men, fatherly types. Still searching for the Daddy I will never know. You cannot just donated your sperm and walk away because there is so much more to you than a biologcal contribution. When you walked away you denied me the chance of ever knowing you and loving you, and you denied yourself the chance to know and love your child.

If you donated sperm about 18-20 years ago to two gay women, I could be your daughter. The movie Delivery Man with Vince Vaugh is about a man who meets his sperm donor children as adults. I cried and cried and cried. It was sort of a healing but it also brought the pain up to the surface again.

I know he is out there, I can feel the pull. What am I supposed to do with that?

Date submitted: July 13, 2014

Using brother-in-laws sperm!

Hi, I'm a mum to a donor conceived little boy who's 4, his donor is known and we are always going to be open and honest!
We're a same sex couple, (not that it makes a difference) we have been together for 10 years, my wife can't have children! Our little boys donor has moved away an his life is in a different place, he no longer wants to donate for our family!
My wife's brother has stepped forward and offered to donate for us.
He would never be "daddy" he would always be "uncle". But before we make a HUGE discussion, I wanted to ask how donor conceived people would feel if that was your situation.

We put 2 years of planning an thinking and searching for advice before we conceived our 1st child, our questions and time spent on how would our choice affect the persons life that we are bringing into the world. We don't take lightly the affect our choice will make on any child we bring into the world.

Again IF we were to take the offer from my wife's brother, it would never be something we would be ashamed to discuss or talk openly about, nothing in our family would be hidden from any of our children.

It would be lovely to hear from some of you, we're asking for honest opinions so don't feel you need to hold back.

Date submitted: July 12, 2014

Searching for Ghosts

I'm strange, I suppose, but more than finding out who my biological father is, I want to know if I have half-siblings. Sure, I would love more than anything to have some information about my donor (family history, medical records), it just isn't the thing that keeps me up at night.

I'm an only child and I grew up in that lonely sort of way only-children do. I always watched my friends and how they interacted with their siblings and I always wondered what it would be like to have that kind of bond with another person. I just never really felt like I belonged anywhere. And with my family especially, I never fit. I wasn't some kind of social outcast my any means. I was moderately well liked, social, I was the kid who could easily flit in and out of different groups and be accepted. But that was my problem- I never belonged. I was always everyone's after thought. Never an integral part of the group, never anyone's first, or second, or even third. And no matter what I did, I was never able to move beyond that. I've never had very many actual close friends.

So when I found out (around age 14) about being donor-conceived, I had a bit of a mixed reaction. I went through a lot of the feelings I've seen people talk about on here. I felt like I'd had the rug pulled out from under me, that I had been betrayed and lied to, that I didn't know who I was any more. And I still deal with a lot of those things now, almost 13 years later. I still have massive issues with it, this hole inside of me that might never be filled. But when I found out, I also felt a spark of hope. I immediately thought about the possibility of half-siblings. And to me, they represented the chance to finally belong somewhere. I realized also that any potential siblings might not want anything to do with me, but just the thought of their existence was enough to make me feel a little less alone in the world.

Since then, I've done a lot of searching. Not just for my biological father or half-siblings, but for any link to the part inside me I've never been able to access. For anyone who might have some connection to it. I've done DNA testing on multiple sites, but it seems almost useless. No donor number to use on the registries (my mom didn't think it was "important enough" to keep), no cooperation from doctor's offices (who, in all likelihood, disposed of the files years ago), and no solid DNA relative hits (compliments of being born into a crazily inbred population). I feel like every day I'm losing hope. Every day I feel more isolated and alone.

People who know about my search don't understand. The seem to think I'm crazy to care so much about siblings who might not even want anything to do with me. But I need to know. I need to know if there is anyone out there that shares this part of me. Because if I do have half-siblings, I won't be alone in this. Even if they hated me, I'd know there were still people I belong to, have always belonged to in a way I've never really been able to comprehend. And maybe I am crazy to think this way, but I just don't want to feel this alone anymore.

And this is one of the cruelest things about being donor-conceived, really- the not knowing. Maybe never knowing. And having to live in the absolute torture of wondering if the people you've held out so much hope of finding even exist in the first place.

Date submitted: July 03, 2014

my story :)

I have two wonderful moms that have split up and are about 55 and 60 years old. My Mom who had me was too old to have a baby so my mom had to get a s p e r m donor and egg donor. My Mom was pregnant with my twin brother and me. He came out first through c section.... and then me :) Everything was great until I was about 5. My Moms started to fight so badly..... I was really sad. My Moms were also very old for average mothers. When I was 5 or 6 I realized something was wrong with my family... I got really shy and to this day I still am. My Moms broke up. There was a huge case going about who would look after my brother and me. We are ending up swapping each week. One of my moms was always the meanest.We are having so much trouble at home. I only have peace when I come to my other Moms house. When I'm at my Mean moms house she has a new partner who is so mean and rude to me. :( i always cry everyday when I'm there. My mom says Why don't you invite any of your friends over not just your best friend Lila. I love Lila I tell her everything. I can't bring any of my other friends over because most of them feel uncomfortable around gays. I Feel so sad and angry that I'm so different.I love my Nice Mom so much but its so hard sometimes when i go to my other house. Thank you for reading this. :)

I know this is not relevant, but The frozen song- Let it go is exactly what i feel like and did. I pretended I was okay. I didn't care. I keep things. I have a really complicated life that Noone, NOONE knows about. I keep it to my self. Because I keep things bottled up I can be really moody and at school its helped me get in a huge amounts of trouble. I don't get sad, I get angry. I don't cry.

Date submitted: June 22, 2014

It's been a long day

I'm 18 years old and my cousin spilled a secret to my sister and I today over dinner. My sister and I are not who we thought we were. My dad could not have kids. We are sperm donor kids. I've spent my whole life thinking I was someone I'm not. Everyone in my immediate and extended family knew of this, except me sister and I. Apparently my sister and I are from the same donor our mom picked out of a catalog. This all happened today. I don't know what to make of all this. I'm completely lost. I don't know how to cope, and I came across this page and have been reading many stories. This is all so new to me. My parents don't know that our cousin told us, and unless they tell us themselves, they will never know that we know. This is very hard for me. I'm not sure what to do or think. Part of me wants to know who I am, but the other wants to refuse the truth. I feel do alone. It's definitely been a long day.

Date submitted: June 22, 2014

I feel so alone in the world.

As you may notice, the title of my story is "I feel so alone in the world." Nothing poetic or grand. Just simple and straightforward. I feel alone because I am alone and I'm alone because I'm a donor conceived person.

My legal father lost his testicles to cancer so he and my biological mother sought out a sperm donor after they were turned down for adoption (both had criminal histories). I guess clinics don't screen sperm buyers like the adoption agencies do.

I found out I was donor conceived very young, after being diagnosed with a condition that I couldn't have if my father didn't have (he didn't have it so my parents had to explain the situation for medical reasons). At that time, I didn't hate my adoptive father/biological mother. I loved them. They were my parents for all intents and purposes as far as I was concerned. But as time went on, I wanted to know more about my biological family. At 18, I managed to track down 2 half-siblings and my biological father. One of my brothers and my father wanted nothing to do with me but did inform me I could have many more half-siblings out there. I definitely upset and I eventually confided in my adoptive parents, who were anything but comforting. They were offended that I'd tracked down my family.

I did manage to build a relationship with my half-brother for two years and we became good friends but he died when I was 20. Since then, I've been without any family. Neither of us were ever able to get the names of our grandparents so we never did find any other biological family.

My adoptive parents have abandoned me for expressing anything but total love and amazement at the fact that I was "wanted." That's a very big thing for them. Proudly proclaiming how much I was "wanted" and I didn't appreciate whenever the opportunity arises. Other people haven't been that understanding either, again, throwing around the word "wanted." Being wanted isn't enough. It doesn't justify my parents, adoptive and biological, from denying me access to all my parents and siblings and so on. As a result, I now have no one.

Date submitted: June 18, 2014

Tree pose

I used to think that I was standing in mountain pose like every body else, but that I lacked balance.

I look like my mum but I do not look anything like my dad ´┐Ż however hard I've tried. Not the eyes, not the nose, not the face, not the body, not the interests, not the tastes. It hit me particularly hard when he died, and I looked in the mirror and saw no trace of him there.

One year ago I was told that I am a donor child. I could not help but feel relieved: not being like my dad is no fault of mine. I also felt sadness: I will never be able to tell him that it makes no difference to me, and that I still love him dearly.

I am not one half known and another half refusing to fit in; I am one half known and one half (as yet) unknown.

And I am now gradually finding my balance, standing tall.

In tree pose.

Date submitted: June 03, 2014

the other half

Before to start my story, I would like to scuse me if my English is not the beat, anyway I try to be clear.

well, I'm a donor conceived child and I know that since I was 16 years old, now I'm 24. My sister and I are one of the first inseminations in Mexico I guess, because in my country I don't know another person of my same age who be donor conceived child too. I was looking for some information about this issue in my country but I couldn't find it.

About this situation I have never felt angry, just very sad and confused about who I really am.It's like to having an eternal vacuum that I never can fill it. When I going to the doctor and asking me for the genetically family illness I never know what to say. It's hard to explain to each doctor this situation, so I prefer to lie. The same case is when my friends ask to me why I don't look like my father. Just close friends know about my origin.

About my biological father I just know that he is Italian and maybe I will never meet him, but I can feel him because his blood is running through my veins, and when I visit Italy, study Italian language or eat Italian food is if I stay around him and it's enough. When I look at me in the mirror, I know that all those parts of my body that I can't find similar in my mother, belongs to my father.
On the other hand, I can feel blessed because I have the best no biological father that I could have. So I don't hate anybody, I really understand every reason that they had to do this. Sometimes I feel like a dream to became a reality for all of them. Maybe, because my insemination wasn't a business, my parents didn't pay anything for it and I think that if that was an experiment, that experiment ended when my live started. I have no regrets. At last, we are special and humans like everybody else.

Date submitted: May 31, 2014

Regarding Cryo donor 7042 aka

I am 35 years old and a Belgium donor conceived child. I am a part of a triplet.
I also represent an organization of DC offspring in Belgium. (Donorkinderen Belgi which translate in donor children of Belgium)

In my country donor children are being conceived for over already 60 years. There is an estimate of 60 000 donor conceived children, but no one know for sure because there is no mean of registration. We also lack a central register. 50% of used sperm comes from the Nordic Cryo bank.

Our law does not grant ye the children conceived information about the sperm or egg donor (medical and a bit personal information) and considers the right of having a child, and the anonymity of the donor above the European recognized right of knowing your biological roots.

Because my sister and I were able to go public with our story, it was the first time possible for Belgian DC offspring to contact each other.
I started a facebookpage, and soon we made a website, started emailing and talking with politicians, organizations in own and other countries.

´┐Ż Facebook started in September 2012
´┐Ż My country is bilingual ´┐Ż we created websites for the Flemish and French speaking offspring, donors and parents
´┐Ż We organize gatherings with DC offspring and parents
´┐Ż We try to lobby with politicians and other organizations
´┐Ż We do media/press (good relationship with several journalists
´┐Ż We are connecting with other DC offspring organizations (The Netherlands, UK, Germany, France and Denmark)
´┐Ż We are lobbying to get a European/global register for donors + registration DC offspring

The reason for reaching out is about Cryo donor 7042 aka "Ralph"´┐Ż the donor with NF1. Maybe you heard of the case.
It is about a donor with a genetic disease NF1. His sperm was sold and used in many countries: US, Denmark, Belgium, Sweden, ... + when a first child was diagnosed with the disease the sperm bank waited 6 months to alert all the clinics who had the sperm in storage.

In May 2013 a Danish mother contacted us to inform us that the first child with NF1 that was reported to the Nordic Cryo Bank was a Belgian child. This news was always declined by Belgian clinics and media. With their information we uncovered that in my country 4 Belgian clinics had used the sperm to impregnate women. In total 16 women of different nationalities got a child or children conceived from this sperm. 20 children alone were conceived in Belgium.

Because the Nordic and California Cryo bank refuses to come forward with actual numbers of children, we started doing our own investigation. The numbers we have collected are hallucinating: 99 offspring globally of whom 19 have been diagnosed with the disease. Not all of the children were tested on the disease.
Spreading: 44 in Denmark, Sweden and Norway, 1 in Iceland, 34 in the USA and 20 in Belgium, of whom we know 11 children in Denmark, Sweden and Norway, 5 in the USA and 3 in Belgium, have the NF1-gene.

We are also aware that there could be other parents out there who don't know they have offspring of this donor because his sperm was also sold under the alias 'Ralph'.

Affected Danish parents have now filed a lawsuit against the Nordic Cryo bank on suspicion of negligence.

We are looking for other parents. Maybe you can help us to get the story and request out there. We are discrete when it comes the privacy of others.
If you could help us to get in contact with journalists or press, that would also be very nice and kind.

We want a better policy, better control of the industry, so that cases like this can be avoided or at least lesser lifes are dramatically affected. It's about the children, their parents and families who are the most affected by an industry that isn't really regulated and that preys on the desperation of couples, women and men to have a child.


twitter @donorkinderen

Date submitted: April 21, 2014

To: Whoever Wrote

I'm sure your intentions were good. I'm sure you really do want a child as much as you say. I'm sure the friends you consulted who were donor recipients really are "SOOOOO IN LOVE WITH THEIR CHILDREN". But frankly, and I speak for a whole generation of children who are seriously trying to cope with not having a normal family dynamic, you could really use a dose of pluralism.

To your credit, you are at least attempting to consider what sperm donation is like from the other end of the spectrum, but from what I can tell you are not actually realizing that not every donor child possesses the "rantings of teenage early adult angst". If you are not the child of a sperm or egg donor, which apparently you aren't, you are in no position to tell me or anyone else how to feel. Despite your being an "educated financially secure adult", you do not know what being a donor child feels like. Some of us are perfectly happy never knowing our biological parents, and some of us are devastated by it; this does not mean that the happy children are more valid than the children who sit in Chemistry Lab and wonder if maybe their brother is the boy in the second row.

I find the fact that you think having a child is "the most tremendous dream" a mother has, personally offensive.

You have no right to demean the feelings of a donor child, as you are doing when you say, "Fantasizing about a sperm donor you are clling a father, and saying you want to meet the person that supplied the DNA and calling them a father is crazy... you are DNA... its a DNA donation... thats it... your mother and father who raised you... no matter how you were created LOVED you enough to go thru sooooo much pain and financial heart-ship to get you and you're a miracle..."

Your comments regarding the love a donor child receives from its social parents are quite obviously coming from a person unfamiliar with the relationship between the majority of social fathers and their children acquired through sperm donation. When many men are unable to impregnate their wives and have to use another man's sperm, that is the point when they feel that the baby is not theirs. They do not treat the child as they would if they were biologically related because the social father knows it is not his child. It is another man's child, and the social father cannot cope with this and frequently abuses the child. Many donor children are mistreated because their social fathers are angry regarding their sterility and lash out at the child. Not every family has an "unbreakable bond" as apparently yours does.

The reasons you provided as to why you want a child are all self-fulfilling. Many parents using sperm donation felt the way you do and woke up one day to a child that possessed its own opinions. This process is not about you, it is about the child. Just because you do not understand why some donor children seek out their donors does not mean your potential child will not do exactly that.

Your desiring a child is understandable, but as long as you investigate and solicit the opinions of others, of donor children who are not satisfied with knowing merely that their father has blond hair, respect their feelings, even when you do not agree with them. People are not "sadly insane" for being angry or sad at the fact that they have been lied to their whole lives, or that they don't know their biological parents, or that they don't happen to appreciate the fact that they are repeatedly told to "give their parents a break".

Try to consider the fact that maybe it isn't enjoyable to know that you could be passing your sister on the sidewalk and never be aware of it.

I find your notions about donor children having no cause to be unhappy because their social parents went through much to get them. My happiness and the happiness of many other donor children, should not be disregarded or condescended to.

I would normally read an article like yours and ignore it, as long as it allowed for the feelings of others, but your comments were rude and insensitive. Consider every possible angle. You wanting a child is just as valid as a donor child wanting their biological father.

Date submitted: April 14, 2014

Turned out Ok, but..

When I was a kid, me, my mom and my sis were one closely knit team. I loved my mom more than anything in the world. However, I felt amiss somehow. I felt that I couldn't really gel with many other guys my age. Sure, I had my group of awesome guy friends but even among them, I felt that they were emotionally stronger and more mature than me. I remember being very attached to my group of guy friends and it is from them I learnt a lot of things. I got in a lot of trouble in school with them and my mom hated them but I really felt something when I was with them. Also, I remember being very close to my grandpa when I was younger but we became distant as we moved to another part of the country. As I grew up, seeing fathers playing with their kids made me very sad. I rarely talked about it with my mom and the few times we did, I brushed it off as not being really important. I don't know why I did that as me and my mom talk about everything.

Now, I'm 28 and looking back, I can say with some surety that having no father or real male role model affected me deeply. I personally think that it is a very brave step to take, being a single mother by choice but I just can't understand why anyone would choose a closed identity donor. That is just cruel. I don't blame my mom for choosing a closed identity donor as the times were different back then but I'd be lying if I said that it didn't hurt. Not knowing who your father is, the man who is quite literally half of you, whether he is dead or alive, trying not to think of him during your teenage years because it wasted a lot of your time. Feeling angry at your mom yet not wanting to blame her. Looking back, I guess I had a huge identity crisis as a teenager. Reading the comments and stories on this site bring back memories of those teenage years.

All that said, I turned out OK (or so I'd like to think). I'm a sensitive guy who loves his mother and has a loving wife. I also understand that a lot of guys and girls would not have given a second thought to all this but again, this is my experience.

Date submitted: April 13, 2014

the truth revealed

Before I wrote this post, I read the comments/stories above me. I could see a lot of hate, a lot of anger, and a lot of sadness. Though I do agree with your point of view, I'd like to express mine as well.

For years on, I grew with the belief that I was completely the child of my mom and dad. But it was just recently that my mom revealed to me that I am a donor child, and so are the sisters who are younger than me. It did come as a shock since it did not for once cross my mind that this could be. I just recently found the address to the hospital where 'it was done' and I hope to find any half brothers or sisters I might have or people I might be related to.

When I came to know of this,I did feel sad, but at the same time, I felt happy that I and my sisters could bring a new meaning to the lives of my mom and dad. And I do not hate the donor either. HE brought joy to my mom and dad, and my grandparents, and many many others. I used to think that my life has no purpose, but you know what, each and every one of you, the chances of you being born was sooo narrow (compared to someone who was conceived through both parents within a marriage), that it would have not happened if someone changed their mind/missed a phone call/missed a doctor's appointment!! So, god reaaaaaaally wanted you to exist, and thats why, he made it happen, something which wouldn't have been.

I feel blessed. I wont be donating, but, I surely will adopt. :)
spread love guys/girls!

Date submitted: April 12, 2014

I am a new breed of bastard

I am a new breed of bastard, because I was not conceived within my father's marriage, I am not his daughter. I was intentionally 'donated' away. I know who he is now and I hate this identity that he and my parent(s) have given me. I am not worthy of my father's or my genetic paternal family's acknowledgement, love, care. I don't belong. I am an outsider. I bring shame to them. Sometimes I wish I never found out the truth of his identity. It would have been much easier if I did not care. I don't want to care anymore. The truth is too painful. Be careful for what you wish for. This is a terrible way to bring new life into the world.

Date submitted: April 09, 2014


I've never wanted to meet my donor, and I haven't come across many other people who feel the same way.

I love my moms. I love them with all I've got, and I know that they love my brother and me more than anything in the world. My moms, my brother, and I. That's my family.

My donor is not my family. I understand and respect my moms' decision to use a donor, and regardless of his reason for donating, I'm glad he did, but I have very little, if any, desire to meet him.

I've always felt that way, and I think I always will. Being a donor kid is part of my identity, but my donor's identity is not.

Date submitted: April 07, 2014

I don't want to meet him, sorry

This may be strange to hear but I don't want to meet my donor, I've traveled the interwebs looking for other donor offspring who are are oppose to this practice, and are demanding justice and change. My search has led me here.

I have my reasons for never wanting to know my father. Anyone who willingly degrades women to sexual objectification in pornography, willingly disowns the children he doesn't personally want, willingly impregnates multiple strangers, has these people raise his biological children, and never once in his life checks in to see if his kids are healthy, happy, alive, is not worth my time looking for. This person is the most atrocious and loathing human male on the planet, and the issue is that he thinks he has just done a service to humanity. We have enough men who abandon and disown their children, it's called 'deadbeat fatherhood'. Just because you were paid doesn't mean you're a hero. You're still a monster.

I'm not here to depreciate any donor offspring personal search for the dummy who abandon them. Origins are important to many people, and I completely understand that. This entry is just about me.

If I stand alone here, so be it, but I want it abolished. There is absolutely nothing to gain from reproductive technologies, besides 'happy customers'. But sometimes not even happiness to the customers is guaranteed, social parents can and have demanded refunds from the companies that manufactured their children because their children did not turn out how they paid for them to. The gamete banks depict posters of smiling children but more importantly they caption these words at the bottom of their posters: "have the family of your dreams!". So what are these companies doing? They're advertising children to couples. How on earth is this ethical? A donor can have well over two hundred offspring being raised by strangers around his area. He could easily date and have sex with his own daughter. More importantly these offspring could end up having sex with one another, without knowledge. This makes sperm donning a public health issue. Not only this, but as other victims of this unregulated practice have already expressed, our fathers and mothers are treated like breeding studs, their gametes are treated like 'raw material', our conception is manufactured in a laboratory, and our life was ultimately paid for with cash money. We are chattel, and the companies know this so they try their hardest to sugar code the truth, and promote their lies in media, so that people will not get concern. If you're getting paid, you're not donning, you're selling. If you're being selected from a cataloger, you're not 'helping a couple', you're advertising your DNA, like a breeding animal. And children should never be 'wanted'. We should only want material objects. The love of a parent should never be measured on how much that parent spent buying the children themselves. That is completely disgusting and disturbing.

The donor sibling registry is not anyone's saving grace. It's a terrible attempt to normalize this dehumanizing business. Why is it ok for you to purposely separate your children from their biological parents, then play the hero who 'found' the long lost siblings online, when you had partook in separating them from one another in the first place? Why is it ok to put your kids through the psychological torture of searching desperately for their missing families, of who they may never completely find because there could be many more siblings that aren't on the sibling registry, just so you can get the family you want? Do you realize that there are many kids who couldn't find their family on this website who are still I the search?

I am more disgusted on how I was 'made' than never knowing the idiot who partook in this human trafficking. I never wish to know him, I don't thank him for giving me life, I don't appreciate how he help delude my social parents into thinking they both created me, so they can feel better about their infertility. I don't appreciate him lying to them and telling them he gave them treatment for their infertility, when all he did was use them for the spread his descendants, while never having to take care of those descendants.

If you think I should be praising these reproductive technologies for giving me life, you're not in your right mind. With that understanding, I should be down at the feet of my mother's rapist, if my mother had been rapped by my father, praising him for raping my mother, thus giving me life. It simply doesn't work the way people think.

Signed, a donor kid, not on the search

Date submitted: April 04, 2014

Ambiguity of Identity

The concept of "father" has always been rather ambiguous to me. I remember as a young child of four and five not understanding why my friends had a mom and a dad while I had no real close male role models in my life. It was a question left unanswered. Then all of a sudden my mom got married when I was six years old and we moved to a different city where I would be raised. But something still wasn't right. I still called him by his first name. I remember feeling so scared and awkward when my mom encouraged me to call him "dad" for the first time. It felt odd because I had never experienced this notion of having two parents. But there was some beauty in my fear. I learned to experience and accept the notion of what having two parents was and is supposed to be in a way other people do not. For me, having a dad was not a given circumstance, but rather, it was a conscious choice that I made as an individual. I attached meaning to the term "father" in the way that I wanted.

When I made this decision I did so with the belief that my dad would love and support me in the best way that he could. He cares about me in his own way but my dad has always been distant in a way that makes me feel like he doesn't understand the role he plays in my life. For the longest time I felt it was about me, but I now know that it is just the way he is. He went so far as to adopt me and I take great pride in that heritage and name yet he hardly even talks to me. He refuses to allow me to express my legitimate concerns about his well-being. And for the longest time I would cringe when his biological children, my legal half-siblings, would hesitate in explaining to people how we were related. It was a form of conscious rejection. They don't understand the level to which that hurt me nor did they realize the joy that I felt when they finally started referring to me as their brother now that I am an adult.

These experiences make me wonder about the role of family and its socially constructed nature for the donor conceived. We are made to feel like we have no choices and to accept things as they are. This ideational conflict that I have experienced over the course of my life makes me feel very alone and sad for the loss of my biological father. Yet this feeling of loss is not accepted by contemporary society and the donor-conceived are made to suffer in silence while the fertility industry that assisted in our creation continue to espouse the virtue of anonymity. So many of us have spoken about how important the right to our genetic identity is to us. Not a day goes by that I don't sit and wonder about who he is and whether he has a family of his own; and the question of whether he would embrace the idea of meeting me or at the very least acknowledging my existence.

As I stare into the eyes of the man whom I believe to be my biological father I wonder if it is worth going down this path of emotional self-destruction that I have experienced on so many occasions. So many times I have believed that I've found him only to be crushed when I discover that one piece of information that rules him out as a candidate. I have a list of names that I continue to attach notes to. I've had my DNA tested multiple times and I've scoured libraries and medical licensing records to narrow down the very few men who could be my biological father. Every time I reach this point of both happiness and intense fear I ask why offspring such as me are forced to endure this never ending psychological torture. Sometimes I question whether it is worth continuing to put myself through this. The possibility of being rejected by my biological father is high and this makes me wonder whether the results may end up being worse than not knowing. I do not know if I would be able to handle that. Reality eventually sets in and this initial feeling of happiness can instead turn to bitterness and anger. That is the ambiguity of identity that I face. I am stuck between two realities and my desire for the truth is lost among them.

Date submitted: March 14, 2014


Unlike many responses, reading these stories makes me mad, not sad. From my own personal experience from growing up without a dad, I will have a samesexparenting and singleparentbychoice bias, and I will not hide that at all.

The contrasting interests of most of the parents and the children is appalling. Here you have children writing that the loss of their biological family 'burns' them inside, causes them social problems, and causes them anger, but over on the parental side, you have happygolucky parents who gladly and cheerfully give the clear message "We don't give a crap, we got what we want and we're happy. Suck it up, it's our world and that's all that matters."

The only exceptions I've seen is that beautiful married lesbian couple, that almost single-mother-by-choice, and that married woman who's in her 40's. As someone who grew up without a dad, I just want to tell you exceptions, that... you totally rock!!

I'm not donor-conceived, so please do not assume I am one. I'm just an observer. I'm someone who grew up without a dad because he died before I was born. Growing up without a dad is not fun. For me it required therapy, anger management classes, and extensive emotional healing. Personally, I have an intimate connection with the story "Growing Up Without A Dad" I know what it's like to replace a father, I know what it's like to desperately seek male attention 24/7, and I know that emptiness of never knowing unconditional love from the man who gave you life... I know...

I find it very selfish and inconsiderate if you're a lesbian couple or a SMC trying to conceive a child without a father-figure period, just to prove a "pro-gay-rights" statement or some very stupid "feminist" statement. The world was created with both men and women, and it has been this way since caveman times.

Date submitted: March 12, 2014

Don't lose hope

I am donor conceived and I am 70 years old. I found out the identity of my biological father last year by using FTDNA. I have told my story many times and posted here once before. However, having read "feeling weird"'s story this morning, I just felt I had to write again.
There is hope if you want to find your roots, your ancestors, your relatives, your medical history and I am proof. I believed for years that my biological father was my mom's OB/GYN. In 2004 I found his son, the doctor was deceased. My husband and I met the doctor's son, went out to dinner, thought that we were related, that it was probably true that we were siblings and agreed to do a half sibling test (on genetree, I paid big bucks for this). It turned out negative, what a downer and disappointment.
Some years later I learned about FTDNA and 23andme and autosomal DNA testing, so I tested with both of those sites. I also had my mother tested. She was in the latter stages of Altheizmer's (sp not going to take the time to use spell check), and in a nursing home. I lied and told the nursing home personnel I wanted to do this to learn about my ancestry because I didn't know much about my mother's family, in reality I know about her family back to the 1400's. But, nursing homes are not into checking for biological father's, so needed to reassure them. I lived across the country from the nursing home so couldn't swab her cheek myself, or would have done so.
With about 900 plus DNA cousins showing in both sites, it was a very frustrating search, but with my mom's DNA testing I could do a "Not in Common with" search on Familytreedna. Having done that, now I had a list of names of people who were related to me on my biological father's side. I still thought that it might be possible I was the daughter of the Dr. So I tried to find common names with his last name and I found one. I wrote to this DNA cousin of mine and we started to exchange emails (I also wrote to many other DNA cousins and did not find a link). But this cousin was, she told me, directly related to the doctor and she shared her ancestry family tree with me. She also came to visit me - we live about 100 miles apart, and we went over all the relatives and checked her ancestor's names with the DNA cousins in my tree. There were many names that matched in her tree that were not commonn, everyday last names, like Kirkendahl and Cuppy. I had DNA relatives with those last names in my list of relatives on FTDNA and 23andme.
With this info, I again contacted the doctor's son and he said he was planning on doing the FTDNA test to see if he had Native American's in his ancestry. He tested and we came back as half siblings.
I later learned that the previous half-sibling test was not reliable. My brother and I have visited and keep in touch. He is 80 and I am 70. I have a sister but she does not want to participate, so I may never meet her. But, my nephew has visited me and that was so much fun, as he told me things about his grandfather, my father that were really so good to know. That he was funny, and a little strange, (sort of like me) and that he (my nephew) thought he was a very neat grandfather.
The reason I am writing all this here is that there is always hope if you want to learn who your father/mother/siblings were/are. Don't give up. Please join the PCVAI group on yahoo. It is such a blessing to have other people who are similar to us and who share so much and have such good ideas and strength.

Date submitted: March 09, 2014

Feelin weird....

I had a single mother by choice, she has been the only mom I know and the only person I will accept as my parent. she had no issues telling me that I was conceived by a donor and although it was 'normalized' for a moment, as I grew up with questions about my origins it wasn't as normal any more...

I look at history, and there are dads, I look at wildlife, there are dads, I look at society and there are dads. Dads are everywhere, maybe its media but I feel like I'm missing out. I feel like I will never know what it's like to be in the arms of a man who loves me unconditionally in a innocent non-sexual way, and who will be my other half. I will never know what it's like to bond with my other genetic parent, I will never know what it's like to look at the rest of nature and know I was conceived the way I was suppose to be...you know, outside a science lab....and not on a dish to be shoved into a refrigerator.

But these feelings make me feel like I'm a bad child; I betrayed my mother, and some of her feminist friends who praise her for being a single mom, and not taking help from a man . On TV the Cryo Generation seems just fine, and because they aren't screaming out "I want a dad!" I feel as though my feelings are invalid and selfish. But then I think "shouldn't kids' feelings come first?" But then I think "no because our parents made us, so we should always be grateful for whatever they do." But then I think "that's not fair, why bring a kid into the world just so you can be happy?". But then I think oh shit, I'm being selfish and betraying my mom again!

She's nice to me, yet she made my dad anonymous on purpose so I could never find him, even though she had both a dad and a mom, and she's even close to her dad. Do you know what it's like to hear her stories about the awesome dad she had, and all the great things she did with him, that I will never have? It burns. It burns so hard I can't talk because I choke.

I can't say I'm for or against sperm donning, because I guess some kids don't mind... but what people tend to forget is what about the kids who do mind? Do we matter? Why should our childhood and our feelings be sacrificed, so our folks can have the parenthood experience of their dreams? I thought parenting was about the cute babies, not the parents.. I just feel weird about it. I'm sure Im just some terrible daughter and I probably don't matter... I mean, if I did, my dad would probably want to see me, but whatever. My dad is a stranger, who jacked off to woman-trashing porn, and sold his sperm to a woman he doesn't know on the Internet, for sixty dollars. Thats the dignity of my conception, two strangers exchanging money for 'materials' over Craig's list, and that's all I will ever know about him.

FYI it burns like hell....

Date submitted: March 08, 2014

To: Parents of Donor Conceived or those thinking about it

A few of my thoughts on my experience and what I'd tell parents of donor conceived who are thinking about telling them of their origins. Also for families who are thinking of using donor eggs/sperm to conceive:

I was 16 when my mom told me. I was surprised but not completely since I didn't look a lot like people in my family. I'm kind of a science/genetics nerd so I thought it was neat. At the same time it would have been nice knowing the entire time but I wasn't super upset. I think it might have been different if I had a closer relationship with my dad but my parents were getting divorced and we weren't getting along so in some respect I am glad not to be genetically related.

I don't think about my sperm donor often but every once and awhile it comes over me and I think about him and wonder what he's like, what he's doing now. sometimes it is a struggle because in a way I do not know half of myself. I have my mother's nose and short stature, but the rest of me is a mystery. this mystery is my life's great adventure.

Knowing about my donor (even the little that i do) is important because it is half of my genetic makeup, and yet most of the time it's not important at all. I have a wonderful life, great friends and family, and many many years ahead of me.

It's only in those small moments that he surfaces in my mind. and despite my curiosity, my longing to connect or at least know something more about him, my annoyance that I cannot, and my sometimes sadness that I do no know him - I am thankful. thankful for the joy he brought my parents and family. thankful for the life he gave me. and thankful for the note he wrote on his donor application sheet: "Live a happy life and don't forget where you come from".

The biggest thing is that you made the decision to conceive a child in a way that has challenges and consequences but is also so amazing and incredible. You have no way of knowing how your child will react or deal with the knowledge of his/her conception and their feelings may oscillate back and forth over time - this is definitely a lifelong journey. It will be your child's choice as to how he/she takes this truth and choose to live his/her life. It is completely possible to have a full, rewarding life or, on the other side, to live adrift in some abyss grieving the unknown, the loss, being forever wondering/angry. But for as many "horror" stories as there are out there...I'd imagine there is an equal number of donor offspring who, although probably curious about their donor, are well-rounded, positive, loving beings who don't view their beginnings as a hindrance.

Date submitted: March 07, 2014

The Business of Humanity

I was told last October, only five months ago. That may seem a lengthy time to someone else, but I suspect I will still be trying to understand my feelings about where I come from for the rest of my life.
For as long as I can remember I have hated my 'social father'. At an early age he was physically abusive, and as I grew older the hitting stopped and the verbal abuse began. He is not my father nor do I consider him as such. He was prejudiced and chauvinistic and I could not wait to grow up and go to college and escape somewhere and never come back.
But there was my mother, who I loved and still love today more than anything. I know how badly she wanted me, and the man she married could not give her a child. I am not angry with her for what she did, for accepting the sperm of a stranger, but I cannot help but be angry at the world for the precarious situation I am and will always be in. I love my life immensely, but I cannot completely declare it all righteous, for then I would be saying that I agree with the capitalistic commercialism that surrounds my existence, and I don't; nor can I entirely condemn donor conception, for then I would be condemning myself. I read something similar to that effect by another donor-conceived child, and it was surprisingly a small comfort to see that someone else felt the same way.
Last October, when my mother decided to divorce my 'social father' I was thrilled. He had made us both miserable and we both had a chance at happiness now. I didn't know I wasn't blood related to him. But when she told me about my true father only a few days later, the only thing I felt that night was relief and happiness. I was not related to those monsters, for not only had my 'social father' been abusive but his family had as well. From the very beginning I was curious about my real father, and the papers listing his personality traits and accomplishments are no consolation. A piece of paper cannot fill a void like this.
My mother's divorce is still being finalized. A few months ago, her ex-husband-to-be began to continuously call me and yell and insist on telling me I should be grateful that he signed the sheet of paper that permitted my existence. He still disgusts me whenever I think about him.
I don't much like the fact that one half of me, one half of the me that sits here in this body that types this, was conveniently stored in a vial for a few years somewhere in a laboratory. I do not like it at all that I only exist because a graduate needed money to pay for his doctorate. Most donors would be decent enough to lie about their intentions, say they donate to help needy families, but my father was quite blatant. He told the complete truth on the donation forms, that he needed the money for a Ph. D. and that he wasn't donating to 'contribute to his fellow man.'
I know my father is not stupid in the slightest. He has a Bachelor's degree in Political Science, a Master's degree in Human Developmental Psychology, and now because of the money he got from me and my 22 siblings, a Doctorate in Counseling Psychology. But one wonders how sick and twisted he had to have been in order to tell his future children quite plainly that he didn't want them and they only exist because he needed money for school. He knew better than anyone else what that would do to his children's minds, being well acquainted with how the human mind works and reacts, he knew the pain those words would inflict.
To any potential donor my word would be, 'don't'. Please do not condone the practice of depriving children of their families. Because no matter how much anyone may want a baby, donor conception has been and will always be about the child. Because I am part of a generation of children that derive from billion dollar corporations commercializing life, corporations that sell human beings. The effects of and reactions to this process vary from donor child, but the overwhelming response is that we are damaged individuals because of donor conception. We walk around with holes in our chests because of the uncertainty and injustice.
We as children of donors, children of strangers, are not normal people or ordinary people, but we are people all the same. We are not freaks of nature. We are not abominations. We are not monsters. We are victims and survivors. We are people society does not understand. We are scarred more so than others, and we know all too well how cruel the world can be. No one but another donor child could ever understand the weight of these words. But we continue to persevere through the cynicism that is thrown at us.
I mourn the things that I will miss, another family I will never have. While I consider my donor to be my father, I know it is likely I will never knowingly meet him, and he will never be there for me as a normal father anyway, so I don't consider myself as having a father. It is hard, to say the least.
But what kills me, sends me reeling when I allow it to is that I cannot ever truthfully say I have never met him. Or that I have never met my brothers and sisters. Because I could have unknowingly sat next to my brother on a public bus, or passed my sister in the hall in elementary school, or my father could be the next man I see reading the newspaper at a cafe. They could live next door to me. And it is these things that murder me and torture me more than the commercialism of my existence, it is the unknowing of it all that makes me die a little inside every time I hopelessly scan a crowd for a familiar feature in someone's face. It is instinct for me to search for my family, and every time I go out and for the rest of my life I will be searching the crowds, trying to find them, and all the while feeling like a foreign body anywhere I go.

Date submitted: March 03, 2014

Am I ready for this?

This is my third time writing in here. I think I shared that I had found my biological dad's aunt and I found a half sister, I actually ended up meeting her on accident when she was my waitress.

So today, here I am. 9 months into my search, I have discovered so much. I have at least 30 half siblings, I have talked to my biological great aunt and biological uncle. I found my biological father, and have one picture (bad quality), I know where he lives and I know about his family. I have still yet to make contact with him and I am not sure why. Maybe I am scared to be rejected, because from what his family has told me, that seems to be something he would do. Maybe I am not ready to end my search, because once I make contact, that's it. No more searching, no more waiting, no more hoping. All of my hopes may be shot down. For years I have made up in my mind what it would be like to find him, to talk with him. And I have already found that what I imagined is not reality. I've been emailing my great aunt since october, she would not give me much information at all, so last month I told her I knew who he was. She confirmed my guess and was very friendly after that, however she is no longer responding to my emails. I talked to my uncle, he said he cannot help me. I am in communication with my half sister off and on. I emailed the sperm bank to see if they would be willing to tell my half siblings that I am looking for them, and give them the option to reach out to me or not. (I doubt the sperm bank will do this, but it is worth a shot.) And now I am wondering if maybe I should just write my biological dad a letter. Just put it all out there. I am expecting rejection and I have fully accepted it. But being able to accept this, does not make it any easier. I've guessed it was this many for about 7 months now, maybe it is time to act and just let God control my fate. But maybe I'm not ready yet, I just don't know.

Date submitted: March 02, 2014

Too Many Parents

I know I could have had it worse. I was never lied to, and that's certainly something. But I feel like there are two extremes for donor kids and I don't know which side I should be on. On one side are the people who know their donors are a part of them and long to know the person they get half their DNA from. And I know that describes me sometimes. I have a tape of my donor's voice, answering questions. Some are deep queries about his personal beliefs, but others are trivial. Those are the ones that make me cry. Questions like 'what's your favorite movie?' He gave the same answer as me and it confused and delighted me. After hearing in him all the traits in me the rest of my family doesn't understand, I felt like i'd missed out on something spectacular, to be understood by the person partially responsible for my existence. But then another part of my knows that lots of people are partially responsible. I have, perhaps dozens of 'parents' who made my existence possible. Countless doctors and nurses, the receptionist at the sperm bank, even the guy who shot the porn films donors watch when the jerk off into cups. When I think about that I swing to the other extreme, feeling like some kind of freak of nature, alive because my mom was lonely, and felt like a failure for not getting married and having kids. It seems odd and horrorible at the same time that two people who have never even laid eyes on each other have a child. I hate that my dad got paid. I hate that he was probably just some guy who was broke and needed a little bit of pocket cash. No matter how great of a guy he was, he just wanted the money. And even though I think about him all the time, he has no idea I that exist. So, even if we do have all these things in common, any connection we have is just in my head. He probably has a family of his own, which I'd have no place in. In fact, for all I know, he could be dead. I thought meeting a few half siblings would help; I thought I might find somebody like me, who shared his traits with me. But all I found were three girls living on the other side of the country who neither look like me, act like me, or share any characteristics at all with me. Granted, I never expected them to be carbon copies of me, but what I found were people I couldn't stand to be around, self-centered, and at times, horribly racist. So I've given up on siblings, and I doubt I could stand the dissappointment of all the things that could go wrong with trying to meet my dad. So all I'm really left with is a vaguely empty feeling and anger toward my mother. I hear people remark that us donor kids should just be happy that we're here. It's not that I'm not grateful to be alive, but my life is hampered by this. I don't know who said it, but I always think of this quote for some reason, 'just because a child is born of rape, do not expect him to endorse rape.' That's not word for word and I am in no way comparing the situation of donor kids to that of children born of rape, but the principle applies. I want to be angry, I really do, but I also can't wish that my mom would take it back, because then I wouldn't even be here.

Date submitted: March 02, 2014

After reading some of the stories here, I completely understand why my parents did not tell me.

I came across across this site in an effort to help a friend of mine that is unable to conceive his own children. I myself am donor conceived and thought I may be able to offer some insight. At first, I was of the opinion that whether a child is told or not of their origins would really not matter to the welfare of the child and the cohesiveness of the family as a whole. When my parents told me I was donor conceived, at 18, I went through the typical emotions: betrayal, deceit, etc. But, after a few days, I realized that my status as a donor child really did not change my outlook on my family or my Dad (my REAL Dad; the one who raised me). I had the option to look into my origins if I so desired, but choose against it -- do I have any real connection to some guy who jerked off into a plastic jar for beer money anyway?

I thought that others were probably of the same opinion, but, it seems that most are not. People seem to be really interested in their genetic origins. To the point of wanting to spend time with the genetic donor and look up to him/her as a parent, and as a role model. As a parent myself, I can't imagine the feeling of my own child wanting to be like some person that they had never met. The feeling that years of my love is not fully requited. I would feel like less of a father. I would feel distraught. I would feel betrayed.

Notwithstanding the bias that knowing a child is genetically asymmetric would bring to the parent-child relationship, there is absolutely no reason that a child knowing that he/she was born of a donor would be of any benefit to the child. Of course, the fact that child is not genetically related to one parent will affect the parents interactions with that child.. In my opinion, the decision of whether or not to tell the child should be biased on how knowing that the child is genetically asymmetric will affect you and your partners interactions with the child. If you think the knowledge of the child being asymmetric (genetically speaking) would not affect your interactions significantly, then I see NO REASON to tell child of his origins. If, however, you believe it would affect your interactions with the child, it may be best for child to know of their origins to remove the "barrier" that may come about through not being truthful. Of course, nothing is ever black or white, so both options should be weighed.

For all of you who are angry with your parents for not being truthful: look at it from their point of view. Also note that you are doing it to yourselves. That is, you are encouraging parents not to tell their children of their origins by the very fact that you care to know about your genetic donor -- let alone want to be like him/her. I realize that you cannot control your thoughts and emotions but come on.... Do you really think that provided that your relationship with your parents is no different that it would be if you were genetically related, that you would be any better off knowing? -- no, of course not!

Date submitted: February 17, 2014


I am a female i am 19 years and grew up in the mitten. My parents divorced when i was young and i have stuggled to have a home sense 16. I dont understand why my parents had me if they were going to spilt up. My dad wanted me up cheated.. And im still struggling. Where will i stay tonight or tomorrow i have an old car and the drivers side does not shut half the time. Both my parents were alcoholics. Child protective services came
Often. You get the picture.. My mom was mad at my dad and told me in 5th grade this news made me depressed. I never gave up though, my life has never been joyful and i never got the chance to be a teenager. Half the time my mom never came home...

I can be thankful she told me though. For all i know is my donor father donated near my home, he has 2 brothers, he has a doctrine, he is an airline pilot and works on them, he was over 6ft tall and he has brown eyes and brown hair. He is Italian and french Canadian both sides.of grandparents were alive when he donated and the family is non smokers

This has inspired me to become a pilot myself. Ot only because my biological father is one but because it is in the blood. My first flight was amazing and i fell in love all because of a person i do not know introduced me to the world of flight. If i ever find him hevwould be proud. And if your put there reading this i want to let you know my favorite aircraft is a p51 mustang!

Date submitted: February 08, 2014

Who Am I?

My father and my dad are two different people. You see my dad raised me, changed my diapers, played catch with me, and taught me how to drive a car. Whereas my father needed a little extra money one semester of college and thought an easy way of doing so would be to donate his sperm.

I've always felt I'm not whole (cliche, I know). I'm missing the person who created me, who gave me their genes and quirks. I have siblings I've never met, and probably never will. I also have siblings who I might've passed on the street, or sit next to them in my sixth period math class.

My mother was 40, and unmarried. She wanted a child, but was rejected for adoption. So, she turned to her last resort - the sperm bank. That's how I was conceived. My mother had no other option than to take a stranger's semen, and pay a doctor a ridiculous amount of money to fertilize her egg in a test tube or petri dish. It isn't exactly the typical love story.

Speaking of the story, she never hid my conception from me or anyone else for that matter. Simply, I was told since birth that "mommy wanted YOU so badly that a doctor gave her a special seed in her tummy." The whole money exchange and reality of the situation was found through google when I was a curious 12 year old.

But, I do have a dad. He's great. He adopted me when I was very young, and he's always been dad to me. But, his family isn't exactly accepting of the way I came into existence. They're strict Catholics who believe a child is the result of the love of a married man and woman. No exceptions. Their glares are daggers constantly reminding me that I'm "different."

But, my dad's family aren't the only people who don't accept me. My mother's life long church practically damned her. Her priest told her she was going straight to hell for having a child out of wedlock and god forbid from sperm donation. "A double whammy that signed your one way ticket to hell." Did I mention he called me the spawn of the devil?

One priest in the Lutheran Church would baptize me. Yes, I was baptized in the same place they cursed my mother for bargaining with Satan and birthing his child. What a loving place to be welcomed to God's world, right?

As I said, I became especially curious about my conception when I was 12. I learned in middle school health class that men and women have "sex" and make babies. But, my mom met my dad after I was born, so how could that be? Was the story about the seed true? I dug through files whenever my parents left the house. One day, I hit the jackpot. A manilla folder labeled "Donor Information" contained a packet detailing every piece of health history of the man who made me.

After an afternoon of googling, I found the facility where my mom had this "procedure" done. It was miles through highways, overpasses, and heavy traffic. But, I hopped on my bike and pedaled for 2 hours while clutching the packet close to my chest. Once I arrived, I walked inside into a tiny room with a bench, a door, and a doorbell. I rang the bell, and a receptionist lady answered. I stuttered and asked for the name of the mystery "CB 242." She said "Sorry darling, but every number below 300 is to remain anonymous." I immediately thought, "how selfish." I asked for a photo, an address, anything. No. I left that building with every ounce of hope stripped from me.

When I returned home, I thumbed through the packet. He had bad acne as a teenager, like me. He loved sports, like me. He was short, like me. It was impossible to not draw these connections to man on the paper because they were so clear, so evident, because I am part of him. At the end, there is a space for the donor to write a paragraph to the recipient of his donation. He wrote, "American medicine is an extraordinary thing." Really? That's what you want to tell YOUR daughter? Well, thanks for the kind words, dad.

I feel cheated. Shouldn't it be my given right to know BOTH biological parents? Shouldn't it be my given right to know more about my father than his height? Shouldn't it be my right to know?

Constantly, I am conflicted. On one hand, I'm glad he did what he did because I'm alive with two loving parents. But, on the other hand, I deserve to know where I come from and it is unfair, depressing, and unjust. I lose no matter what "side" I pick. If I say I'm okay with it, that means I accept I don't know my father and am okay with how I was conceived. If I say I'm not okay with it, then I'm saying I'd rather not exist. Both sides end in heartbreak.

There are no right answers, just lingering questions. The biggest question of all isn't about my father, but about me. Who am I?

Date submitted: February 06, 2014

30 is too late to find out

I recently found out that my father is not my father and that my mother used artificial insemination to create me. I'm 30 years old and have many emotions about this discovery. The initial ones were disbelief, anger, confusion, and that I have been deceived. The anger is not as strong as when I first found out but when I feel it I have no idea where to direct it to. I feel less connected to my father's side of the family which is really hard. I'm grateful to be alive and feel my parents really wanted to have a child if they went through that to have me. However, I know that they lied to me my whole life. I was never supposed to know about it, my father never wanted me to know, and my mother just finally had to tell me.

I think it is really unfair that parents seeking this solution think of themselves and not what their children will think. It is a normal reaction for a person to want to know where they come from. Ancestry, medical history, etc. The half of me that I took for granted I knew all along was wrong. I have been calling the hospital she went to, calling doctors that could possible be hers, etc and it's like pulling teeth to get info that should be readily available. Frankly, it's unacceptable. If theres any medical records that SHOULD be kept, I think information of donors is one of them. Unfortunately, I'm going to spend a lot of money on a private detective to get information that should be available to me as my birthright.

For men out there deciding if you want to donate, you should know that there is a strong possibility that your offspring will try to find out information about you. It's not a clean break, and you should be prepared for that. Everyone has an inherent desire to know where they come from and you shouldn't rob them of that knowledge.

Date submitted: February 01, 2014


Everyday, and I do mean every single day, I think about you.
When I fill out medical forms I'm forced to leave things blank on the paternal half.
When my friends compare me to my legal father, I have to play along and pretend he is mine.
When I hear kids in science class talk about sperm donors, I have to listen to them unknowingly call me a science experiment freak.
When kids in english class blow up about reading an article on donor kids seeking their fathers, claiming we have no right, I have to remain calm.
When I look in a mirror with my mom, I find the parts that don't add up in our faces and form what I imagine your face as in the reflection.
And I think the worst day of the year is Father's Day. Because I want everything to be fair. I write two cards every year. One to my legal father, and one to you. And no one knows about the second card except for me. I keep them in a keepsake box hoping that one day if my prayers are answered and my hard work in finding you pays off, that I will give them to you. And I want that to be the first thing you ever read of mine. Those open ended cards with nonchalant conversation starters and small talk sayings like "I hope you have a great day" and "I'm very thankful for you".
Because you are the literal half of me that can never be taken away.
And I think of you every day when I go to the doctor.
When I am with my legal father.
When I think of science.
When I read the news paper.
Or something as simple as looking in the mirror and seeing that I have blue eyes with long eyelashes, blonde hair, pale skin, abnormally small hands and feet, terrible vision, above average intelligence, a fast metabolism and am only 5'2: everything my mom is not.
I am you every day of my life and there is nothing I can do to change that.
So, Obviously:
Everyday, and I do mean every single day, I think about you.

Date submitted: January 26, 2014

I wish they told me

I found out by accident that my sister and I were conceived by the same anonymous sperm donor when I was 16.

I love my parents and I'm a lot like my Dad, even if we're not blood related.

But I have so many questions, like are there genetic issues that I'm unaware of (i.e. history of cancers)? Do I have any half-sibilings?

Another area of concern is my ethnic identity. My father is from a European country, and I strongly identify with this country (I have visited it, have an ethnic last name, can speak the language)...but perhaps, biologically, I am not associated with it in any way.

All I know about my sperm donor is that he had brown hair and brown eyes, and was a student at the University of Toronto when he donated.

In sum, though I wouldn't change a thing about my family, I think sperm donor children should have a legal right to have a photo and a medical disclosure sheet on their sperm donor, as well as a number of how many times he (or she) has donated. Their name doesn't matter, but we kids need something.

Date submitted: January 22, 2014

@ Curiosity + My Story! and @ I HAVE A QUESTION

I visit this page a lot since 2012, and I'm using it as a reference for a book project. I'v noticed that gay parenting seems to be a sudden January trend now....



The average fatherless child would simply like to have some relationship with their father. And for it to be encouraged by their parents. If you can provide that, wonderful. It's uber sweet and considerate of you to do all of this research just for your children, and to make sure all their emotional and spiritual needs are met.

What you're doing is called co-parenting (google it) and it's very common in the gay community. I personally know a person who has two moms and two dads. It's so common in the Netherlands these families are called "Pink Families", and the country is thinking about putting more than two parents on the children's birth certificate. You and your wife should really read about it.

The reason why its not in the media is because these families can be DYI (home-inseminated) while sperm-donor kids are a part of a BILLION-DOLLAR-INDUSTRY.

Good luck with double-motherhood! And congratulations about your marriage.

PS: You and your wife should google about **CO-BREASTFEEDING**. It's a very spiritual and symbolic way to show how you two are both mothering your children, similar to the IVF process you two are both doing. It also will take a huge burden off you, and allow both of you two to bond with your children like mothers

Date submitted: January 12, 2014

My Story!

I am a Donor conceived person. My parents were great but since they were lesbian they couldn't have kids. Also my parents where too old to have kids. (45)But My Mum desperately wanted kids so My twin brother and I where donor conceived. I just happened to get ethnic donors. The Sperm donor was half Lebanese and British. The Egg donor was half Italian and white(with areas of french.) My twin brother and I looked NOTHING like our parents. They where Blond, blue eyes. I am Tan skin, Very dark brown hair, big amber eyes and slender. the complete opistee to my parents. The thing is, I looked hugely Arabic. My brother on the other hand, dark brown hair, light tan skin, and seafoam eyes. More Italian, but quite white. This was hard as I always got questions on my ethnicity, I did know my donors actually. But the huge question I got was, when i told them my ethnicity, told me to speak the language! But of course I couldn't. Isn't hard explaining to people everything. Especially to your homophobic Muslim friend lawl. But it was okay in the end.

Date submitted: January 11, 2014


Reading half of these stories have really saddened me.
I have the most amazing mums, who couldn't have done a better job with me and my 2 younger sisters. We all have the same donor dad and the same mother. And I don't need nor want a father, but I do have alot of curiosity about my "bio dad";
What does he look like ?
What is he in to ?
Is he tall ?
Short ?
Wide ?
Slim ?
....Does he even know that me & my sisters exist ?
However, if I do ever manage to find him, I have no intent on building a relationship with him. Hes not my dad, he just helped 2 amazing women bring 3 very happy girls into the world. Another reason I would like to find him is due to some medical mysteries, if not for that I doubt I would even bother looking !!
I mean my mums really have done an amazing job with me & my sisters, me & my youngest suffer from quite severe dyslexia (so struggled immensely throughout school) whilst my other sister has ASD (Autistic Spectrum Disorder, for those who arent aware). So they did & do indeed have their work cut out & with very little support from their families, who still to this day, despite the successes me & my sisters have become, believe gay couples cannot raise children.
I love my mums & am incredibly grateful for everything they have done & put up with for the sake of me and my sisters.
And if I do manage to find my "bio dad" then great, if not then no big deal.

Date submitted: January 09, 2014

@I have a question

I'm not a donor-child myself, I grew up fatherless and I simply know of some people who are fatherless including my friend who grew up with **two lesbian moms** and never knew her father. First off, I would like to congratulate you and your wife for your marriage: so yeah, congrates. Yay!

Now moving on...

From what I've collected from my personal conversations with my friends who didn't have dads, most children simply would like an opportunity to know and share a relationship with their father. That's it. Just like you two had a dad, and possible loved him to bits, a child might desire the same thing. You never know. Not every same-sex-reared child is Zach Whales, sometimes you have Robert Lopezes. Even me myself, growing up without a dad (though many opnions may vary), I could care less if my mom were married to him or not like a 'nuclear family'. I just honestly wanted to know that the man who gave me life, loves me and wanted to be at my side.

For a FYI, you aren't doing anything radical, the open adoption-type relationship you crave to have with your baby-daddy is called 'co-parenting'.
There are sights and groups catering to lesbigay couples who do this and even a famous actor who (a gay man) who wrote a column on the Guardian about it. I'll pull some articles at the end of this response.

Thank you two so much for being so considerate about the possible needs of your children. As you can see from the respondents on the donor/surrogate/ birth-parent section, it's very rare...... to say the least...

I've witnessed the same-sex parenting debate (how it's "homophobic" for some people to think dads or moms are important to some children) it's really nice to see a married lesbian couple think OUTSIDE the box. You give this organization and this entire program the goal it's aiming for; feasible alternatives, and more importantly: **consideration for the perspective of the children**.





Enjoy, I bet you will both be wonderful moms

Date submitted: December 29, 2013

I have a question

I am actually a someday to be Birth mom. My Wife & I are a legally married lesbian couple. We will be using my Wife's egg, known donor sperm & my womb. Our known donor is an old family friend of mine. Our parents were very close friends & we knew each other like cousins. We lost touch for about 23yrs. I reconnected with him & his family on Facebook. He lives in another state now. Through getting to know him again I realized that he is just the kind of person we would want to be our donor. We actually want our child to always know his biological father.We have great relationships with our Dads & feel our child deserves no less. We want to have a relationship with him similar to an open adoption. We want our child to be able to talk to & see his Bio Dad.

My question is would you donor conceived people think you would feel better had you been able to know your donor all your life?

Date submitted: December 26, 2013


You really feel like you are trying to commit an act of fraud. Trying to fool everyone that you are related to someone when you are not.
It feels really awful to be honest.
You want to look like your family really badly. You see other people that look like a family, and it makes you sad because you and your family will never have that. You will all always be different. It's not a good feeling at all. I feel if I could just have a clue what my biological father looks like, I could have some peace.

Date submitted: December 21, 2013

My life is a lie

I don't fit in.

I don't fit in with my family.

I was about 7 or 8 when my parents told me about the donor. I didn't understand. I didn't understand that my dad was not my biological father.

You see, my parents had been trying for the longest time to get pregnant, and it didn't seem to be working. Miscarriage after miscarriage, they had finally given up on natural conceiving. Their first donor, gave conception to my older brother. He was a healthy baby boy. Then a year or so after he was born, my parents had yet another donation. But it ended up being twins- me and my brother.

When I was about 11 years old I began to feel like I was different than everyone else. Whenever school would have events where parents were involved, I compared my peers to their parents. I look at myself, and I see wrong. I felt like I didn't belong at all. I got angry. Why me? Why did this have to be me that doesn't know her biological father, the one who gave me life. I started thinking that I needed to look like my dad, because I wanted to look like someone, I wanted to know who I look like.

I don't know if I will ever know who I look like. Someone out there gave me life, gave me half of my genes, and I may never know who that is. I really wish I could know this, more than anything.

I wish I knew my biological father.

Date submitted: December 21, 2013

I Don't Agree

I don't agree with the way I was born. I really don't.

I was 18 when my mother told me that my father wasn't actually my dad. I was filling out medical information for college when the website asked for my father's medical history. I looked to my mom for guidance when she told just to not fill it out and stop. That's when she told me. My sister, my mom, and I were all related, but not to my father. Yes, it was a giant shock, but at first it didn't hit me. Later that evening, I couldn't look at my father again the same way. The man who I had spent 18 years believing was my dad, wasn't anymore. I'll admit that later that night as I lay in bed I googled what I am and what this was. I will openly admit that I cried myself to sleep that night.

Ever since that night I've struggled with this. There isn't a day that goes by where I don't think about it. I'll look at other people's families and see the way they all work together and how they all look alike. And I can't do it. And then it all made sense to me. Like why my parents waited six years to have children. Why only once someone has told me I look like my dad and every other time like my mom or my sister.

After my mom told me what I was she said, "All it changes is that we don't know your medical history. Nothing else."
I can't tell you how wrong she was.

College is tough. Everyone asks me about my family. They'll ask, "How many siblings do you have?"
And I have to reply one. But I don't know actually how many I do have.
Dad's weekend was really hard on me too. Seeing so many people who look so much like their dads while mine (who actually couldn't attend) was not actually my dad.

I'm not related to one half of my family. I don't actually know how many brothers or sisters I have. I don't know if I'm an aunt yet. I could have nieces and nephews. I have an entire half of my family that I don't know. I have another grandma. But I don't know if she's passed away. My half-siblings could have passed away too. But, I won't know what their life was and how they contributed to our world. I want to know these people. I want to know about their lives. I want to see the half of me in them. I want to know what my father looks like so I can see where I came from.

There are too many negative things that happen with Donor children. And its not an easy thing to cope with. Some of us feel like lab rats. Most of us wish our parents had rather adopted. I understand why people use this method of conceiving, but I don't agree with it. The children who are conceived from this suffer too much. And its not an easy thing to just "get over."

I don't believe in the way I was conceived. I really don't.

Date submitted: November 27, 2013

Mom's Bad Meal

Dear Mom,

I used to cry in an instant at the mere thought of you dying. The worst thing in the world would have been to lose you. I used to believe that you were the world's best mom: smart, full of affection, a "go-getter". In jr.high and high school I was baffled by my friends who talked back to their mothers, undermined their wishes, or insulted them.

Now I realize the breaking away my friends were engaging in was a normal part of adolescent development and that my worshipping of you was *not* normal. My worshipping of you should be discussed only in context with my hatred of men: the sex that represented all the false fathers you forced me to live with´┐Żnone of which loved me, at least appropriately.

I've tried to tell you that your use of an anonymous sperm donor in having me was wrong. All you can say is "but otherwise you wouldn't be alive! Aren't you happy you're alive?"

This just demonstrates your binary, limited imagination and remarkably low emotional intelligence.

If someone cooked you a meal, with rotten meat and you suffered food poisoning or botulism as a result´┐Żwould the side dishes and salt and pepper make up for all the nausea? The cramping and fatigue? Is it reasonable that the person who served you the rotten meal make you say thank you? Isn't it more appropriate that the cook apologize?

Well Mom, I've been throwing up for over a decade now and you have yet to apologize for the rotten meat you served.

I needed my dad, MY dad´┐Ż not the shitty men you had the bad judgment of marrying.

Every time I try to approach the subject you start bawling and run to the kitchen to inhale whatever kind of sugar you can find. You choke on ice-cream as your chin quivers and you still can't apologize. Your solution to all of your life's problems is to go after what you want. Your indulgence and lack of temperance has earned you debt, soon diabetes, and a very, very ungrateful daughter.

It's extremely hard for me to respect you.
All I wanted was an apology for the way you threw my father in the trash, for the way you wrongly assumed you could be the center of the universe forever.

I forgive you in that I hope things work out for you and you find peace. I hope you get over your unwillingness to see a psychologist or therapist or priest. But I can't waste any more of my time trying to fix you. For a long time I thought it was my life's purpose to make you happy. That was the whole reason I was born, to serve you.

I don't think that any more.
And I no longer cry automatically at the thought of you dying.
But don't kill yourself, that would be selfish too. Go get help. Or better yet go give help. Seek out redemption.

Date submitted: October 11, 2013

I Just Want To Know.

I love my family, and I can't help but feeling that I am betraying them a little by coming here and posting this. It feels a little like I'm spitting in their face after 19 years of loving care, but it has to be said.

I was raised by two women, my lesbian parents. I'm an only child, but not for lack of trying. After me there was at least 7 more attempts at conceiving, and once there actually was a pregnancy. But tragically, there was a miscarriage at 2 months.

I've always felt a little detached from the world, and I'm not sure if it is just me, or if it has to do with my unknown half. My mother knows next to nothing about the donor, other than he was a med student and had blonde hair/blue eyes.

The family I am related to by blood are in no way a substitute. It is the people on the other side of my family, my non-biological mother, that I feel most comfortable and connected to. My parents raised me to believe that family is what you make it, and I believe in that whole-heartedly.

However, the truth of the matter is, I just want to know. As many other only children will be able to empathise, I always felt jealous of friends with siblings, always wishing that I had somebody else too. I know I have 9 half brothers and sisters, who I would love to meet. I'm on the Donor Registry, and if there are any donor conceived people out there reading this, I would encourage you to get on there too.

I don't personally know any other donor conceived people, but reading this, it's nice to know that there are other people that feel the same as I do too. I feel like this information would bring me a huge amount of piece of mind. If there's anyone who feels alone, just know, you're not the only one. We're the new Lost Generation.

Date submitted: October 06, 2013

Never ending

I've posted in here once before, I guess I came back because I feel some type of comfort writing in here. Not a day goes by where I don't think about my biological father and multiple half siblings. It's like I crave this knowledge that I am being denied, knowledge that should be a given right, knowledge that would bring me an extreme amount of closure. Maybe that's what I am really wanting, closure. No matter where I go, I am reminded everyday of this situation. I don't want you to think I am bitter or upset about how I was conceived, I accept it. The part I don't accept is the possibility of knowing who I am and being denied that possibility. Before I was even conceived adults decided my fate, obviously I had no say in the situation. And I am glad that my mom got the daughter she had always wanted and I'm glad my biological father was able to help pay his way through law school by selling me to the sperm bank. But I can't help but wonder if he ever thinks about his 30+ kids? Sometimes I just really hope he would, I wish he would reach out to us, but that is unrealistic. I believe in God, and I believe that maybe He doesn't want me to find my bio father, but I still can't stop thinking about it. I still can't stop staring at myself in the mirror and wondering who I am. I can't help but wonder where I came from and who I look like. The thing is, I don't even want a relationship with this man who "donated" his sperm. I just want to know who he is. I want to know my siblings. Every time I think about this it breaks my heart, and I think about this every day. I feel like I miss him and my siblings, though I don't even know who they are. I will never stop searching, it is slowly killing me.

Date submitted: October 03, 2013


I don't really know where to begin, all I know is that I feel beyond lost at the moment.
I guess I will start from the beginning.

I was born into a traditional home, with a traditional family; Mom, Dad, dogs and a cat. They finalized their divorce when I was four years old. I mostly lived with my mom, I saw my dad about once a week. I remember being in 6th grade, after dance class I went home (to my moms house) to find both my mom and dad sitting in my kitchen, obviously waiting for my arrival. I was so nervous and could feel the tension in the air, it was the first time my dad had ever been in my moms house in 5 years. My palms were sweaty as I waited to hear the unexpected story that was about to unfold before me.

My dad is a biology teacher, so he immediately got out a notepad and pencil and started to sketch out how the sperm and egg come together to make a baby. It seemed like a century, watching him doodle everything I already understood. My patience was running out and I could't take waiting much longer, I also felt extremely uncomfortable having my parents together, speaking to me about sex. Finally, he dropped the ball and told me that he was not related to me, for my biological father is an anonymous sperm donor. My first reaction was just a simple "Oh, okay", I was in shock and wanted my dad to leave before things got even more uncomfortable. Inside I was so confused, all my life I thought that the man who had helped raised me was my father, and now I am being told that my real father will never be found. I could tell they were surprised by my initial calm reaction and eventually he got up and left. I was confused but decided I would just not think about it, I was too young to understand anyways.

It wasn't for another year or so until I started to ask questions and grow curious. I remember searching on the internet, trying to find a way to find him. Everyone told me that I wasn't going to find anything, that it's hopeless, if he wants to be anonymous then he will stay anonymous. Everyone told me to stop trying, so that's what I did, I stopped. Don't get me wrong, I still thought about who I was periodically, however, I didn't see the point in wasting my time to find this mystery man who did not want to be found. 6 years later, I've begun my search again, and I am not taking no for an answer. My heritage should be a natural given right. The fact that adults made such a big decision for me before I was even conceived, baffles me. I understand that my mom just wanted a baby, but these sperm banks, they are just in it for the money. And obviously the sperm donors are selling their sperm just for the money too. At what point will we stop and look at this as selling a child? Because that is what it ultimately feels like. These sperm banks are not regulated either. I recently found a sister, who actually lives in my town, I was so delighted and surprised o find out I had a sibling. She called the sperm bank and asked how many births were confirmed from our donor, and there were 30. 30 births, which mean 28 other siblings that I have yet to find. I can't help but wonder if my biological father knows about his 30 children, who knows, maybe he donated to more than one sperm bank.

Can you see why I feel lost? I am currently on 23andme and familytree DNA trying to find out about my health history and trying to connect the dots. I don't know where I came from and that is all I think about. I can't help but to look down at my hands and to look at my reflection and just wonder. Wonder who I am. Now, for my biological father, I do not want a relationship with him, but is a picture and a name too much to ask for? I don't think so.

In some papers we received from the sperm bank, he said that he enjoys thinking games and solving puzzles, well like father, like daughter. I enjoy solving puzzles too... and I won't quit until I put all of the missing pieces together for the puzzle that is my life.

Date submitted: September 25, 2013

Figuring Out

It's not the fact I'm donor conceived that upsets and angers me. It's the fact I had to figure it out for myself and my parents never told me. A few months ago I was sitting in my biology lesson and my teacher was talking about IVF. I found out I was an IVF baby around 2 years ago but didn't think that necessarily meant using donor eggs or sperm until my teacher mentioned that if a woman was too old to conceive then she could use donor eggs. I had always thought my parents were much older than all my friends or classmates parents but I put that down to my mother and father being lucky to conceive at old age I guess. I always felt close to my father but I knew I never had a proper bond with my mother like my friends have with theirs.

So when my teacher made this comment, it was on my mind all day to go home and ask my parents if both the sperm and eggs were theirs. I really did not expect the answer to be no. Or maybe I did and I just didn't want to believe it. My mother told me that the eggs were donor eggs. My father tried to tell me that she was still my mother but I felt so betrayed. If I hadn't asked, when were they going to tell me? Yes she carried me and raised me but there's still something missing. I want to know what my donor looks like or I want to know a name or something!

I'd always had a closer bond with my little sister than my older sister so when I found out they'd used different eggs for her and I wasn't fully related to her I was genuinely heartbroken. I honestly felt like I had been living a lie for 18 years and everything was different. Obviously it's not the same as adoption, I wasn't given up by my mother. It's different but it's still upsetting. It's not the kind of thing you can explain to everyone or want to explain to everyone, so only my close friends know.

I've just sent off my forms to HFEA and I don't know what to expect back but I'm hoping for just a tiny bit of information on my donor or know if I have any half-siblings. Anything really.

Date submitted: September 17, 2013

Across the Ocean and Back

I was raised in a fragmented upper middle class family filled with emotional abuse. I never found out until high school that my mother was not my real mother...and yet she was at the same time. Because she carried me in her womb, gave birth to me, and raised me like her own? I had never known such confusion in my life. On the one hand, I wanted to love her and I did in my own way because I felt duty-bound to, but on the other hand I resented her, for bringing me into this abusive family. I hated my biological father but I will not discuss it here.

When I tell friends my mother isn't my real mother they would assume I was adopted but it's not the same as being an egg donor child. I never wanted to explain so few people know the truth. I hate telling strangers a long elaborate story that doesn't mean much to them anyway.

In my second year of college I went across the ocean to Japan to search for my "true mother". I had very little information to go off of, and almost zero knowledge of the language. It was a challenging year of culture clashes, an emotional rollercoaster. But I learned a lot about Japan, about my language and culture and heritage, and I could feel it within me, even though the parents who raised me knew nothing of the language or culture. I knew it was in my soul and I picked up the language almost naturally. Yet I returned somber and changed. It was bittersweet, falling in love with a new world which should have been my birthright and yet was denied me at birth...

I've grown up. Years later, now, I accept the truth for what it is. But I have taught myself bit by bit to forgive, empathize, be happy with what I have. My mother, the one who raised me is my true mother and she is the only one I will ever know. She supported me during my year away, my endured my soul-searching, my depression upon returning...my bitterness. Now that I am older and mature I can imagine how hurt she was back then when I told her I was leaving to find my truth. But it was necessary, all of this. My life continues.

Date submitted: September 16, 2013

Child of lesbian parents

I have gay parents.
I spend most of my time at my best friends house. I hang out with her Dad cuz I never had one and he is this awesome guy. My friends Dad is a lot like Charlie from Twilight! I cried when I read about Bellas father in the books and in all his scenes in the movies. Mostly at my friends house it feels like I can just be myself. Someone has to say it cuz I dont hear it but gay parents are selfish in a way. They dont think what its going to be like for me to live in their world.

Am I the only one who feels this way? Am I a bad daughter because I wish I had a Dad? Is there anyone else who has 2 Moms or 2 Dads who wonders what it would be like if they were born into a normal family? Is ther anyone else who wants to be able to use the word normal without gettin a lecture on what is normal???

I dont know my real father and never will. Its weird but I miss him. I miss this man I will never know. Is it wrong for me to long for a father like my friends have? She has two brothers I play basketball with all the time. It feels so amazing to be included in their family. When I am there I think this is what its like to be in a family that has a Mom and a Dad. Then I have have to go home to my own world. I just dont fit in it anymore.

Date submitted: July 17, 2013

Be a good parent!

I've been conceived by the AI procedure in 1987. I am currently a 25 year old Child Psychologist. And I worry a great deal about the stories presented here. Logically every child wants to know where it's origins are. And I think it's a right for everyone to try to explore this opportunity. Most of the stories here seem sad or expressing a great loss. I know there is some loss from personal experience but there is also a great joy. You are a wanted and loved child. I think most of these stories are posted in times of emotional stress where people reach a breaking point and write about it. Mostly during puberty when developing an identity is an task for children. (And how would you feel if you suddenly hear that dad is not your dad?)

I think parents should really think twice about how they want to approach this issue if they don't have experience with the psychological impact of this procedure. This is not a procedure to take lightly. It can work out great, I am a happy individual but there are plenty of things parents need to find out before they go through with it.

Anger and frustration is what I feel when I hear parents saying: "We think we should just tell Jimmy about the procedure at age 17. He can handle it better then." That's simply lying to a child about something as fundamental as it's history and heritage. Being a mother and father is a privilege and not a right. True parenthood lies in you raising your kid well and not in supplying the genes. Thus your child has a right to know as soon as possible where he is from. No weird stories, no lies. Not to the community and especially not to your child. Or you will end up with a teenager that has a right to never trust you again.

So help your kid explain what has happend. Even support him in searching for the biological parent. These things does not mean that your child doesn't love you or doesn't regard you as a real parent. It simply means that your child wants to know. It's the least you can do.

Date submitted: July 16, 2013

Still on the search (LWC conceived 1985, born Aug 1986)

My name is Chris and I first started experiencing major differences between my Dad when I was rather young. At the age of 7, I asked my mom if I was related to my dad because he is very different than me. I later found out in my late teens that I was conceived at the London Women's Clinic under Dr. Bridget Mason in November 1985. I've been on the search to find my lost half-siblings since that is a much higher probability than my actual sperm-donor father. There has been something missing for so long, its almost a psychological/physiological need to find somebody related to me from this side of my father.

I am signed into the DCR (donor-conceived register) for people born before 1991 in the UK, and I have a Y-Chromosome test results which I could compare to other individuals if you are a male willing to share and were conceived around the same time as me.

I've been trying to get in touch with the bridget mason group of conceived adults, and I am currently in contact with 4 people not including myself. I hope that if you are out there reading this, and you match this description, you can reach me...

Thanks and best of luck to all of you on your search

Date submitted: June 28, 2013

But i have my brother

My mom was barely fertile and she wanted children quite badly. The man who I call my father is not my biological father, but I love him and couldn't call anyone else my dad. Mom got sperm from a supposedly anonymous donor at a clinic and she birthed my brother 3 years ahead of myself. We were told we are of the same two "parents" biologically. We live together and away from our parents. I don't want to leave my brother because we are the closest relatives. Mom doesn't like us, dad definitely does love us more than her. I'd like to know what my biological father looks like, his heritage and background. Being a quarter Irish and quarter Swedish with a half a mystery isn't satisfying. My brother worries about predisposition to certain disease or mental health issues passed genetically. We won't leave each others side for a long time. I feel lost sometimes because I want to know who my biological father is.

Date submitted: June 12, 2013

Synthesis of Loss

I am feeling extreme anxiety because I can foresee what lies ahead but I am powerless to stop it. It is like foreknowledge the car is about to crash, without the power to apply the brakes. Market deregulation. Thousands, millions of children growing up to make sense of the confusion of deliberate family dislocation and a fractured identity and the loss of being raised by their family of origin, who alone can reflect their looks, interests and personality and help them find their place as a link in the chain of their kin.

Donor conception is wrong because it is geared towards fulfilling the needs of adults - at the expense of the needs of the child. Circumstances vary, but the bottom line remains the same. People believe they have a right to a child and are therefore entitled to remove a child from its kin to be raised by an alternative family. If people have a 'right' to a child then the child loses its autonomy as a human being. Conceived with a technique that has its origins in animal husbandry, fused from two people who were never in love, never danced together, never even met, further erodes our sense of humanity. The most primal need of the child is to be loved, valued and raised by its parents. Donor conception interferes to pervert the relationship between the child and their biological parents.

Children of surrogates are told "the woman who gave birth to you is not your 'real mother,' she was just a handy womb." The real mother is the woman who provided the egg.' Children of egg donors are told "your 'real mother' is the woman who gave birth to you, the woman who provided the egg is 'just a donor.'' Adults willing to procreate with the intention of not parenting the child are held in high esteem. It is madness. Donor conception should be subject to the same tests as adoption. A court should transfer parenting rights to the commissioning parents only if it can be proved that it is in the best interests of the child not to be raised by their biological parents.

I feel tremendous empathy for the next generation of ART babies, struggling to conform to the extreme pressure to be the smiling babies advertised on the websites and clinic walls. Never betraying their loyalty to their legal parents by identifying their loss. This next generation will struggle even more because they will be told they were 'lucky' enough to be raised in the 'perfect model' of donor conception. They get to know their donors name. What more do they want? At least people admit mistakes were made in my generation.

Society keeps repeating the folly of separating children from their families to fulfil the huge demand for children, as we have seen with child trafficking in Haiti and service providers organising third world adoptions of 'orphans' with living parents. Donor conception has more of a veneer of respectability, but the ethical considerations concerning the vulnerability and powerlessness of the child are the same.

Adoptees, wards of the state and members of the Stolen Generation understand. Will the Donated Generation ever get their apology? Will anyone ever listen to us, the 'commissioned children?'

I shout my experiences into the vacuum of the infertility treatment industry and numbly watch as the next generation is unthawed and inseminated.

Date submitted: May 26, 2013

Feeling betrayed

Before she died when I was ten, I worshipped my mother. She was a beautiful, straightforward, loving human being and I was proud to be her blood and flesh, her real daughter. But growing up, I always felt something was wrong. I didn't look like her, I looked Caucasian, too white and freckle to be completely Japanese. Even after she left, I took solace in knowing that I was hers, that someday I might look more like her, that I would attract the attention of many men like she did. She was mine and I was hers in both flesh and heart and I was immensely proud and happy to know that. It was my beacon of light throughout the lonely years of my childhood. I was the luckiest kid in the world to have such a beautiful mom. When I was fourteen though, my father told me that she had loved me very much and to never forget that she was my real mother who bore me, but genetically my REAL mother was an anonymous Korean/German woman. I pretended like it was no big deal, like all it was was explaining my strange eyes and my brown blonde hair. I was so heartbroken. The person I believed to be my own was in fact, not. This distanced me even more from my memories of her and I was so distraught and angry when no one was looking. I wish they hadn't told me. I really wish they hadn't. Thinking past that, I do want to meet my biological mother, but I feel like if I expressed these feelings to my father, he wouldn't understand and tell me that it wasn't important. But I WANT to know. There are so many questions within me.Do I have siblings? The sister I'd always hoped for? Did they look like me? What did my mother look like? Would she like me? Did she want to know me? Is she alive? I'd like to meet her someday. And if not, I'd like to at least know who she is. A name perhaps.

Date submitted: April 21, 2013

Not knowing.

Many people who know me but don't know my real story. Who I really am. Who my other half is. I grew up with two wonderful parents. They separated when I was about 4. My dad (who is my biological dad) ended up getting custody of me when I was 10. My mother, I found out she wasn't my real mother a little earlier than I should have. I was probably 7 and I asked her "Why don't I look like you?" and then she told me the story. My parents wanted very much to have a kid. But, my mother was too old to have kids at the time so they decided on surrogacy. My biological mother donated her egg and wanted to stay anonymous. All we know about her is that her family is all healthy, she has two older sons, and she has blonde hair (since my dad has black hair I probably got it from her.) Ever since I was told at age 7 that the mother who I always thought of as my own, wasn't. And now that I think about it, we are nothing alike. There is another huge story that happened when I was 10 but, I'm not going to go into detail, let's just say after I turned 11 my dad got sole custody of me.
I wonder all the time who my biological mother is. What does she look like? What does she like to do in her free time? What does she do for a job? Does she even know I exist? Does she ever want to meet me? What would I say to her if I ever met her? There is just so many questions and no answers. Only my close friends know about this and they want to know these things as well. Sometimes when I walk down the street, I'll think, have I seen my biological mother today? Maybe I've already seen her and not even know it. The worst thing about being this way is not knowing. I just found out about this website and I like it. I like knowing that there are kids out there just like me who don't know who their mother/father is. I feel like we all relate in a way. If I ever meet this wonderful woman who helped conceive me, I would have so many questions. I would also want to thank her so much for my wonderful and blessed life that I have because of her.

Date submitted: April 07, 2013


When people go about talking about how randomly inseminating women by random men is a good thing because the kid is wanted i get agitated. Who the hell am i wanted by? The two people who made me, or the desperate selfish woman who couldn't make her own kids with her husband so bought sperm from a random man who masturbated in a cup to play boy, took his check, left the clinic and went home to the creations he made with his sperm.

Oh sure, it's totally acceptable for him to sell off his sperm to make the same kids he has at home, but if a man gets a woman knocked up and runs off to his first family, he's suddenly this dead-beat-father and a horrible monster? and the woman is a whore who opened her legs to any one. Are you freakin kidding me?

It's STILL sex, people. It's just artificial. the penis is the NATURAL syringe, it's NO different.

If dads don't matter, no more Maury, no more Ancestory.com, no DNA tests and no more dads being forced to pay child support. No more father's day, no more biology classes about sexual reproduction: where us donor-kids get to sit and learn about genetics, learn about how we are genetically halves of our parents; how we come from a long line; how we will have their features; their traits; some of their personality; their mitochondria; and why we all look like our siblings and why we look like our maternal and paternal sides. Well here's the reality WE DON'T. History papers about our origins are agonizing, frustrating and angry, not a fun lecture about how Grandma came from Wales, and how Papa came from Ireland. We don't have dad's eyes, we don't have his nose, we don't have his dimples. When we want to know how tall, buff, hairy, tan we'll get we don't get a lecture from dear ol' Pop who will tell us "well son,you're from the smiths, you come from a long line of ____ people."

We're basically made like livestalk or wild animal breeding--just random people mixed together. It sucks when you're a HUMAN, and you want to be told you were a product of sexual reproduction and not a social/ biology experiment that took place in a lab. And unlike your pet dog (who was taken from it's mom at birth), it isn't just about getting a roof over your head and attention. Just like how the RECIPIENTS go out of their way to make sure THEY experience pregnancy, and THEY have their biological kids, well, o' dear, WE WANT OUR REAL PARENTS TOO. THE ONES THAT NATURE SAID WERE SUPPOSE TO TAKE CARE OF US, NOT A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER, MY BUYERS SIGNED WITHOUT MY CONSENT.

how would you feel if you went to a hospital gave birth and the doctor gave you a random baby? The baby's healthy and it's one of you and your partner's but you are told this later on with the BABY's ready. For your whole child-rearing experience you get to wonder if you are the parent or not. The baby might not look like you and he may come from someone else, but you don't know. Then you are told, after years of believing you were the parent, it ain't ya baby and it never will be. But, you can't make another kid, or ever go to the hospital and find the baby (who doesn't give a crap about you) that was actually yours, you're stuck with the one the hospital gave to you.

And lastly, if us kids are suppose to be grateful that we were alive and that's all that matter, then the first person who feels sorry for a rape victim's offspring should be verbally attacked and told to shut the hell up.

i was wanted by the couple who couldn't have kids of their own, so they went to a clinic and purchased me. If my mom could conceived with my dad, i would have never existed. That's how "wanted" i am.

Date submitted: March 09, 2013

The gift of family

My father in law gave his children and grandchildren the most wonderful and meaningful gift this past Christmas, the story of his genealogical family from his mother's side and the beginning of his own autobiography ending when he met my husband's mother. Beautifully written bound and presented. He left it to his children and grandchildren to continue to write the story from their own perspective.

Why does genealogy, mothers, fathers, grandparents, sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, cousins of the shared dna kind matter? Because they ground, bind and root us to people and history. Their stories matter. We build our stories from theirs and pass them on to our own children.

I do not need to have blood ties to my husband's father's family genealogical history to call them family. But I am a part of my chidren's genealogical history and so too is my parent's donor, including the rich history of all the many people whose life both his and ours traveled through.

The greatest gift I've been given from my donor conception experience is how precious family is. My parent's donor is my father. He matters. There really is no such thing as a donor in relation to his offspring.

Date submitted: March 08, 2013


I am a donor conceived baby, and I am not bothered by it. To say I don't care is going a bit far but generally I don't find myself conflicted by it, I don't find myself wondering what my "real" father is like or how well I would get on with my potential half siblings.
The reason why is simply this; I love my family. I never felt like I had a part of me "missing" growing up (as I've read from other people's accounts.)

I was born in 1993, London. My mum told me I was donor-conceived when I was thirteen, although I already had an inkling by then...you see, me and my brother never really looked that alike, people often said it and I noticed it myself. I have very pale skin and blue eyes while my brother is tanned with brown eyes. There are some similar traits but you have to look hard.

My parents split up when I was ten and although me and my Dad (the one I grew up with)don't often get along I would never change him. He is my father, I love him, he raised me and biology doesn't come in to that. And as for potential siblings, why would I need to meet more? Out of some misguided notion that just because you share blood you're immediately family? No. Me and my brother grew up together, we fought over the silliest of things, went through our parent's split together, I watched him grow up from being a small toddler to a lanky teen, that is what makes us family. The fact that we don't share the same sperm donor doesn't matter to me and when he is told about how we were conceived I hope it doesn't matter to him either.

Saying all that, I would like to thank my biological father (and my brother's) for making his donation. Because of him my parents were able to have children and their is no greater gift. If it weren't for him I wouldn't be here and no words can express how grateful I am for that, and because of that I too would like to become a donor. And if I do have any other siblings, I am open to meeting them. I am interested in seeing whether they look like me, or if we have similar interests and I would quite like to exchange our "donor" stories. But for the most part, my life has not changed, my dad is my dad, my brother (half or not) is my brother and my family are my family and I would not replace them for the world.

To all the other donor conceived kids out there, it doesn't change a thing, your family are still your family, it's just now you know you're also a miracle of science! ;)

Date submitted: March 08, 2013


I've already submitted a story to this website, but I find my feelings about this issue are constantly changing. Constantly evolving. How I felt a month ago is not how I feel now, and I'm sure it is not how I'll feel a year from now. The more I research the issue, the more I have to say.

This website has really helped me come to terms with being donor baby. That is a HUGE life-changing piece of information to take in at 21. My mom kept it a secret for so long that I felt like I couldn't talk about it either. These stories really helped me feel less alone.

I've told people about it now. I don't advertise it or anything, but people who are close to me know how I feel, and that has been immensely helpful. I'm ready to talk to my mom about it, which is something I didn't think I would ever do. I was worried about hurting her. Now I realize that until I talk to her about it, I'm only hurting myself, and I deserve more. This was her choice, and I'm already suffering enough for it. She should be prepared to deal with the consequences.

Reading other people's stories was so helpful, I think, because of the variety of reactions. Many people felt similar to me. Many seemed much more angry. Several were facing the issue on a more general level, talking about the concept of sperm donation rather than their own conception. All of these helped me see different sides of the issue, which in turn helped me come to terms with everything.

Not that everything is resolved now. Far from it. I'm curious. A few months ago I was ready to just accept the fact that I'm a donor baby and move on with my life, but now I realize that I'll never be able to do that. It's who I am. I'll never stop wondering. Not just about who my father is, but about all the other people out there like me who will never know the truth. About all my potential half-siblings, scattered across the country. About how many more people this is going to happen to before anonymous donation comes to an end. About how it's affecting kids growing up right now. I have so many questions that I've never considered. I don't think I'll ever have all the answers. From here on out, I'll always be wondering. But that won't stop me from looking.

Date submitted: March 08, 2013

I was conceived because of convenience.

Unlike a lot of women who use sperm donors, my mom didn't struggle with fertility and she didn't hear her "biological clock" ticking. She was only 25 when she decided to conceive me by sperm donation. She had given birth to my older sister when she was a teenager and after years of dealing with my sister's deadbeat dad, custody battles, and child support problems, she decided that she wanted to use sperm donation simply because she didn't want to deal with the problems that came with her child having a father in the picture. After getting a settlement from a lawsuit, she decided to go ahead with sperm donation.
I wasn't the only kid in my neighborhood raised by a single parent but I was still different from the kids whose parents were divorced or one of their parents had passed on. I didn't have any stories about my father. I didn't even have a name. Around the fourth or fifth grade, I started making up stories about my father, whom I called Henri (after the character from the PBS show Liberty's Kids). In high school, my story was more detailed. Henri was from Paris, France and the reason he wasn't in my life was because of citizenship issues and the cost of the travel. I went so far as to write myself fake letters and take French to keep my story up.
This lie kept me going for a while. After I turned 18, I began searching for my father but I had no luck. The most they would do was send a letter to his last known address, which hadn't been updated in over a decade. Depressed at my lack of success, I sought relationships, some sexual and some nonsexual, with older men in an attempt to create a father figure in my life. I eventually sought therapy, which helped a lot, but there's not any support group that I've ever seen for children born of egg/sperm donation. Mostly, I was told how "thankful" I should be that my mother "chose to give me life" and that "G-d had a plan for me."
I feel the void of my father more so than ever as an adult. I had no father to walk me down the aisle at my wedding. My son had no grandfather present at his birth or his brit shalom (and he most likely won't have one at his bar mitzvah). Father's Day hits me hard. I've lost more than one job in my life simply because I couldn't drag myself out of bed on that day. I don't celebrate my birthday at all. I resent my mother a lot and we don't speak to each other. My mom did a great job of raising me -- I ate homemade dinners every night, I went to Disneyland every summer, and most importantly, I knew I was loved -- but I can't help but resent her. I feel her actions were selfish. Emotionally, it's very hard for me to accept that I was conceived out of convenience and not love. That the only reason I'm on this earth is because some random guy jacked off into a cup while looking at a Playboy.

Date submitted: February 26, 2013


My mother could not conceive under normal conditions. She tried for years and could not get pregnant. Finally after trying IVF and a sperm donor, she conceived my twin brother and I. She raised us all on her own, and never kept our paternity a secret to us. We never felt shame or that we needed to hide that fact that we had a donor for a father, but we weren't open about it either. This was a topic that we just did not discuss outside the home, it wasn't really anyone elses business. Plus, being conceived in 1994, not many people (atleast that I knew of) came from similar circumstances, it didn't have the popularity that it does now. My twin brother has always struggled with finding male acceptance. He grasps at any male attention he can receive, thriving in talking to friends fathers. He really struggles with his male identity. My mom did the best she could, but she is not a man, and even though we had loving uncles and grandfathers, it is not the same as a father. He enlisted in the army (to pay for college he says) but I personally believe it to thrive in the male camaraderie that he never got to experience growing up with two females. It never used to bother me that I didn't know who my father was. I love my mother, she raised us with confidence and plenty of love. But it wasn't until recently that I began to think that my mother was being selfish for what she did. I have been experiencing a bit of an identity crisis lately, wondering where I am going to go in life, and who I am, and how I can figure all of this out without even knowing who my father is, where half of me comes from. It is really difficult to reconcile these feelings, my mom did a more than sufficient job raising me, but there is someone out there that I come from. My mom can never truly appreciate how difficult it is to not know where half of you comes from, and as of lately I have been trying to figure out a way to contact my sperm donor, but I have no idea where to begin. Or even if he would want to be contacted. What if I go through all this trouble, and he wants nothing to do with me, or my brother? All of these feelings of guilt, fear, excitement, and wondering are all wrapped up into one and it is difficult. I know I should have faith in myself, that no matter who my father is, I am a wonderful person, but part of me still wants to know where I am from, to figure out where I can go in my life.

Date submitted: February 06, 2013

Adopt, Don't Shop For Your Child!

Do you know what it's like to walk through a crowd of people wondering who could be a father or half-sibling?
Do you know what its like to search the internet for hours to try to find a man you're obsessed with yet know almost nothing about? The man who fathered you, one half of your DNA?
Do you know what it's like to lie awake at night wondering who your father could be, or why noone wants you to know who he is?
Do you know what it's like to be stared in the face by other kindergarteners asking how I was conceived in a science lab or where my father is?
I do.
There are so many children in need in the world, poor, starving, while sperm banks make billions taking advantage of couple's desperation to live the American Dream.
Take it from a child conceived by an anonymous sperm donor.
Think about the child before sacrificing your money, and child's welfare on going to a sperm bank.
ADOPT, DON'T SHOP for your next child!

Date submitted: February 01, 2013

Build-A-Baby Workshop

I found out about my "donor daddy" at age 10, in a trailer where my kid brother, my mother and I were effectively camping out with her then boyfriend. She was in the process of divorcing the abusive, alcoholic man I believed to be our father and had packed us up two weeks previously to join her love interest, a traveling lumberjack entertainer, on the road while we hid from her ex. She had gathered us around their bed and gently explained that she used "guppies" from a "donor daddy" to make us -- that we weren't her ex's children. I couldn't tell you in hindsight whether she spilled the beans at that moment to cushion the blow of losing for good the only father we'd ever known or to keep us from resenting her lover or both, but we took the news in stride and never brought it up again.

Until that point, I had been a daddy's girl in every way. I had fond memories of cooking with my supposed father every night, sitting on his lap while he read to me and relishing the treats and gift from him that we couldn't tell Mommy about. I wasn't fazed when he engaged in more self-serving, hands-on bonding time that we also couldn't tell Mommy about; I suppose I felt like I was reciprocating and was happy to make my Daddy feel good. When my mother packed us up and led us through a rat's maze of court-ordered therapy and "show me on the doll where he touched you" sessions, assuring us time and again that Daddy just had to go away, I couldn't help but resent her a bit. My Daddy was my world.

Ten years later, my mother has been divorced from her lumberjack, also an alcoholic, for six years, and my brother and I have emerged ostensibly well-rounded adults in spite of a series of "bad daddies" as my mother calls them. I've had enough time to put the pieces of my origins together to have an objective, if somewhat cynical view of my parentage. I'd learned in time that, at ages 39 and 62, my mother and her husband had opted to use a sperm donor after 10 years of infertility treatments, when it became clear that his 20-year-old vasectomy was not reversible enough to conceive. They had then selected the sperm of a 21-year-old architecture student from California with blond hair, blue eyes and a smart-ass personality off a Build-A-Baby Workshop catalog for my conception, later seeking the same donor out again when they went to conceive my brother. "For spare parts," my mother said.

My mother urged me to seek out my donor's information when I turned 18 -- she was more curious than I was and had nothing to lose. I filed the paperwork with the sperm bank shortly after my 18th birthday to request as much information as possible about Donor 1127, only to have the bank respond that my donor did not wish to volunteer any further information. I don't blame the guy -- who wants to be haunted by their questionable tactics to make a quick buck in college?

I don't speak of my parentage except in a joking sense. I've grown accustomed to life without a father and don't like to admit to the dreaded "daddy issues." I may be depressed, I may have had a phase where I bought the love of men with promiscuity, I may feel forced out of nature, I may dread having my own children and passing on my mystery genes and insert stereotype here, but I'm not consciously trying to fill a father shaped void.

I do, however, have a bone to pick with the market that creates these situations. Call me old fashioned, but I find donor conception an incredibly selfish practice on the part of the parents. It used to be that couples who couldn't conceive the biblical way adopted one of the thousands of needy children in the world in order to fulfill their desire for a child. The couple got a bundle of joy, and the adopted child got a loving home it would not otherwise have. Donor conception carries the intrinsic, unspoken premise that engineering a half-you, half-stranger baby that is "yours" is preferable to raising an existing child, that your forced offspring is more worthy of your love than another child. Instead of making a child's dream of a family come true, this system makes a family's dream of a child come true. The only one who doesn't get a say in the latter deal is the child. With adoption, you are making the best of the raw deal life dealt a child. With donor conception, you are creating that raw deal as the byproduct of a selfish desire to pass on your genes any way possible.

There is coldness surrounding my conception, when I bother to think about it. I was not the latent effect of mutual attraction and passion between two people, as most children are. I was not a mistake or an accident, happy or unhappy. I was carefully planned, my traits were picked out of a catalog, my conception was the result of an oversized turkey baster and prayer. My mother never fails to remind me how much time and money she spent to bring me into the world, as most any mother is wont to do to some degree. She doesn't know it, but I feel deeply indebted to her, as though I owe it to her to live up to her expectations and vicarious whims because my life is not mine to lead as I please -- she purchased it from the Build-A-Baby Workshop. It's the same kind of loyalty and sense of indenture that Sally the Rag Doll must have felt towards Dr. Finklestein in Nightmare Before Christmas. Don't get me wrong; I love my mother and don't begrudge her desire to be a mother. I just wish she had gone about it differently. I wish other prospective parents would go about it differently. The same rules should apply to making children as they do to failing to spay or neuter animals: to breed more when so many are in need of good homes, all for the sake of pursuing that perfect personality or appearance, is irresponsible.

Date submitted: January 15, 2013

More than enough

I just found out that I was donor-conceived last February, ironically enough after making a New Years resolution to "find myself." There's still a part of me that really wishes my Mom never told me. Ignorance is bliss, after all. I grew up in a regular family with a mom and two brothers and a dad I always thought was mine. As a kid I always used to think about how lucky I was to have a "normal" family.

Part of me also wonders if she told me for selfish reasons. The only person who knew, besides my parents was my mom's sister, who had recently passed away. My parents were in the middle of divorce, which seemed to be getting uglier and uglier as it progressed. My mom and I have always been close, and since I moved out she has really started confiding in me, sometimes more than I want to know. So part of me thinks she just couldn't keep it to herself anymore, and also that maybe she wanted to spite my dad.

If that's what she was trying to do it worked. Ever since she told me I've felt this increasing disconnection from my father, whom I apparently only loved due to obligation. I pity him for not trying to keep in touch since the divorce. He had EVERYTHING and he's not even smart enough to realize he's losing it. But his loss; now that biology is out of the picture I have no incentive to keep him in my life.

I do not resent my mother for using a sperm donor. She wanted kids more than anything in the world, and I am so so happy that she did everything in her power to make me exist. She is the best mother anyone could ask for, and I like to think that I take after her. It's impossible to know now though. I can see exactly what I get from her, but what about what I got from him? There are things about myself that I spent my whole life assuming I inherited from my dad. My insane stubbornness. My negativity. My father and I were a lot alike, personality wise.

The amazing thing about personality though, is it can change. It is relatively stable, but not unchanging, and now that I am freed entirely from any imagined influence of genetics, I can be anyone I want to be. It's strangely liberating.

I have an amazing family, even if half of it is missing. The family that I have is more than enough. I am lucky and I am loved and that's more than enough.

Date submitted: January 03, 2013


First off, I should start with the fact that my "donor" was not anonymous. My conception was not what you'd call a normal donation. My mother wanted a child, she new what she wanted, and she found a man that fit the bill. I have never met my father, and I (hopefully) never will.

I'm writing my story, because I am now choosing to do what she did, and I'm going into it knowing how it felt for me.

I think I first started asking questions when I was 5 or 6. My mother was my world, but eventually the kids at school, well they wanted to know why I was different. Being different, that is a horrible horrible thing. Or at least that's what the world seems to teach us. It's wrong by the way.

When I turned 10 or 11, we got the internet at my house. That's when I decided I REALLY wanted to know. My mom had told me a bit here and there. I don't think she had given me any important information at that time. No name, nothing like that. Christmas was upon us, and my mom found me in my room crying.

"What's wrong honey?"

Well, it was Christmas, a time for family, to be with the people who love you and care about you. I was the only family I knew who only had 2. I had no siblings, no father, just me and Mom. I felt like I was missing my family at Christmas. When I told her I wanted to find my dad and have more info, her face fell. It makes me cry now even thinking about it, like I thought she wasn't good enough. That wasn't it at all! But she didn't know that. As a matter of fact, were it not for my peers, I never would have cared, nor asked in the first place.

We found him. I even got to talk to him on the phone. This contact was followed by years of empty promises and lies from him. Every time I talked to him, in email, on the phone, it seemed like he was a different person. My senior year I told him I was graduating. I've never heard from him again.

The thing is, I don't blame him. I don't LIKE him, but I don't blame him. He had a family of his own, a life of his own, other children of his own. I was not HIS. He didn't know me, he didn't raise me, I didn't reflect his values.

I have his complexion, his eye color, I even have his hair, but he's not my father. He's not my family. Thousands of people around the world have this complexion, this hair color, these eyes. Thousands of people have bits and pieces of DNA that match mine.

I may have gotten my DNA from him, but that DNA isn't just his. It's now mine, and it will be my children's. It's also shared in parts and pieces among people all over the world whom I claim no relation to. I am NOT the sum of my genetics, I am the sum of my morals, my values, my loves and my dislikes.

WHO I am is more important than WHAT I am.

Lets face it, genetics determine WHAT we are. What color we are, what gender we are, what height we are, even sometimes what weight we are.

WHAT we are isn't what matters, WHO we are is.

I am the the daughter of a mother who loved me enough to go through the trials and tribulations of raising me alone. I am happy with who I am and I would NOT be this person if I HAD known my father. I might have been a good person then, but I am quite happy not risking it, and staying the person I am now. Now I am going to do the same thing when I have my child, and I'm going hopefully teach them the same things my mother taught me. I'm going to teach my child that I love them enough for everyone!

Date submitted: December 23, 2012

Primal luv: from a book wright

From the eyes of a donored baby:

"I'm told to be thankful for my donors because they gave me life, but this life is not merely a kidney transplant, this life is 50% of who I am genetically and biologically: my heredity, the fundamental principal of my existence: a sperm and a egg . I'm told my true parents are not the ones who gave me life, and who carried me inside them, any one can do that, my true parents are the ones who feed me and give me a home (the same logic applies to caring for a pet) if that is the case, I suppose my adoptive family are not my family, truly. Since genetics don't count in the rearing of children, I can move into a complete stranger's home and simply start calling them mom and dad, and they are my true parents, now. Right? I can erase my adoptive parents family
tree and put theirs right on it, simply because they gave me a home and some food? What a lucky dog I must be!

Perhaps this sort of patronage applies to orphaned children who were naturally given anonymous mothers and fathers for parents, but for a child like me? Where I was bought from a test tube for 30 grand, and given to complete strangers, like a baby doll purposely?

If genetics isn't a big deal, why do so many women and men buy sperm and eggs from banks so they can have a biological child? Why are there DNA tests on close friends or family member to figure out whom fathered whom? Why do people flood libraries and centers looking up their background and history? Why by the natural order of things genetic matching eggs accumulate in the ovaries of the mother and genetic matching sperm accumulate in the bodies of the fathers, why don't parents carry sperm from anonymous people, why do they carry their own DNA?

It's patronage and mind conditioning to keep up a 3 billion dollar industry. If you're a child born into the world by two people, you are told to be grateful for them, they carried you for nine months, gave you life and raised you, but when you are made by human commodification you are told to be thankful for whom you are sold to; these strangers are your parents, their paycheck gave you life, and if they never bought the embryo you wouldn't have been here. How ever they want to sweet talk it to support the fat cat's pay, however they want to force on the unimportance of knowing who you were suppose to naturally grow inside, however they want to push the sob stories of moms who cannot conceive for public pity and talk about the moms' wonderful stories about how they bought kids from other mothers and fathers so they can be parents now, its corrupted. It's so funny, how THOSE stories make headlines, while mine makes a website not many will read.

Are we forgetting that there is a third party in these arrangements? Or are 'mindless' 'stupid' babies who do form connections with their womb carriers, do undergo mother-baby separation that causes them stress and who eventually grow up and realize how they got here, do not count for people?

Changing the name from mother + father to donor, doesn't excuse that man or that woman from being 50% of the recipient's DNA, and doesn't excuse the reality that mother had children with another man and not her partner and vise versa, and she is carrying down the 'donor's' linage instead. A contract and words doesn't change biology. Not amount of mind conditioning or delusion can stop that fact for being true. We are not bulls or horses or livestock, anonymous parents don't work!

Unless the government changes the system for ALL children and ALL children are bought, sold and made unnaturally in test tubes, kept from their heritage, fathers and mothers, aunts, uncles, nieces and nephews, grandparents and siblings too, the system is not being far to children like us who don't know who we look like when facing that mirror, don't know who's genes made what, don't know our family tree, don't know our medical history and don't know who who's bodies we were once apart of in those ovaries and testies before traded off for 75 dollars.

To be raised by two persons who you were once cells of, by a woman who you bonded with when growing in her tummy, to be birthed into the world to both these creators and be made not from cash but from mutual love from all parties, and to be able to look into the mirror and have your daddy's eyes, Mommy's nose, and a compromised height. To have playmates to grow up with who look like you and share your creators, and be loved in a family where genetics and affection unit us together and seperates us from the rest of the world-- to be loved by the two who created you and not from the strangers who bought you, is natural and beautiful. But I was denied this primal family structure to support a business and a unfamilar infertile couple."

--Product of embryo selling and renting a woman's womb.

Date submitted: December 20, 2012

Pretty Normal

This website is interesting, honestly, because of its anonymity. I feel like its a bit ironic, no? We all wish our donors weren't anonymous, and yet we separate ourselves from each other (donor children, I mean) by choosing to be anonymous. Isn't anonymity the problem we have in the first place? I found it funny, except that I'd love to talk to some of the people on here. (Particularly the 50 year old woman who just found out "last week" in her first story, and then updated that she found more information.) Does anyone else here feel that they tend to consider their friends "family" to a higher degree than others? Do you feel let down at times when those friends (of "traditional" conceptions) don't feel as strong a bond with you? I feel as though all of US are like a family. Some of you could be MY siblings, and I wouldn't even know. I'm considering joining a support group. I know the doctors name, and the lab from which he ordered a specimen for my mother. That's it. I don't have a donor ID number, because I guess mom was too self-involved with what she wanted to make HER happy (a baby) to care about the details I might want in the future. Unlike a few of the stories I read here, however, my mother WAS married. Her husband, my father of 12 years until I was told about the donation situation, couldn't "make" children. So, here I am. Unfortunately for me, however, my dad was an abusive alcoholic. Once he was out of the picture, I was given some room to feel the same things you guys are feeling: "WHO AM I LOOKING AT IN THE MIRROR?!" Not to mention, could I be at risk for certain illnesses? Seriously, that type of thing irritates me. I mean, how do I know if I should be getting a mammogram earlier in my life because my grandmother on my father's side had breast cancer? I also really don't get how HIS rights are any better than MINE. I am a human, and I feel I deserve the right to know. I'm not after money, and I'm too old to want a "daddy." I just want to see if we look alike. What does he do? What are his hobbies? Do we both REALLY LIKE art? I am the only one in my family who is left-handed. Is he? *Ugh* the questions never end. They never get answered. In the back of my mind I know that there's a clock ticking down the time he has left in HIS life, and I'd really like to get a cup of coffee with the man before he bites it. The information is most likely in the basement of IDANT laboratories in New York...and I have no idea what to do about it. I'm going to take a DNA test. Hopefully that will point me in a positive direction.

Date submitted: December 01, 2012

Update to

If you have read my story, you know that I am a 50 year old woman who only found out I was donor conceived in July. Being an amateur genealogist for 20 years, I couldn't let this rest, and after finding out all about the Dr. who did the procedure on my Mother, I found his family tree on Ancestry.com. With LOTS of photos....especially of his mother's side of the family. When I saw his mother and grandmother, I gasped. They were who I saw when I looked in the mirror. I couldn't believe it, and it took a lot of convincing from family members that I was really seeing what I was seeing. I had taken my Ancestry DNA test and many, MANY of the results connect to this family. It seems my biological father was also my mother's Doctor. He also appears to be my brother's father as well. This man passed about 15 years ago, but he has a son and one or two other much older "kids". I have written a letter to this oldest son and have plans to mail it. But not until after the Holidays. I can't tell you how relieved I am just to know. That's all I really wanted.

Date submitted: November 17, 2012

So lost

I've always known that I was donor conceived, my mother had no problem being honest with me she said.
I remember sitting on a swing set when I was 6, when the first question came about. My friend looked over at me and simply asked," why don't you have a dad?"
"He's dead" I said matter of factly. I had just watched the movie bogus and the little boy said that, so I stole it. It worked no more questions asked.
My mother is a strong woman, she suffered a terrible loss when my older brother died at 11 months, due to an unknown genetic disorder both she and her boyfriend had. She was a nurturing soul, loving children through and through, so much that she opened her own daycare. She had worked 4 jobs for years in order to get the money for me together, my family disagreed but supported her none the less. She tells me it was between 4 donors, and the donor she chose was only because he had a full family history.
For years I was okay with it, no one asked anything of it, I guess because living in a small town; everyone knew. Once I got into middle school was when the teasing kicked in, I brushed it off but it slowly sank in. I had no father nor would I ever. I had to pay people to not make fun of me when one of my teachers told the class about me. But still I never brought it up to my mother, I loved her I didn't want her to think she wasn't enough.
My friend's father slowly started molesting me, but I just liked the male attention, so I let it continue without saying anything. But when that started so did the masochistic tendencies. To this day my mom doesn't know about it, and I'm okay with that.
As I got into highschool I realized I strived for any male attention, yet was disgusted by any sexual advances from my peers or friends of the male variety.
When I was 14 my uncle, the one father figure I had, was sent to jail, later to be evicted out of our state and ended up moving across the country. Leaving me without him or my aunt, who at times felt like more of a mother than my own. I saw my half sister for the first time, she looked just like me, with our mothers talking confirming that yes, we were infact related on the paternal side and no they felt it unnecessary for us to get to know each other. I felt like I was drowning, I started hanging out with a guy that abused me, but once again I was okay with it. It went on for a year before he left town. I started doing drugs, a lot. I clung on to my guy friends, my teachers and my friends dads. I just needed their approval I guess. All the while my mother adopted 5 more children, she had no idea what was going on. One of my friend's fathers, whom I still call dad, basically adopted me, and with that, had no problem slamming me into walls while in a drunken rage, because that's what he did with his own children. I took it his way of telling me he loved me. No matter how many times he hurt me, he was my dad and I loved him.
I began a relationship with a girl that ended up with me doing a stint in a mental hospital; in therapy they brought up the father issue in which my mother shot down. I had no choice but to stay quiet, as much as I wanted to scream I just sat there staring at the floor. A few more times my father was brought up and finally my mother had enough and I didn't have to go anymore.
When I was 17 fresh out of the hospital, I started dating my best friend (who I had known for years yet never met, thanks MySpace) he was 5 years my senior. That went down the drain, so again I had lost a man that I loved. I moved away, and moved back to nothing, I slept my way around my town for places to stay and alcohol, surely becoming the epitome of daddy issue jokes.
At 19 I joined the army, it was that or prostitution.
At 20 I got married to a guy that I barely knew and who had cheated on me a month before we got married, but I loved him. He began to pry the daddy issues out of me and slowly helped me deal with them, until once again I was off empty handed. I finally decided to simply ask my mom about my dad, which in turn caused her to berate me for bringing him up. Yet I still pushed and pushed, she said she had a sketch of him in a safety deposit box in San Francisco, I knew it was a lie. So I asked her if we could go get it, again she came up with a reason why she couldn't get it. And then the guilt came over me so I dropped it.
I try so hard not to hate her for this, because I know she didn't know it would end this way, but part of me can't help but think I would be so different if I didnt have to live with this. I hate being around happy families, I long to have it all for myself, I would much rather be around a family that is self destructing before my very eyes than a happy one. I feel as though I can never have that.

Date submitted: October 16, 2012

I feel so....alone...

Born to a single mother, i am the youngest daughter of three children. I have two older brothers who were both conceived differently than I. None of us know our real fathers. My mother has never had a man in her life, ever. My grandparents i never had a connection with before my grandfather died and my grandmother got put in a nursing home. I do not have connections with ANY other family members/relatives due to incidents in the past. So its just me, my mom, and my brothers. and let me say, I feel completely alone, oh, did i mention i don't have good relationships with what little 'family' I have? I'm 14, going on 15. My entire life I was raised knowing i was donor convinced, and up until about 3 years ago, i was always okay with it, but then again, up until 3 years ago, i was nothing but a naive child. I have always told people the short and sweet answer of "i do not have a dad." and would never go into detail, or i would say he died when i was young and then i would change the subject. I do this because im afraid of being judged, and i know that no one will understand. Growing up without a father has affected me in more ways than i can count. not to mention my friends have labeled me with "daddy issues", do to my promiscuous behavior and emotional dependency on older guys. I wonder all the time who he is, and my mother never likes to talk about it with me, though i cry any time i try to talk about it. i would give anything to have a father. maybe then i wouldn't be so clingy, emotionally dependent, and lets face it, screwed up. I resent my mom horribly, i know its wrong, but its true. There will always be a part of me that will be forever angry with her for the decision she made. When i try to talk to her about it, she doesn't understand. she says i don't need a dad, which is easy for her to say because she had a dad growing up and doesn't know what it feels like. I have no one to talk to about this. I'm just sick of this empty feeling inside my chest...and theres nothing to do about it...

Date submitted: October 11, 2012


I have never cared to know my surrogate "mother." There is no relation between us past an intersection in time for nine months a quarter century ago and a particular material resemblance on the cellular level. All that matters is our Loving Father, his Son, and the Love that is God poured out between the First and Second.

The workings of Divine Grace in nature reveal a benevolent Hand willing to take what is foul, fallen, and disordered, and despite their damnable imperfection, lift them out of the mire for His sake. Thus from Saul Paul, and all who have been redeemed in the Logos incarnate. We "products" might find His Grace in our lives, if we let Him guide us to it. By the light of reason I, a "product," feel my abomination to the depths of my being. But let us not shy away from this holy grief, my brothers and sisters! Sink into it and feel it! Let us not be seduced and drugged by the words of the world, which will comfort us to the detriment of the Life of our souls! "You were Made," says the world to us, "rejoice in Yourself and Science!" Thus too reads the banner atop the ancient tower, the collar round the golden calf.

We are Ishmael. Would that our parents took to heart the story of Abraham and Sarah! Yet for us there is still hope.

Indeed, all are wasted in depravity. All is Monstrosity to the eyes of Righteousness, unless the Monstrosity is redeemed. And here we are! Though our mode of depravity be different with respect to agent and intention, we are like Saul. Let us recognize our monstrosity. This we lay at the feet of the One on the Tree, who came so that we might be freed at last of this grief. All you who bemoan and lament your conception (remember too the words of the Psalmist), how true and founded are your agonies! Yet despair no more, for One came to take our depravity away, to give us entrance into the Halls of Paradise.

Rejoice, my brothers and sisters, for we have been freed in Him who takes away the sin of the world. Cling with me to Him, for He will show us our Only True Father.

To you who would consider "in vitro," remember Abraham and Sarah. Have faith, and to you all shall be given. If you are to bear fruit, you will bear fruit from Faith. If you are to remain without, let your branches bear fruits of some other kind. To none is given a cross that cannot be shouldered. We have you in our prayers.
We have a message of hope amid the darkness.

Date submitted: September 13, 2012

A letter to Dad on Father's Day

Father's Day 2012
Dear Dad,

I often wonder who you are. What is your name? Are you even still alive? The immutable power of these eternally unanswerable questions gradually consumes my soul. I will never know if I have ever unknowingly passed you in the street, or exchanged a sideways glance with your uncannily familiar brown eyes. In my mind's stagnant whirlpool you are my flawless ideal of a father, yet in the clarity of reality you are no more than a perfect stranger. Simply the pleasure of knowing you exist somewhere in this universe does not bandage the wound of your absence.

I often wonder who I am. My family tree is severed in two- I am denied your half, its branches rich and strong with stories I will never be told. I wander aimlessly, never truly knowing the roots of my heritage, my nationality ambiguous and fluid. 'Caucasian', the sheet stated. This is a broad term that does not define anything.

My half sister is beautiful, inquisitive and innocent. How many half siblings am I linked to through you, biologically as strongly related to me as my sis? That I may have unknowingly met a sibling, or never met one at all, is a plague on my existence. Ever satisfying my curiosity, with the potential existence of these mysterious beings, is beyond my feeble human capabilities.

Dad, what happened all those years ago, on the tumultuous day that decided my existence? What motivated you to make the decision- was it altruistic, or was it simply an efficient and immediate way to fill your wallet? What did you spend your return on- an apologetic necklace for your ex-girlfriend, textbooks for university, or simply a granola bar at the corner store? Was it worth it?

They say you can't miss something that you've never had. But somehow, I miss your fatherly figure, your broad shoulders and strong hands. I miss your warm smile and your deep brown eyes. I miss the way you tousle my hair as you pass me in the hall, the omnipotent power of our father-daughter communicated in your touch. I miss handing you your coffee, black with one sugar. It is my guilty pleasure, indulging in my illusion of perfect functionality.

I no longer count the meaningless Father's Days I have endured, trying to avoid the inevitable questions. There was never anyone to pretend to be my father, so the situation was blindingly obvious. 'Where is your father?' their judgmental eyes say, accusing. I have grown weary of denial and lies.

Having built your life without me, have you dismissed the donation as just something in your past that you did to make ends meet? Does your wife know? Do your children? I would love to think that I am a missing piece of you as much as you are a missing piece of me, but I am under no illusions. As sketchy as my knowledge is, with all I know of your existence bullet pointed on a sheet of paper, you know even less of me. So much that you could easily forget. I understand how the past can be brushed under the rug.

Nevertheless- do you ever think of me? Do I cross your mind in a flitting thought, spinning and weaving the magic of what could have been? Do you wonder when my birthday is? What achievements I've made? What gown I wore to my formal? Whether I like watermelon pink or cerulean blue, Liberal or Labour, Mac or Windows? Would you be proud of who I have become? Dad, I have needed you, more than you ever know. My need for you is an insatiable hunger that will only escalate as I journey through the milestones of life. Who will walk me down the aisle? Who will be the grandfather to caress my first-born child? The uncertainty is deadly.

I just want you to know, that whoever you are, wherever you are, and whatever you are doing, you are my father. The privilege of knowing who you are, of knowing who my family is, would place the missing piece that completes my existence. For now, though, and perhaps forever, I just wish.

Date submitted: September 02, 2012

I found out a little too late

I may be a little bit unusual as far as the children of sperm donors go. I am a 50 year old woman, and I found out exactly one week ago today. It came from out of the blue, because I have done genealogy for the last 20 years, and very recently decided to take a DNA test. I think in a way that I am still a little bit numb, but when the feelings come, they are strong and painful. It's always on my mind. Always. The worst part that I see so far, is that no one in my circle of family and friends even has the slightest clue as to what I am feeling. I should put an exception on that though, because, despite my parents wishes, I told my grown daughter. She was nearly as crushed as I was. We identified so strongly with my Dad's Scottish heritage. It was part of who we were. I have not told my son yet, as he is away from home in the military, and I know this will crush him. I want to tell him in person.
Until then, I will wait for my DNA results to come back and hope that I can find a few clues as to who this man was. My mom only had very vague memories of what the Dr. told her when he did the procedure. I was able to find out the name of the Dr. and find some of his background information online, but he died about 15 years ago. I know my parents only wanted children, and that maybe, at best, the donor only wanted to help someone. The unfortunate part is that now, all the pain and misery is heaped on me. Knowing what I know now, I strongly believe that Sperm Donation HAS to be an open procedure. That the child should have full access to the donor's information. It's the only moral thing to do.


Date submitted: July 31, 2012

My Forgotten Half

I was born in late 1985 to a single mother, a nurse who had never married but had wanted a child for as long as she could remember. She saved up money and went to a fertility Doctor, somewhere in the Bay Area. Twenty five years later my mother suddenly died from a stroke in her sleep.

As a child I always knew how I was conceived, or at least knew the basics. My mom never hid that from me. I was raised Catholic (though not too much so) and wasn't baptized until I was 5. I guess my mom was afraid I would be rejected by the Church but the Catholics in the Bay Area tended to be a bit more progressive. For me not having a father was a normal part of life, I knew nothing else. It was just me and Mom, no siblings, at least that I knew. When I was 12 my mom decided (for reasons I'll never quite understand) to pack us up and move to southern Oregon. Seventh and 8th grade there were nothing like previous grades in California. Where in California I had been open about my origins and never thought there was anything wrong with where I came from, the two years in Catholic school in Oregon were hell. Instead of having a name I was simply "test tube" and never could get a moment's break from it.

When my two years there were finally up I made a choice, from then on I was simply going to tell everyone that my father died when I was a baby and I never knew him. I told my mom about this and she understood but was saddened by it. It wasn't easy to hide where I came from, but over all it made high school easier...well less horrible than it would have been other wise.

One day when I was 17 I was talking with my mom about what it would have been like if I had grown up with siblings. With that conversation came something I had been kept from for over 10 years. It turned out my mom had managed to get pregnant again after I was born, when I was 5. She was going to have twins, but before they were fully developed the girl died. Shortly after my mom gave birth to the boy who didn't last long. It was strange to know that for a brief moment I had a little brother. It was sad, but probably for the best. Growing up with only one parent that was mentally ill hadn't been the best the easiest and chances are I would have ended up a parent to any siblings.

Once I was out of high school and able to separate my self more from small minded idiots (there's a lot of them in southern Oregon) I was able, once again, to be honest about where I came from. The few high school friends I had left were amazed but supportive. Many new people I met were fascinated. As time went on, though, I thought more and more about it. Not so much about my father, but the half siblings I had out there that, chances were, I would never meet.

Last year, over spring break, my life took a huge turn. I was on spring break from college. My mom had been ill for some time and her doctor had no idea what was wrong. She had dizziness, confusion, and times of total incoherence. I had taken over doing most of the things she used to do her self, or at least anything that involved dealing with other people or driving. I had been doing this for over 6 months at this point and was ok with it. She had raised me alone and I felt this was my chance to repay some of that. Over spring break she had been particularly bad. I was due to go back to my college to help a class mate film something. That day, though, she had been feeling especially bad so I decided to stay. She had been napping all day on the couch and that night, when I came out of the shower, I found her not breathing. Despite my CPR attempts and that of the paramedics, she was gone, taken out by what was most likely a stroke.

Now, a year later, I find my self wanting to find either my father and/or siblings. It would be nice to not feel alone. I have family, and they've been great, but they're all 500 miles away. The sad truth, though, is I'll probably never locate any siblings. Doesn't mean I won't try, though.

Date submitted: April 30, 2012


First they said we would be ok because at least we'd know who are mothers are.

Then they said we'd be ok so long as our parents tell us we were donor conceived.

Now they say we'll be ok so long as our parents tell us we are donor conceived and we can access the identities of our biological donor parents.

When are they going to work it out that we'll only be ok if they admit that donor conception is not ok?

We'll be ok when society recognises the hypocrisy of recognising the importance of biological familial relationships and then saying they aren't important if you're donor conceived.

We'll be ok when we are permitted to grieve that loss. To say it out loud. And have open ears receive the words without retribution.


Date submitted: April 27, 2012


Everyday I wonder who you are. If I will ever get to know who you are. Even a picture . If you hate mayonnaise as much as I do.
I wonder if you ever think of me, or any of us. Everyday hundreds of questions circle through my mind, and none of them are ever answered. I want to know who you are, and I think I have a right to at least know that.

Date submitted: April 24, 2012

Meeting my donor-conceived half-brother

A few years ago I was put in touch with my half-brother, conceived using the same donor that I was, through the UK voluntary contact register for people conceived before 1991 (UK Donorlink).

Initially it was so exciting. Close in age, we e-mailed each other most days, keen to catch up on all the years we'd missed together, soon graduating to long phone calls and one meeting in person. I felt we were essentially alike, that we had a bond and he would always be in my life. It even prompted me to tell my (social) dad that I knew I was donor-conceived, even though I'd promised my mother I would never tell him, because I believed I would not be able to hide the relationship from him forever.

But soon cracks began to appear. He would ring late at night and want to talk for 3 or 4 hours. His deep distrust of people started to show. He was jealous of me spending time with other donor-conceived people, convinced I would like them more than him and ultimately reject him. No amount of reassuring him that I would try to accept him unconditionally helped. He confessed to violent fantasies about hurting his social dad. These calls were draining and depressing. On my counsellor's advice I limited them to 30 minutes at a time. He didn't like that and became quite abusive, accusing me of being emotionally repressed, for example. Gradually I stopped answering the phone.

In the last e-mail he sent me he said, and I quote, "People make me sick. They are dull and aggressive, even toward each other." I realised it is impossible to have a relationship with somebody who is starting from the position that you are probably a psychopath.

It may come as a surprise that I do not regret making contact with him and I still regard him as my kin. But whilst I'm still looking for other half-siblings I would be more guarded now if I was put in contact with one. Me and my half-brother ARE alike, but what manifests in me as social anxiety manifests in him as something darker and I would have to wonder if anybody new I met was the same. I've learned the hard way that kinship does not necessarily equal friendship.

Date submitted: April 04, 2012

A response to "donor"

Dear "donor",
I am so sorry for the position you now find yourself in. But you are all of your offspring's father no matter how they were conceived. There really is no such thing as a "donor" from your children's perspective. Your wife, parents, brothers, sisters, neices, nephews and especially your children (all of them, no matter how they were conceived) all deserve to know about each other. I'm glad you now see the error of your ways but denial will not redeem you and in fact might make things much worse in the future. It would be better to be honest with your family now before one of your children, who you did not agree to raise, find you through dna testing. It's too late.

Date submitted: March 26, 2012

Uncertainty is Killing Me

Who are you?
Will I pass you in the street?
Will you hold the door for me and smile as I walk into a gas station during my travels?
Will you look at me and wonder if I belong to you?
You have the pleasure of knowing I could be here.
For nineteen years, I was denied of knowing you even existed.

What was MY grandmother, YOUR mother like?
What about MY grandfather, YOUR father?
Why do you get to selfishly keep them all to yourself?

Who are you to deny me half of my family tree--
Branches rich and strong with stories I may never be told?
Who are you to give away my heritage, knowing it will be replaced with something false?

Do I have brothers and sisters with my dark hair, my deep brown eyes?
Will I be attracted to a familiar stranger in my classes?
Will I fall in love with him and kiss him passionately in an act of accidental incest?

Have you told your wife?
Have you told your partner?
What about your children?
Have you told your brothers and sisters about their mysterious niece?

Are you dead?
Will you ever read this?
Have you dismissed it as something in your past that you did to make ends meet?

Did they pay you to give me away?
What did you spend the money on?
Did you buy a sparkly necklace for your ex-girlfriend?
Did you buy books?
(The bank you went to would have paid you half of my College Algebra book for the donation that included me).
Did you buy a candy bar at a gas station?
Was I worth it?

Do you miss me?
Do you ever think of me?
Do I even cross your mind?
Does the uncertainty drive you crazy?
Was it worth it?

Do you wonder when my birthday is?
What color gown I wore to my graduation?
Would you be proud to know I was the Valedictorian of my senior class?
Would you support that I am Christian?
Would you even want me in your life?
I want you in mine.
I will accept anything about you, if I could just get the privilege of knowing who you are, of knowing who my family is.

Date submitted: February 06, 2012

A Letter To My Father.

Who are you?

I ask myself this question every time I catch a glance of my reflection in the morning, and not just because my hair is an absolute state.
I fear,fear for what the future holds and wonder if I will recieve any slight information about you.
I grieve for you and for the part of myself that I will never truly know. I feel as though half of me is missing alongside my family, because thats what you are. Family.

I feel as though I have been cheated out of knowing you, comunicating with you, as I never got a say in the first place. I still dont now.

You are Anonymous.
And there is nothing I can do to change that.

Who are you?

Do you honestly care about the poor couples out there unable to concieve?
Or did you just need the money? Do you want to know who I am? Do you think about me atall? Are you Gay?

All these questions are left unanswered. I just want answers, such a simple ask, but one that will never be fufilled.
Im transgender. ftm, thats female to male.
I have not told my mum or my dad for that matter, because I know for a fact they would be ashamed of me.

Would you?

I talked to a psychiatrist, told her my worries. Apparently not knowing who your biological parent is can mess with peoples brains. My parents will blame themselves.

Who are you?

You must have brown hair, blue eyes and be around '5''8. Just like my dad, thats how it works right?
Thats all I know.
How many other half siblings do I have?
I know my other sisters, twins (but due to two embryos being placed in my mums womb)but what about half. There has to be some, is somebody at my school related to me? I will never know.

Do you pass me in the street? Do you do a double take between the strong resemblence I have to your sister? Or do you not even notice.

Are you smart? do you play any instruments? do you dance or act?
Do you get worried, never for yout self but for the thousands of others around you? Do you have a total disregard for your own saftey?

I do.
Nobody in my family does.

Do I get these traits for you?
I hope so.

My sisters dont seem to care atall. They never talk about it and act as though everything is fine. Its not.
I notice things more. Always have I suppose. Apparently nothing gets past me, dont know whether thats a blessing or a curse.

I began to think about you when I was 11. My bestfriends mum died of cancer, she had been battling for 2 years and lost the fight just after my friend began secondary school. I was left wondering if you had died, if you were dieing and if I would ever get the chance to see you.

When I was 14 my Grandad died. He was my Dads Dad and my world came tumbling down, I loved him to pieces and really I should of seen it coming. He smoked like a chimney, let me have a sneaky smoke of his cigarette when I was 7 in the back garden. It then came as no suprise when his prostate cancer spread to his lungs and turned fatal.

I was young and took everything for granted, I knew deep down he was going to die, but it still came as a massive shock.

I was guilt ridden. When I found out I was donor concieved I began to see Grandad in a different light, I used to pick up on tiny things that now i realise ment nothing and turn them into something else. When he passed I realised how stupid I had been and was angry with myself. For not treasuring those last weeks I had with him.

I began to self harm. It was the only thing I could control. I felt like it was a release, from the messed up life I led, to a new exciting experience that I was controlling.

Just before my 15 birthday my other bestfriends dad died. He went away on a holiday to Rome with his bestmate Greg and never came back. Heartattack at 41.

I was lucky to have a Dad and a Mum, forget biological or not. I still had two parents. She reminded me of that and how lucky I was.

Who are you?

I need to know. After all these years.
I wish I knew who you are.

When I was little I used to pretend you were someone off of the TV. A celebrity or even a rock star. I would make a stories and play them over and over in my head, sometimes writing them down and I would always dream aboubt them.

I say little but this 'stage' lasted well into my teens.

If only I could speak to you, write a letter. Thats why I have wrote this, hoping that by some miracle you may come across it.
You wouldnt know though, that its you I'm talking about, you would pass it off on some other guy. Perhaps I'm making you curious, or maybe you know for sure that this letter is not for you.
Or do you?

I know for a fact that if I ever get the chance to meet you, what my first question will be.

Who are you?

Date submitted: November 26, 2011

The Cup

A dialogue between a sperm donor and his child who don't know who each other is.

I saw her pain
On the paper and TV screen
Anguished tears
Of failed familial construction
A child lost
In the depths of minds conception

She felt a need
The need to hold me in her arms
She felt the yearning
Of every woman so it seems
Who wants to be
Maternally in their dreams

Here's my cup
See it is half full
I gave you away
Deception will rule

Here's my cup
See it is half empty
You sold me away
Completely abandoned me

Here's the cup
We swim in the sea
Of men and boys
No roots for the tree

Screwed on the lid
Of the lives I'll never know
Golden handshake
Of the human industry
How was I to know
Of the pain you won't be free

Now I'm alive
Required grateful for existence
Wanted so deeply
Eternally burdened and indebted
Identity crushed
How it must be, is how they said it.

Here's my cup
Now it is half empty
I threw you away
Will you forgive me

Here's my cup
It is still half empty
Of kinship lost
Could you not see

Here's the cup
We swim in the sea
Of men and boys
Traumatised we'll be

My child once lost
Will never be regained
Our blood once severed
Created scars too deep
For this I am sorry
Your forgiveness, you can keep

Dehumanised I am
A commodity of modern marvel
An object of desire
For adult tear jerked masses
They took you away
My father in the street passes

Date submitted: October 31, 2011

I have never met my donor 'father' and I have no desire to do so.

I was conceived through sperm donation, and my mother was adopted, so the nature and meaning of genetic relationships is something that has long been thought about and felt deeply in my family.
I have never met my donor "father", and I have no desire to do so. I do not see this lack of contact with my biological father as something missing in my life, and I have no hurt at the fact of my creation.
What does cause me hurt, however, is the idea, constantly repeated by small numbers of donor-conceived children, and in popular media representations of the issue, that there must be something wrong with your life if you do not know your biological father.
Over and over again we hear the phrase that there is "something missing" in the lives of donor-conceived children, some meaning in their life that has been taken from them.
But we all know what it is to question our place in the world. Most people eventually develop a sense of place and personhood, or at least learn to live with feelings of uncertainty.
Yet for people who are adopted or born through donor egg or sperm, society continually reinforces that feeling. We are told repeatedly that yes, there is something missing.
This is a pervasive and cruel cultural myth, this idea that you cannot know who you are unless you know your biological parent.
My whole life I have been subjected to the shocked responses of people who ´┐Ż on learning that I don't know my donor ´┐Ż could not understand how I could be comfortable with this and believed I must be harbouring hurt about it.
They found it difficult to imagine life without their own father and they did not differentiate between their biological connection and their emotional, familial connection born of shared experiences and values.
But if I ever meet my biological father, I will not find a ''father'' in him. He had no input into the adult I am today besides his kind gift of the genetic building blocks I needed for my life to begin.
The reality is you - the things that make you really you - are not your genes. There is no gene for your love of camping, or the comfort you get from the smell of your mother's perfume.
Knowing your biological parent will never explain why you love the one you do, why you hate early mornings or feel uplifted by classical music. Genes interact with your environment to create you, but they do not give meaning to your life.
Even people who have a very similar genetic make-up can be very different, and science is still far from tracing genetic roots for most illnesses, including those more linked to our personalities such as some mental illnesses.
And the circumstances of our upbringing further pollute our genetic stories. Which genes are expressed in us turns out to be a complex, messy mix of environment, culture, and perhaps even chance.
The idea that on learning about a donor you would somehow be given some important insight into your "self" is, frankly, ridiculous to me.
Of course, this is a trick we play on ourselves every day when we light-heartedly explain our personality traits or those of our siblings as being "inherited" from others in our family. Normally it is completely harmless but in the case of donor-conceived people and adoptees it creates a completely unnecessary and often damaging idea about what being donor-conceived means for their life.
When my mother first met some members of her biological family who lived in the country she came home and said to me "now I know why I love the bush". Her strong belief in biology meant she couldn't help overlooking both her history with her adopted family that could have led her to love the bush, and differences with her biological family which did not fit this narrative (such as that she could never bear to kill an animal or really do anything other than coddle it, but her biological relatives who were farmers, by nature of their jobs had a different attitude).
I note with sadness a submission received by your committee from a young woman who had grown up in a Maltese family, but it was not until she discovered her donor was Maltese that she allowed herself to feel a connection to that country.
What a tragic and fruitless search is being pushed onto donor-conceived children by the idea that the only place they can find such personal and cultural meaning is through a biological connection rather than cultural and personal connections.
As a society I believe we should be working towards developing a more mature and meaningful debate about what role biology plays in who we are. Rather than pandering to quasi-religious, biologically determinist beliefs we should be actively challenging such ideas.
As the biologist Stephen J Gould said, each individual has the potential to be and act in many different ways. We have "a brain capable of the full range of human behaviors and predisposed towards none". This conception of humanity is clearly more nuanced and realistic than a simplistic biologically determinist model where we all have specific genes for our specific behavioural traits.
The idea of genetic determinism traces back to thinkers of the 19th and early 20th century and has long been replaced with far more nuanced ideas in the scientific and philosophical literature. It's high time the rest of us caught up.
Arguing that not allowing donor-conceived children access to their donor violates the United Nations Conventions on the Rights of the Child is based on faulty assumptions about the role of these biological fathers in their lives.
Three of the Articles of the Convention mentioned in the draft report are:
Article 3 (Best interests of the child): The best interests of children must be the primary concern in making decisions that may affect them.
Article 7 (Registration, name, nationality, care): All children have the right to a legally registered name, officially recognised by the government. Children have the right to a nationality (to belong to a country). Children also have the right to know and, as far as possible, to be cared for by their parents.
Article 8 (Preservation of identity): Children have the right to an identity ´┐Ż an official record of who they are. Governments should respect children's right to a name, a nationality and family ties
These Articles should not be used to justify such a change. Propagating these cultural myths is not in the best interests of the affected children. These children ALL have existing rights to names, nationalities, parents, histories and identities. They have families who love them, raised them, and in doing so shaped who they are today.
To think that the very real rights of men who donated anonymously and do not want to be contacted by children could be violated on the basis of cultural mythology that I believe we should be fighting, rather than endorsing, saddens me greatly.
However, I should note that not all donor-conceived children feel the same way I do, and I do not intend to undermine the absolutely real and very strong emotions they feel about not knowing their donor fathers. We as a society have created this mess and we should fix it up. I would support an option of paying for genetic counselling for such children, as well as a mechanism for them to make contact with anonymous donors IF the donors also wanted that contact, as this does not place the desires of one of the two people above the other.
In conclusion, I do believe that many donor-conceived people suffer a real and tragic hurt from the knowledge that they do not know their biological father. I think the government should undertake to attempt to contact donors if approached by donor-conceived people, as it will likely cause little individual harm if both donor and child want to meet.
But the hurt felt by donor-conceived children is largely based on misinformation and misunderstanding, and to further compound it by changing the laws and allowing men who identified anonymously to have their identities revealed is the wrong approach. Not least because, if those men have already stated that they do not want to meet, revealing their identities will likely not provide the children the connection they desperately want. These children should be supported with counselling services.
I also hope in writing its final report the Committee will acknowledge that the "genetically determinist" ideas about sperm donation are harmful in and of themselves, and will challenge these ideas rather than accepting them.

(Submitted to the Law Reform Committee, October 2011, Australia)

Date submitted: October 31, 2011

For 19 years now....

Let's see.... When I was 6 my parents got divorced. It was rough, but my dad was going through a mid-life crisis I guess. He was in his mid-40's and decided to recapture his youth with a young woman. He dated lots, my mom struggled to raise me by herself. I always found myself desperately wanting his approval and love. When I was 11, my mom sat me down and had "the talk" with me, when she told me that my dad wasn't really my dad, that I had been conceived in a clinic.
I don't know if it was the fact that I always wanted him to be a dad to me, or that I was only 11 years old, which is a super-big transitional time in a young girl's life,but the news was devastating. I felt like a freak of nature, a science project gone awry. I began to doubt every single thing about myself, every emotion, every thought, and chalked them all up to an error in the freezing /cryogenic process.
Many years have passed since. I am now a 31 year old woman, with 3 kids of my own. And I see pictures of myself and wonder, what does my biological dad look like? People say I look like my mom, and my dad (always trips me out, since he is not my bio father), but what kind of genetic/hereditary traits do I get from him? Who is he? In 1978 modern day medicine was not at all what it is today. What did they screen for? Am I prone to cancer? Am I prone to heart disease? Hypertension? When I take my kids or myself to the doctor and they ask my family history, I always have a hard time saying, I don't know who my biological father is. All that I know is that he was supposedly a medical student at UC Berkley. Is that even true? Is that why I love medicine, anatomy, physiology, etc... Is that why I'm freakishly intelligent?
I want to see a picture of him. I want to know if I have his laugh. I want to know those kinds of things. I don't want to be his best friend. I'm not looking for a new daddy. I just want to know where I come from. I think that is fair. Adopted children get to find out someday. Why don't donor conceived children ever get to find out? It makes me sad to know that I will never know. For 19 years I have tried to come to terms with the fact that I will never know, but still, there is a hole that can never be filled.

Date submitted: August 11, 2011

Growing Up Without a Father

When I was young I would create elaborate stories of who my father was. My friends would ask me about him and I would say he died before I was born. There was a series of pictures in our hallway that had a sailboat tipping over and half a dozen men falling overboard. I chose the man with a full beard in a long yellow rain jacket. I said that was my father and the picture was of how he died.

When I was in kindergarten we had to create a poster of who we were. We were supposed to talk about our favorite color, sport, food, and our family. After I presented my project a kid asked me why I didn't have a picture of my father on my poster. The teacher quickly changed the subject and I went back to my desk thinking for the first time ever, why don't i have a father? That kid was the first of many questions to come. To this day people still ask about my dad. I tell them and say that I don't have one. Most people get a confused look on their face and move on, but some go on to ask what had happened. I just say that he died, to save myself the breath and to satisfy their intrusive curiosity.

Until that day in kindergarten I never found it odd that I had no father. My mother and I had a happy life together. She was 45 when she had me. She had been married twice, but unfortunately both of them passed away. She was getting old and she wanted a baby. I don't blame her for finding a donor, but I wish she would have thought about what I would one day feel like. I hate not knowing who half of me is. I look and act nothing like my mother and I often wonder if I am anything like my father. I daydream about meeting him. Would he have my sense of humor? Would he like my music? Do I have a half sibling? Even though it makes me sad to think about those things, I can't help it.

I do want to find my father one day. I like to think that it isn't impossible. I'd like to know where half of me came from. It's very hard to think that I have never been nor will ever be in the father's day section in the card isle. It's even harder to think that I will never have a father to walk me down the isle when I get married.

Date submitted: August 08, 2011

I love my Daddy

Being Donor-conceived can be really tough if you never knew about it or never suspected not being your dads "biological" daughter. Never did I have one doubt in my mind that my dad was not technically my genetic dad. It wasn't until a few weeks ago at the age of 22 and a senior in college that my mother flat out told me when I least expected it. I did not cry then as I was in shock and did not know what to say. My mother thought I would be relieved to know that I wasn't biologically related to my dad due to him already aging and showing signs of mental illness that I have also seen run on his side of the family. My mother and I are a lot closer than I am with my dad, but a lot of it has to do with the problems related to his aging. But he wasn't always this way, he used to be normal & healthy when he was younger and he was and IS a great dad. My mother told me for all the wrong reasons and she felt it would give me a confidence-booster in college since I am a Pre-dental student. She thought if she told me that my biological father was a med-student at Yale (where the procedure took place), therefore implying that I get my intelligence & interests in science & health field from my sperm donor and not my dad, that I was fully capable of excelling in college. Her telling me totally did not work in the way she intended. Instead I felt like I had been living a lie. All these years I was so sure of who I was, and the family that I had. I always felt so sure of being a kid with "normal" family. I even saw resemblances with my dad, like being tall, a big nose, and flat feet. I thought I had my grandmother's hands and my aunt's legs. Now I know it's all a lie. What's even more ironic is that all these years I have never directly called my dad "dad" but instead called him by his name. I wonder how much this has hurt him reminding him I'm not biologically his when I didn't even know so. For a few days I saw my face in the mirror with curiosity wondering what my donor looks like. Wondering if indeed some of my interests come from him. It's only curiosity to know more about myself, nothing more. I wonder what my other heritage is. I always thought of myself as fully Hispanic, but with my very fair skin complexion I wonder if he was possibly a brunette Caucasian. Many questions that I wonder that I never wondered about before. As others have stated feelings of abandonment by their donor, I do not feel this way. I actually have no interest in meeting this man or forming a relationship with him. I just want an exchange of information for my own personal questions. I would like a picture so I can take away that curiosity of my physical features and compare my big nose to his and laugh. Other than that I could care less because I have my daddy who has always been there for me. I have a dad and he is irreplaceable although he has his issues and may not have been an intelligent doctor. He has been the best dad I could ask for. Nor do I feel betrayed by my mother or my dad for not telling me all these years, as I feel this is something no one could ever say when is the perfect time to tell your children. I was very rebellious as a teen and knowing this before I could have said very mean things to my dad like possibly saying "you're not my dad anyway". So I'm glad I did not know when I was younger. I realize they wanted a family and if it weren't done this way my daddy wouldn't have a daughter or family. He would end up in a home aging with no family to watch over him. But because I exist and love him, I will never abandon my him. As the flashbacks come to my mind of how wonderful my dad has been, like taking me to get ice cream every Sunday, to my doctor's appt's, always remembering the exact time I was born, picking me up from school, crying his eyes out and falling on his knees when I was hiding and they thought I was lost, balling out when I had to leave for college, and even in my rebellious years of treating him like crap and not once did he respond "you're not my daughter". That my friends is more than I can ask for in a dad. He always treated me as if I were his own blood and called me his daughter and been proud of my accomplishments like any other dad would be. For me this has worked in a different way than for most. Finding this out now made me realize how much I love my daddy and I don't care if I'm not genetically his, I do look like him in so many ways and even physically due to all the love and nurturing he gave me my whole life. The saying is true, you don't know what you have until you lose it and I hope everyone cherishes their dads and let's them know how much they mean to them. I did cry for many days after I found out, but not because of myself, but instead I cried wondering the pain my dad went through to find out he couldn't have kids of his own and I also wondered did he love me unconditionally as if I were his own? But once the memories kicked in I realized he has done well and beyond proven his unconditional love for me. I love my mommy and daddy so much and I am still the same person I was before I found out, and I could care less about the rest. I have my family and I love them. I am thankful for having parents who love me unconditionally and had all of the desires to have me. What was I bickering about? I DO have a Normal & complete soiFamily!

Date submitted: March 18, 2011

Endocrine Disruptors

This is an environmental policy issue. I was fucked over from having a relationship with my father basically because of pollution. My "social father" had a rare disorder where he had 3 chromosomes: XXY. This means he was basically male AND female. He had a male body, but during puberty the estrogen secreted by his female-informed endocrine system basically rendered him sterile. High amounts of estrogen (or estrogen impostors such as PCB and dioxin) can also cause a man to display increased promiscuous behavior- he was a frequent philanderer.

Endocrine disruptors morph sexual orientation too. Here's an excerpt from "Our Stolen Future" by Theo Colborn, Dianne Dumanoski, and John Peterson Myers. "Small doses [of dioxin] did long-term damage to the reproductive system of males exposed in the womb and through their mother's milk... the mother rats had swallowed only a single dose of dioxin on the fifteenth day of their pregnancy, a critical period in the process of sexual differentiation that causes males to become male and not female. As they matured, the male pups born to mothers given dioxin showed sperm reductions of as much as fifty-sex percent when compared to those whose mothers had ingested none. Moreover, even at the lowest dose the male pups showed a sperm count drop of as much as forty percent."

"Dioxin also appeared to affect the sexual behavior of male pups exposed early in life, suggesting that it had interfered with the sexual differentiation of the brain. At maturity, these males showed diminished male sexual behavior in mating encounters and increased propensity to exhibit feminized sexual behavior, such as arching of the back in a typically female lordosis response, when treated with hormones and then mounted by another male."

PCBs and dioxins are found in every mammalian species, on every continent, in every corner of the world. Here is a list of ways you can expose yourself: combustion, metal smelting and refining, manufacturing chlorinated chemicals, paper bleaching, eating animal fats and meats, full fat dairy products, fatty fish, breathing incineration gases, handling chlorinated anything, making pressure treated wood, operating municipal solid waste.

Essentially- if you're a mammal and you have a metabolism, you have been exposed to endocrine disrupting toxicity and your immune system, physical reproductive capacities and social/motivational reproductive capacities have been compromised.

Sperm donation is not a solution to low sperm count.
And using it to create MORE people to produce MORE pollution is also not a solution.

Date submitted: February 27, 2011

Years of Feeling Conflicted

When I was 12 my father brought me into the living room. My mom was already sitting on the couch and crying her eyes out. My father then explained how he had had a vasectomy before he had met my mom and that he couldn't have conceived me (this was pre-1980). He explained, with my mother crying the whole time, how they went to a doctor who had, with the help of a donor, conceived me. At the end of the conversation, I asked my mom why she was crying so much, and she said "I didn't know how you would react." It took so many years for it to fully sink in and all of the ramifications to fully unfold.

When I was 15 my father passed away. He had been sick for 6 months and was not in the best of health. It was a running joke that it was "good news" I didn't have his genes because of all the bad heredity he and his side of the family had. My father is and will always be the man that raised me those first 15 years.

Five years later, I am expecting a son of my own. The doctor sits us down to talk about our family history. I explain my mother's side and then trail off... This has always been a difficult topic. When ever anyone starts about their ethnic makeup, I always tell them what I know from mother's side of the family. I have often looked at my son, who is now seven, and wondered if he might look like his biological grandfather at all.

My mother and I have talked about this only two or three times since that first time. She said she wouldn't have a problem with my trying to find out more information about my donor father. There's a sense that it should be easier because my father has passed on and there would be no hard feelings or misgivings. But I've realized that I carry a lot of misgivings about myself and my identity, specifically my biological and ethnic history. I don't think I'd even want to meet the man, just to see a medical chart, genealogy, and maybe a picture. But even after 16 years of knowing the truth, I'm still not sure, I guess I still feel conflicted about the whole thing.

Date submitted: February 26, 2011

Donor conceived child who is now able to trace the man who is supposedly my 'father'

I have been old enough to find out who my biological father is for a few years now- although I still just think of him as the sperm donor my mum chose. She wanted a known donor so I could find out about him if I wanted to- and she talked about her yearning to have a child, but that she didn't want to stay in a relationship just to have me. So she used a known donor. When I was 1 she met my dad- who she married - and although he isn't my dad by DNA he raised me. He is my dad. They divorced when I was 13- but he is still my dad.
When I got to 18 I thought perhaps I would want to find out more- just for interest sake- but I don't. Perhaps that will change. What matters is that I have family- even if not all are blood related. I am so loved. They were honest with me. My real dad couldn't love me more. Its all I need.
The man who is my biological father could be a horrid man- and once I know I know. Of course he might not- but I don't need another dad. I have one.
I'm glad she chose a known donor so I had that choice. But when it came to it I don't need or want to know- and, after all, he was just a stranger who donated his sperm. Anyone can do that. It takes so much more to actually give a child what they need- and what I needed was just what I got.
This story is in case my parents ever see this site and think somehow I resent it- or need to know my biological father. I don't. I'm not hiding my true feelings from you- we've talked about them since I was a baby!
I love you mum and dad. Thank you so much for bringing me into this world. I am blessed.

Date submitted: February 10, 2011

The Dream

Regrets and Redemption - Truth from the Hereafter

I am in a white space. On one side of me all the people in my life who have passed away, who I loved and grieve for, forming a half circle around me, radiating pure love and acceptance. My mom, my dad, my mother's mother and father, my dad's mother and father, and my step-father. But the circle isn't complete. The other side of the circle is still empty. We are waiting for someone.

Then, a man walks towards me out of the mist. I know that he is my father. He's smiling and radiating the same pure love and acceptance as my known family. We hug for the first time. I feel euphoric. My father's mother and father follow, then their parents. The circle closes around me. We all embrace. No one's love or relationship or rights trumps another. I am finally complete and I feel, for the first time, a sense of calm. All the grief, at last, is gone.

Date submitted: January 20, 2011

Thankful to You

To the person who wrote the below story "Silence":

I have known that I am the child/product/of sperm donation/ whatever you want to call it for 6 years. I am also in a graduate program (MSW) where I have to complete assignments -- such as Genograms-- and think about issues constantly. In my undergraduate program, I had to read a book about sperm donation (for a Family Law class) and write a 10 page paper on the book and the topic. Sperm donation is everywhere. People make inconsiderate jokes, not having a clue that someone they know is dealing with the very same issue. Before I told my friends, one of them made a comment when a commercial came on the radio about egg donation saying "Why the hell would anyone do this to their kid?" This was my best friend. I sat in the bathroom and cried for an hour, but she had no idea. I got asked on a date to see Jennifer Aniston's movie. Even this past weekend, a friend of mine, totally unknowing of my situation, started talking about sperm and egg donation. It's a hot topic and people have opinions on it. People also LOVE to ask the question "What are you?" in reference to heritage. Coming up with an answer, a lie, on the spot, is never fun. Even worse is when you get caught in the lies. It's impossible to escape. The reminders are everywhere.

I have spent 6 years looking for an outlet. I have the most wonderful friends, but whenever I broach the topic with them, they get awkward because they do not have the words to say to me. MY family wants to discuss nothing about it. No one understands. Reading what you wrote, I have hairs standing up on my arms. I could not have phrased what you said better myself, and I am a lady of many words. After reading your post, I, HONESTLY- for the first time- have not felt alone about this issue. Thank you for sharing your story, because through your sharing, you have given me some solace and peace of mind that I have not yet experienced surrounding this issue.

My point in writing this is to emphasize how BENEFICIAL these stories are, at least to me. To my knowledge, there arent support groups around for people dealing with these issues. This website seems to be the next best thing.


Date submitted: January 19, 2011

Completely shocked!

I am 29 years old and am facing fertility issues. I had honestly thought about if I might ever need donated sperm for my husband and I to get pregnant. After my 1st insemination with my husband's sperm, my mom sat me down and told me that my conception was the result of insemination via donor sperm. My dad isn't really my biological dad.

I grew up thinking I was adopted at times. I do not look much like my brother (who is biologically both my mother and father's), and I don't look much like my parents either (a bit like my mom). I grew up in constant fear of many diseases which run on my dad's side of the family, and in fact, went through countless medical tests growing up to be tested for these (and yet my parents knew that my chances of these would be slim).

I work in the science/healthcare field. I believe in genetics. It's hard to not look into the mirror and wonder where certain features come from, or if medical problems that I have been experiencing are related to my biological father's side. I am concerned about what surprise medical problems I could face, as when my mother received the sperm (it isn't like now when woman can choose many different qualities about the donor or medical histories), all she was told was hair color, eye color, and ethnicity. She accidentally ran into the supposed donor in the waiting room of her clinic (yes this was before sperm banks).

I have known this information for 2 months now and I still have difficulty processing it. I would really like to be able to receive health information back from the donor, but I don't even know where to begin. I know that I would NOT use donor sperm personally, because I now know the difficulties of learning this information. I love my dad dearly and wouldn't change anything about my life, but would still like to know the roots of my biological father. I wish there was more support out there for those facing this kind of life-altering information. I am not angry at my parents, but still struggle with the secrecy, as I have not told my brother that we are only half-siblings, and my dad doesn't know that I have been told this information. I was treated differently by his parents growing up, and I now know why this occurred (they were aware of the donation).

Date submitted: January 17, 2011

Jaws of Life

I found out my biological father was a vial of frozen sperm labelled 'C11' when I was 21. Finding out so late was a huge shock. With my childhood already behind me, the neural connections identifying my dad as my dad were cemented. Emotionally I could never think of him as anything other than my dad (and I still don't), yet suddenly I was told we were genetic strangers. My identity had been splintered and the social and biological aspects of parenthood carved up. In the place where I inherited half my genes, all I could see was a vial of semen in cold storage. I mourned the human face behind that vial, somebody I had never and would never meet. A little bit like a mother might mourn the baby she could never have, I suppose.

I wonder what it would feel like to have been told earlier. Another donor conceived man I met has always known his origins. Initially he accepted it. He even considered becoming a donor himself. On the day his daughter was born, as a father, he glimpsed the power of the biological link and what the loss of his paternal kin meant for him (and his daughter). I suppose the point I am making is that children do not have a static response to being donor conceived, it changes throughout their lives.

I couldn't relate to my story. I am a human being, yet I was conceived with a technique that had its origins in animal husbandry. Worst of all, farmers kept better records of their cattle's genealogy than assisted reproductive clinics had kept for the donor conceived people of my era. It also made me feel strange to think that my genes were spliced together from two people who were never in love, never danced together, had never even met one another.

My reaction was never to blame my parents. I wasn't angry with them. In some ways I felt like my mother was a victim of telling me the truth, that she needed me to comfort her and tell her that it was ok, I didn't need to know who my donor was. I struggled to find the words to express my thoughts. The questions that I dared not ask, or even form in my head, because it seemed like a betrayal of my loyalty to my family and to society.

At the time these thoughts were incoherent, but I believe they basically boiled down to this.
"How could my own parents decide to deliberately separate me from my kin, to grow up half blinded to my own identity? If they couldn't face telling me the truth about what they had done, why did they do it?"
"How could the doctors, sworn to 'first do no harm' create the system where I now face the pain and loss of my own identity and heritage?"
"How could the government, charged with protecting the most vulnerable members of the community, its children, legislate to make it illegal for me to know the identity of my biological father? How can its institutions subject me to the psychological torture of knowing that records exist, but I am forbidden to know the contents?"
"How could my donor help create me, and then abandon me without even leaving his name?"

The best I have come up with to answer these questions is
"My parents were focused on the immediacy of their own infertility and would have done almost anything to relieve their suffering and get a baby."
"The doctors were focused on publishing their next scientific journal paper, and were surrounded by images of smiling, happy babies on their clinic walls. They didn't think about the future, when these babies would grow up."
"The government found it messy and awkward to legislate in this area, and there were no votes in it."
"My donor was young and focused on doing 'a good deed'. He believed the clinics who told him that the biological link can be extinguished by signing a contract."

For three years I hardly talked about these confusing thoughts with anybody. Our family life continued pretty much as it was before. I reached a turning point when I met another donor conceived woman. It was a huge relief to talk to people with a similar background, who shared my view that donor conceived people have a basic right to information about their genetic identity. These people helped me articulate the things that were bothering me, and I bonded an adopted woman who had seen it all before with the adoption debate and eventual reforms. Being donor conceived is like being 'half adopted' but with the added strangeness of being raised by a blend of both the adopted and the birth family.

I became driven by a sense of injustice. I had two newspaper articles published in the newspaper and learned the power of personal stories. I stood up in a seminar and asked the Attorney General what he was doing for donor conceived people. I faked confidence. I convinced a lawyer to engage me pro bono. I met politicians deep in the bowels of Parliament house and traded on my personal story to try to pierce their rhinoceros thick skin. When the question of unsealing all donor conception records was put to a vote, the amendment was defeated by a measly five votes. Five strangers had decided my fate was to have my questions go unanswered forever.

Or had they? I got in touch with my mothers treating doctor and asked him to send a letter to my donor, on my behalf, asking his consent to exchange of information and/or contact. The doctor was a highly decorated expert in donor conception. I was the first donor conceived person he had ever met. Three agonising months later he emailed me to say he had done it. After this, things moved really quickly. The very next week I received a call with big news. Firstly, I didn't need to ever refer to my biological father as my donor. His name is Ben.

After exchanging letters and talking on the phone we arranged to meet. The day before, I discovered I would be meeting his children, my half-siblings. I was nervous, especially the night before and day of the meeting. As I approached the gate, Ben's son called out to me in an excited voice and ran to greet me. Immediately I felt more at ease. I said hello to everyone and we sat down to lunch. I had a surreal moment as I looked around and realized I was surrounded by people who all looked like me. The clinics were wrong. We are family, at least in some sense of the word.

Finally I understand why people comment that my sister looks Swedish and why I am interested in flying and space. Ben and I share an interest in reading, art, sports, napping, nature and the outdoors. After all my efforts in the media, law, and political lobbying, I was pleased to discover that my paternal grandfather was a notorious agitator of the establishment.

A few weeks later I met Ben's eldest daughter. She gave me a card that read, "Dear Lauren, what a wonderful surprise it was to learn about your presence´┐Żone can never have enough family, lots of love, xoxo"

For me, the hardest things about being donor conceived was the powerlessness and lack of choice - being constantly reminded that I must abide by decisions made long ago. Hang on a minute, I never agreed to any of this!

The other hardest thing was seeing how society had accepted and valued the biological link in endorsing my mother's need to have a child she was biologically related to, but rejected, sometimes ridiculed and at the very least constantly required me to justify why I needed to mend the broken ties of my biological link to Ben and his family.

Date submitted: January 13, 2011

How My Mother Told Me

When I was 13 years old, my mother told me, "Daddy's not your real father." I do not remember what started this conversation. We were sitting on the couch in the living room, and I think we might have been talking about the way Alzheimer's runs in my dad's side of the family because next she said, "I thought you'd be relieved." She sounded irritated when she said it, probably in reaction to the way my jaw had dropped open in shock. (Until that moment I had always assumed the jaw dropping open in shock was just something that was done in movies and cartoons to convey surprise, but it really happens. It felt like a hinge had broken, and I had to use my hand to physically close my mouth.) Maybe it was apparent I was going to cry. I cried a lot back then. My mother explained, as my dad sat in the next room oblivious to our conversation, that Daddy wasn't my real father because she had been inseminated with sperm from an anonymous donor at her doctor's office. The donor was a med student, she said, though I wonder now if this is something the doctor actually told her or if she decided this fact on her own after hearing that donors were often med students. The only other things she knew about him were that he had the same hair and eye color as my dad so that I would convincingly be able to "pass" as his daughter.

"I'm surprised you didn't figure it out on your own," she said. "You're so much better at math than me or Daddy. How else did you think you got to be that way?" My mother told me not to start crying. She really hated when I cried, and I suspect if she had foreseen my reaction, she never would have told me about my father. There wasn't a door between the living room and where my dad sat in the family room, and she warned me that I was not to tell anyone this secret ever, particularly my dad. He knew, of course, but my mom said he seemed to have forgotten, and aside from her own mother and that doctor whose name I never learned, no one else in the world knew I wasn't my dad's biological daughter, and they shouldn't. Besides, my dad hadn't even wanted me when I was conceived, my mom said. He'd told her he hoped she miscarried.

My mother did not seem to understand why any of this news was upsetting to me. After all, she said, knowing that my dad wasn't my biological father didn't "change anything." My biological father wasn't my father anyway -- he was just a "donor." It's different. "It was anonymous," she said, "so you can't ever know who he is. We agreed never to find out, and if you ever try, I'm the one who will get in trouble." A note to anyone who has a donor-conceived child: This is not the best way to tell them.

My mother said the only way to unlock the donor records was if I were to get a terminal illness, since having my father's medical information could help the doctors treat me. It turns out she was wrong about that -- there was no way to find out the identity of my "donor" under any circumstances. According to the office where my mother was inseminated, her records had already been destroyed by the time she told me this story. But I don't think either of us knew that at the time. A fact I've never told anyone else until now is that I prayed for a disease that would allow me to unlock the file that I imagined would tell me who my father was and what siblings I had. I prayed for it every night for I'm not sure how long -- at least a few weeks, but it seemed like a few months -- as I cried myself to sleep. If this seems stupid or petty, please consider that I was 13 at the time and that this might have seemed a more pressing issue to me than my own mortality.

"Don't tell anyone," my mother repeated. "If you really need to talk to someone, we'll get you a therapist." And that was the end of the conversation. After the first couple weeks of crying myself to sleep, I asked her to set up the appointment. I'd always been a crier and good at keeping secrets, but I was having an abnormally hard time coping with this news on my own. My mother then told me therapy would be a waste of money, like it had been when they'd taken my brother to a psychologist, and all I'd do is blame her for everything anyway -- that's what therapists get you to do, she said. So I kept my secret entirely to myself, not mentioning it again even once for the next three years.

I am 29 years old now. I am married. I have a house and a dog and a college degree. I didn't get a terminal illness, but I did get a chronic one my doctor says must run in my father's family. But it's not that bad, and I don't blame the donor for not knowing about it. I never again mentioned my biological father to my mom or anyone in our family. I am closer to my dad now than I used to be but more distant from my mother.

My desire to know who my biological father is has not really diminished in the years since I learned of his existence. I don't particularly like him since I feel he gave me the ultimate blow-off when he agreed to sire me in exchange for money and a promise never to find out who I am or even how many of us exist, and he accepted this arrangement as a good deal. I don't particularly value his decision making skills for the same reason. I don't want back child support payments, as some donors fear. I don't want his love or to call him "Dad" -- I already have a dad. I don't want to be on his family's Christmas cards or to take up an inordinate amount of his time. I just want to know who he is. I want to know if I have siblings and who they are. I would like to have lunch with him and make polite conversation with him in which we call each other by our first names and talk about what we do for a living or where we like to vacation. Or something. I'd like to talk with him about *something.*

Some proponents of anonymous donation say that plenty of children grow up not knowing where they come from because they are put up for adoption or because their fathers ran out on their mothers, and anonymous donation should be allowed because it isn't any worse. My thought is that none of those situations sound great. If we can correct one of them, why shouldn't we? I should add that I am in the US, where there are currently no laws granting an eventual right to information to donor-conceived offspring.

I spent many years feeling ashamed and ungrateful for wanting to know who my biological father was. I don't anymore. If studying genealogy and mapping generations of history onto your family tree are reasonable hobbies, I am allowed to be interested in who my father is, even if there is no way I will ever know him. It is okay for me to want to know, and from what I have read by other donor-conceived offspring, it is staggeringly normal. No amount of semantics or reasoning or wishful thinking on the part of parents and donors will be able to change that.

Date submitted: January 11, 2011

Missing pieces.

I still remember finding out as if it was yesterday. A few days after my 13th birthday I found out my social father had myeloma (bone marrow cancer). About a week after finding out, he had a reaction to the steroids he'd been given, and the only way I can put this is, he went a bit funny in the head. Maybe a 'bit' is an understatement.

It started like any normal day, although I can remember noticing my social father being slightly more grumpy than usual. About 3pm, my Mum came in to my room in tears and said that they needed to talk to me. Mum led me in to the lounge and they sat either side of me on the sofa. What always stays prominent in my mind when I look back on that day is the first thing my social dad said... 'This is the last cry for help'. I still don't know exactly what he meant by that (I don't think my Mum did either) but it was the way he said it, the way he kept repeating it. I knew something was really up.

Then they told me I was conceived by a sperm donor. That bit was all a blur. I remember being told, not saying anything, and going up to my room and crying/sleeping for the rest of the day. I didn't come out until the late evening when Mum eventually realised that my social dad really wasn't right and we had to call an ambulance. I remember following the ambulance, not saying anything to my Mum, getting to the hospital and seeing the paramedics who had bought my social dad in. They said 'Ohhh we've heard a lot about you!!' and started to laugh. I followed them in silence to find my social dad in a bed in the hospital ward. One of the nurses said to me 'Why don't you give your Dad a hug? He's had a pretty rough day'. And I thought 'if only you knew...' but that was when something clicked inside me, he wasn't my Dad, he never was, never will be. Yes he bought me up, paid for me, but we never shared a certain connection. I remember a few years before I was told, asking my Mum if I was adopted because I always knew I wasn't like my social father. Later I found out that it was my social father who had been adamant to tell me, but only because of the 'funny turn'.

For the next few months it was only spoken of if I had a question and wanted to ask my Mum, and I had plenty of questions. I still do. The worse thing about it is the most important questions I want to ask, my Mum can't answer and I will more than likely never find the answers I'm looking for. To this day I feel like it is a taboo subject with my parents. They know that I'd like to find that side of my family, but they never bring it up. In a way, I resent my parents for that. It's a part of me, infact, it's half of me. Half of my genetics. They made the decision to bring me in to the world that way, they should deal with the consequences of me finding out. Of course I want to feel free to talk about it, and not have to worry about causing upset. They'd never told anyone until I found out and then gave me free reign to tell my Auntie and Uncle (who then told cousins, I think) and my Gran. Luckily my social fathers family all live in Australia, so we've never seen the point in telling them. I'm so glad that my family know now, but they all see it as though he is still my Dad, I should still refer to him as Dad (which I put off doing as much as I possibly can because it makes me feel so awkward). I do love him, but not in the same sense as I love my Mum. We don't have the same bond.

I'm 19 now, still in the process of registering with Donorlink UK. It still hurts to this day, not quite as much, but it still hurts. It makes me want to shout and scream at parents who are considering using donor conception - tell your children from a young age, answer all their questions, relate to them!!!! If my parents could see this website then maybe they'd get an insight on how it feels to be me. But I have to be so careful not to upset anyone about it, when really, its me that's upset! I didn't ask to be conceived this way, it was thrust upon me that I don't know half of my biological family. I want to know my medical history, perhaps what career my biological father has, how many half-siblings I have, and my cultural ties. I want to know this even more so for my own kids. I read an entry earlier on this website where someone said I couldn't lie to my own children about it, like my parents did to me. That's exactly how I feel, I don't want my children to grow up thinking they are biologically related to a grandfather that they aren't actually related to. That's not fair. He can play the part of grandad, they can call him grandad but they are going to know that out there somewhere is their real grandad. I want to know that half of my medical history as well, for my future children's sake.

I genuinely feel that had I been told from a young age, and had grown up aware that he wasn't biologically related to me, that it wouldn't have had such a massive impact on my life. I don't think anyone of my friends/family quite realises how much it does impact my life. Don't get me wrong, I am unbelievably happy and relieved that I did get told. I just wish my parents had actually made the decision to tell me, rather than it coming out by accident.

I am very happy for future donor conceived children that they have taken away anonymity for donors in the UK. But the people born before then don't get a say. If I had been born 3 months later than I was (before the August 1991 HFEA changes) I would have been entitled to receive non-identifying information about my biological father when I reached 18. So what about the huge amount of people suffering who were born before then?

I would love to meet another donor conceived person, as I have talked to a few online, but never actually met anyone like me. Everyone's stories that I have read from this website I can relate to in some way or another and it is so reassuring to know that I'm not being selfish/attention seeking and that others think exactly the way I do about being donor conceived. No one knows what it feels like until they are put in that position. They can say they 'relate' but they can't. Everyone says to me 'but he's your dad'. He's not. I'm still looking for him.

Date submitted: December 08, 2010


I am eighteen years old and have known I am donor conceived my entire life. I stumbled across this site by accident. I was intrigued by the stories. Many of them deeply upset me.. It has always made me feel bad that I will never know the identity of my biological father. I think of how precious it is to know where you come from and why you look the way you do. The holidays always make me think about it even more. I wonder where he is, what his traditions are,where he is and what he is doing. I hope he thinks of me(the potential offspring.) I wish he simply knew I exist. It is the night before thanksgiving and it really has me thinking of all this. I TRIED to share with my mother how I feel. She did not want anything to do with it. She makes me feel as though I should not have any feelings on the subject of being donor conceived. She especially gets angry because I do this every year around this time since I entered high school. I really fell like I can not help this. She never will understand how I feel. I wish she would understand. I don't want her to blame herself for my misery. I try not to broach the subject at all with my non- biological father at all. I love my parents, really, I do. I also know they love me. I sometimes wonder if they are putting on an act. I wish I could go deep with in their minds. I would love to know how they really feel about the subject.
I am a young woman who is asked to keep quiet about her innermost conflict. I entered college in the fall and have had an emotional ride coming to terms with being a donor conceived person. I need a place to vent my feelings. I just wish I could find someone who would understand. I feel like I am suffering alone with this. I don't want to disappoint anyone. If I could have one wish it would be to just hear the donor's voice. I would love to ask him the most basic questions about himself. I wonder why he did it. It bothers me that there was money involved in my conception. I resent the donor for that. I feel as though he took advantage of my parents and the parents of my countless half siblings. If he did this for the right reason he would have done it for free. I also resent him for not taking advantage of the Donor Sibling Registry. I find it cruel that he does not want to find me or any other offspring. I hope one day it will all be alright with me. I still hope that maybe I will meet or talk to the donor. I have had the opportunity to meet one of my half siblings. I was happy to have gained some insight into who the donor is through my sibling.

Date submitted: November 25, 2010

Beginnings And Ends ~ A Matter of Parental Choice

One of my earliest memories is of lying in my pram.

Few people would believe that, as many adults have difficulty remembering their first day at school, let alone anything that happened when they were only a toddler, but remember it I do!

I was probably a little over a year old at the time and lying down in my pram because I was strapped firmly in place by my harness. I was supposed to be taking an afternoon nap while my mother was busy elsewhere but I was bored and not at all tired. I wanted to be up and about, not a prisoner in my pram. The pram hood was up to shield me from the light coming in the lounge window and effectively all I could see from my prostrate position was the top edge of the closed door and an area of faded yellow wall paper. I yelled for attention. I kept on shouting and screaming until my throat was hoarse but still nobody came. Then finally, when I had all but given up hope of being released, I saw the door swing open and I knew that my mother had heard me, so I expected her arms to appear around the side of the hood and for her to unclip me and lift me out. Instead, I saw my frilly white pram pillow appear in my line of vision. It was advancing towards me, taking up more and more of my view of the wallpaper until I could see nothing else. As it came closer still it blocked out all the light and then it was right on top of my face, pressing down on me and I couldn't breathe. Then there was blackness and swimming heat, muffled noises and nothingness until the next thing I remember, which is being out of the pram and in the light again, hearing my Grandmother's voice fussing over me in a reassuring way.

If my Grandmother had not arrived unexpectedly that afternoon and interrupted my mother, I would have become a cot death statistic, but nobody will want to believe that my own mother had tried to kill me, especially as she had spent five years and a lot of money desperately trying to have me. The experts would be the first to argue that being donor conceived means that I must have been very much wanted and loved, so my memory of being temporarily snuffed out by my mother can only be the product of my own warped imagination. I might even be inclined to think so myself were it not for discovering two other donor conceived adults who have had similar brushes with death at the hands of their parents. In one case, a teenaged girl woke up to find herself locked in her bedroom after her mother had left the gas tap to her fire switched on, but not lit. She could have been dead by morning but like me she has survived to tell the tale. In another case, a social father who had trouble reconciling his infertility has admitted that his ambivalent feelings towards his baby son had led him to the brink of committing infanticide. The horrifying fact is that we three donor conceived people have survived an attempted murder by a parent.

Donor conception is not a cure for clinical infertility. It doesn't give parents the exact baby they had hoped for and consequently the replacement child may never live up to the happy-ever-after fantasy to which the parents had aspired. In the circumstances it is inevitable that some parents will direct their bitterness and resentment at the child who is a constant reminder of their reproductive disappointment, particularly if the balance of their minds has been disturbed either by their infertility, their choice of circumvention, or a combination of the two. I was not at all surprised by a recent report which showed that a surprisingly large number of healthy donor conceived babies are aborted before birth because their mother's have changed their minds about the pregnancy. It is, after all, only one small step away from deciding to terminate the life of the child once it has been born.

Do I support donor conception in any way, shape or form? Certainly not!

Date submitted: October 20, 2010

Safety in Biology

When I tell people I wish I had been raised by my real father often they are offended and say things like, "Your real father is the man that raises you, kisses your scrapes, tucks you in, reads you stories and loves you." This is a wildly naive idea and if donor conception and the adults that use it could reliably provide social fathers that do these types of things then maybe I wouldn't have so many problems with the practice.

I strongly believe, because of his lack of biological connection, social fathers are generally much-less-likely-to sufficiently-raise-their-children. Let me say it another way: Nature hinders man's ability to raise a child that is not his biological offspring as well and with as much grace and love, as the child that IS his biologically.

When my parents divorced, I was shocked at how easy it was for my "dad" to sign away custody rights for me. I haven't seen or spoken with him in two decades. This is the man that agreed to "raise me, kiss my scrapes, tuck me in, and read me stories." It was a lie. Then my mom remarried. Her new husband agreed to do these things for me also. I was happy to have someone around to horse-play with and lift me up. I liked to wrestle and do a lot of gymnastics as a kid. Soon after he adopted me he started touching me inappropriately when I reached out to horse-play. When I told him to stop he said I didn't know what I was talking about and we were just having fun. I stopped horse-playing. I stopped doing gymnastics around the house. I stopped feeling free in my body. I stopped being a kid.

As I started to develop I tried to stay farther away from him. I tried not to engage in conversation with him. I tried to be polite, but I was incredibly creeped out by him constantly. It seemed he always really needed my attention when I was in the middle of taking a shower. I'd be changing, getting the water running and he would always open the bathroom door and have something super urgent to show me, like some BS news story. I knew he was getting a peek at my body. I started locking the door. And I started hating him.

I asked my mom if I could be transferred to a boarding school so I wouldn't have to live with him. She had no idea why I would want to be away from her. She loved me and needed me so much she didn't want me to go. She had no idea about the touching and didn't seem to notice the sexual harassment. I didn't have a word for the sexual harassment I just endured it because there was nowhere safe for me to go.

I've tried to bring up sexual abuse as it relates to donor conception before and some say it has nothing to do with the practice. Children are EIGHT TIMES as likely to be abused by a step-father or "social" father. For the ones that are good dads I'm really happy for them, and keep up the good work, but artificial insemination for straight women inherently means that they are being raised by a man or men that have no biological link to them. Biology adds safety.
It doesn't matter how smart you think you are or your husband is. My step dad had more degrees than he knew what to do with. This is something bigger than human intelligence-it's nature.

Date submitted: October 19, 2010

I have a right to know

I am an adult woman. I am a professional. I have a master's degree. I have many friends, a large social and professional community and so many things to be thankful for. I do not think that because things have worked out for me that I should not desire to know where I come from.

I don't doubt that my family loves me. I don't doubt that I was really wanted. I don't doubt all of the right intentions were present in my parents' hearts when they went through the process of creating me, with science.

I want to know why I'm different. I want to know if there is someone else who can instinctively know, know without words who I am and have it make sense. There is a connection between people which is more than just social, more than experiential, more than upbringing. There is something biological and I can see it in others. And I can see how I lack it when I'm with my family.

Do I have grandparents? Do I have siblings who laugh like I do? Are there people in my community, like me, who maybe share a link which makes me makes sense? I'm glad to be alive. I'm glad to have the life I have. I'm sad that I know so little about where I come from.

Families look different for everyone. And most people can describe an undesirable element in their family. But it's their family. Where is mine? And why is there a system in place that prevents me from knowing? Knowing my lineage, my genetic background, my family, is a human right. It is my right.

Date submitted: October 17, 2010

The politics of donor conception

As a donor-conceived person I have the sense of being part of an underclass. Because I was born in the early 80's before the changes in UK law I have no right to know the identity of my biological father. I can't think of any other group of people in society who have this information denied to them. I feel like half a person. Even though donor conceived people born in the UK after 2005 will be able to trace their donors when they turn 18, it can be argued that it is wrong to bring a child into the world knowing they will be unable to have a relationship with one of their biological parents (which the child may or may not desire, and why shouldn't they?) until they reach adulthood. At best donor conception is a poor way to have a child.

The changes in the law will allow donor-conceived people to trace their donors only if they know the truth about their origins. Unfortunately though parents are encouraged to tell their offspring the law does not require donor conception to be recorded (e.g. on birth certificates) so many children will still be kept in the dark and may experience the same sense of being somehow less than human that I have done if and when they eventually find out. My mum and dad never told anybody but the truth still finally came to light (I found out by accident when I was pregnant with my son and a routine blood test showed that I have blood group AB - because my dad is blood group O I knew he couldn't be my biological father).

Having a child is a privilege not a right, and I say this as a mother of two children, one who I lost through miscarriage and one who is now a healthy toddler, who would dearly like more. Potential parents considering donor conception would do well to bear this in mind.

It is my firm belief that we all have a human right to know the truth about how we came to exist and the identities of our parents. As far as I'm concerned I have three parents, equal in importance: my mum, my dad and my biological father. I wouldn't be the person I am without the input of all three.

Date submitted: October 15, 2010

Thank you Ben and Jerry!

I was 20 years old, home from college for the weekend. I was sharing a pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream with my mother. We were watching some sappy made-for-television movie about donor conception/adoption´┐Ż I can't remember the details. I said to my mother, "If I had a problem conceiving a child I would definitely consider doing it." To that, my mother replied matter-of-factly, "How do you think you got here?"

I was shocked and yet gleefully happy to learn that her husband was not my biological father. After all, we had nothing in common and I detested him ever since I can remember. But what was I to do? Where could I turn for help? My mother wanted me to keep it quiet so that no one else would find out. She didn't want my father's mother to know in case she would write me out of her Will! She didn't want me to tell my younger sister (also donor conceived and looks nothing like any of us) for fear it might upset her.

There are no records to find. Mom's doctor is deceased. I've checked Donor Sibling boards and found a possible donor's name, but cannot locate him.

I'm a college educated professional. I want nothing from my bio-dad except to see him and talk to him. I'm insanely curious´┐Ż what does he look like, how does he sound, what would it be like to share a warm hug?

I've never had that kind of relationship with my "mother's husband." It would be so nice to know that my real father is no longer absent.

Date submitted: October 13, 2010

Dear Anonymous Sperm Donor

This is a letter to a now deceased anonymous sperm donor. I wish I had been able to meet you while we both were alive. I do believe in an after-life so maybe we will meet up somewhere in the future. I would love to have known if my sense of humor was shared by you; what were your political opinions; if you were religious; how you laughed or cried or if you had a temper. I did have a dad, who I do believe loved me but we were so very different in almost all respects. He was reserved, conservative, very religious, had no sense of humor, and was not what you would call warm and inviting. He and I disagreed and if I made him angry (which I suppose I did, a lot) my mother would say to me, "you don't know what a wonderful father you have". I heard this quite a few times growing up. The reason I "did not know what a wonderful father I had" was because no one ever came right out and told me I was donor conceived and that my father had allowed my mother to have a child by this method. It took me years to put all the pieces together. From the night I heard my grandfather tell a dinner guest, when I was nine, that my parents had only one child because my father had had the mumps when he was an adult and my mother had to go to a special doctor in Chicago in order to get pregnant. Now, even at nine, I could figure out that if my father had the mumps it didn't make much sense for my mother to have to go to a special doctor. So I saved all this info and as a very inquisitive child I added to it over the years. From why my mother and father had very, very blue eyes and I had brown eyes, (We learned this was pretty much impossible in high school biology) to lots of other little things that just didn't add up.

SO, anonymous father, who were you? Well, as I said you are now dead (unless you have very good genes, one can only hope) and I am 67 years old and am still trying to find you or who you were. I just spent $300 on dna testing that could possibly unearth a cousin who might be your kin. I keep thinking that maybe there is a box somewhere with info in it that will produce your name or picture. Maybe my mother, lying in a nursing home with last stage dementia will suddenly wake up and say, "I just wanted to tell you who your biological father was". Maybe she doesn't know, maybe she just went to the doctor's office, layed down on the table and had your sperm injected into her womb. Maybe the doctor went into the side room and contributed his own sperm. Maybe his son, who kindly agreed to do a dna test with me 4 years ago (which turned out negative) and which I paid $250 to have analyzed, really is my half brother and the test was just not reliable, maybe you had prosopagnosia like I do and we could have talked about what a pain it is to not recognize people's faces after you have met them about 20 times, maybe you died from melanoma because you were not as careful about looking at all the little spots on your body as I am and could have told me to be careful of my kids out in the sun when they were little. Maybe you would have liked to meet your grandchildren. One is a VP in a company, has 2 kids of his own and a very lovely wife - he wouldn't be looking for anything from you but would have found it fun to meet his biological grandfather, the other is a successful legislative specialist, has 2 great kids and another super wife but one of his kids had to have brain surgery for birth trauma and they all could have used all the support they could get - maybe you or your family could have been there for them, even if it was just by saying a prayer. So, you see, biology is important, otherwise why would I spend time, money, and energy searching for you. I hope you had a good, happy and long life. I am sorry I missed you, maybe our paths will cross again.

Love, me

Date submitted: October 11, 2010

Filling Out The Story

"Where are you from?" they ask (all the time). So you tell them where you grew up. "No, no... I mean where are you FROM? What is your ancestry?" This is so American. People look at your face and they always want to know who blended with whom from where to create your face. When I was little it wasn't such a big deal. My mom spoke mostly for me and when I answered on my own it was all regurgitation. As I grew older and began answering for myself entirely, spending the night at friends' houses, and meeting people on my own- it became harder and harder to give clear answers. "Mixed" doesn't satisfy anyone, including myself.

I knew absolutely nothing of my father's history. I knew nothing of half of my ancestry. I managed to find out a little bit of information on him, but it took forever and wasn't much. Those few extra details began to form a shell of a character though. That's when I really started to imagine him as my father and fall in love with the idea of meeting him and knowing him. Those few details can inspire a whole person and I felt robbed of him.

After I found those details about him people would ask me about my father and I would tell them he died when I was a baby but he was from this country and did that and that and that for hobbies and work. I felt entitled to my father in the shell of a character he was. But that too would be traumatic because people would ask how he met my mother or other questions I had no answers for and lying became improvisational and stressful as I tried to hide and cloud the fact that I'm donor-conceived.

I hate being donor-conceived. I think it is ridiculous and bizarre that the two people that made me have never met and never will meet. I think its creepy that my dad was paid. I think its creepier that agents and salespeople and commercial doctors worked so hard to create me and now that I'm an adult have no interest in my opinion.
They're like drug pushers.

Selling substances that cure baby cravings. Do they have anything to cure my father cravings?

Date submitted: October 11, 2010

Dear Fertility Industry

Dear Fertility Industry,

You ruined my relationship with my mother. For 22 years of my life she told me everything and was my best friend. But YOU told her that it would screw me up if I knew that "my dad wasn't my dad" - that she should keep it a secret. You don't think finding out from someone else at 22 would screw things up a bit?! Why wouldn't you think of the consequences of what you were doing - why wouldn't you give any long-term thought to something so important?

Years ago I talked to my mom every day on the phone without fail. Now we're lucky to get 10 minutes in once a week. Despite our best efforts, our relationship has never been the same since I found everything out. The secrecy, deception, and ignorance surrounding human reproduction is the reason why.

Disgruntled Sperm Donor Baby

Date submitted: October 08, 2010


I am in graduate school and just this past week in a class, we were told our first assignment was a Genogram, tracking our biological family. My heart sank. I can't go anywhere without being reminded that I will never know my biological father. It is on the news, its what Jennifer Aniston is talking about, its in a preview that is on every five minutes. It isn't just the media either- more often than I still can even comprehend, my friends, coworkers, anyone will proclaim " I look just like my dad" or some other biological family tidbit. One of my least favorite things is sperm donor jokes, which are also inexplicably common. The only thing I hate more than sperm donor jokes is when someone calls their absent dad/child's father a sperm donor. Example: "We don't refer him by name in our house, we refer to him as The Sperm Donor". I literally have to walk away in order to not to get incredibly angry at whoever is saying it. In some way, shape or form, there is always something that will remind me of being donor conceived on a daily basis. It never ends.

I feel silenced, and I have felt silenced since I found out I was conceived by an anonymous sperm donor when I was sixteen (the nine year anniversary of finding out is in February). I have always known that something was "off" in terms of my family, but I knew I wasn't adopted- I look a lot like my mother and saw pictures of us in the hospital when I was just born. I had asked questions of my parents about if my dad was my "real dad"- a phrase I cringe at now- and they always assured me that he was. They lied and I understand why they lied, I was young and they wanted to protect me. I have come to peace with the fact that they lied.

What I have not come to peace with is how silenced I feel. I feel silenced for so many reasons- because its weird and people don't get it, because I don't want to hurt my dad- who I absolutely adore- talking about it and also because I am always afraid I will burst into tears talking about it, no matter who is listening. I also know that my parents are very private people in general, and to have a bunch of people- whoever they may be- know that I am donor conceived would make them uncomfortable. Despite this, they have told me that it is my story to tell and they are accepting no matter what. But I still feel silenced on the topic.

I have felt differently about being donor conceived throughout the nine years that I have known. I go through phases where I think about it more, or less and phases where it weighs on me more heavily, or not. The past year has been the longest period I have thought about it quite regularly and frequently, and this past year it has weighed on me the most since the year after I found out. I think a part of that is that now that I am almost twenty five and my older friends are starting to get pregnant and have babies, which leads me to think about my own children I hope to have some day.

This presents a real problem for me. I don't want to lie to my kids about how I was conceived, the way that my parents lied to me. I also don't want to hurt my dad or confuse my children or somehow influence how they feel about their grandfather with that revelation. I try to tell myself that it doesn't matter as much, because it isn't (God willing) how they themselves were conceived, so it is a bit more removed. But deep down I know that while that might be true, I also don't want to lie to them- or even withhold the truth. In addition to the sadness and discomfort that this presents, it also makes me angry that I even have to deal with the way I was conceived and that it will seep into my life for the rest of my life. What also seeps in is the feeling of being silenced and of feeling damned if I do, damned if I don't in many respects regarding being donor conceived.

I truly hope that they end anonymous sperm and egg donation. I don't think it should be banned altogether, but I do think anonymous donation should be, for so many reasons- some that can't even be identified with words. Again, the silence appears.

Date submitted: October 06, 2010


My parents never told me that I was conceived using a donor until I was well in to my thirties with my own family. As bad as knowing that I may never find my biological father is, being lied to is the worst part because now I wonder what else they've been lying about. And even when they say this is all to the story, there is still doubt in my mind.

Date submitted: October 06, 2010

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