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I ended up donating my sperm a few years ago around the same time my daughter and her girlfriend decided they wanted a baby so they got donated sperm. A couple years later they wanted to figure out who the biological father is so they do the whole DNA stuff process and I remembered I had donated my sperm around the same time my daughter got donated sperm so I decided to get a DNA check myself and when the results came in it turned out that the baby was mine I was so fucking disgusted because thats my own…

First time Polynesian Donor “Mother”

Aloha Kakau, So This is my first time experience doing this but at this point I am ashamed to admit it but I hit a financial struggle in my life right now and while i do want children it is not possible for me to do so right now because of the financial reason and i haven’t found a “perfect mate”, I had my first ever ultrasound done yesterday (to which i was very nervous about because i am “pure”). The ultrasound was a painful experience but i am still going to pursue the donation progress. My only concern though…

Beware of Governments Bearing Gifts

If you’re donor conceived and living in Victoria, Australia, you’ve probably heard the government has passed a new law. Once you turn eighteen, you can apply for the identity of your donor, even if he donated under the condition of anonymity. You may be considering taking advantage of this. Before you jump in, please consider how it might play out. You contact VARTA, and after the mandatory counselling, they send a registered letter to your donor. Now things get interesting. Let’s assume your donor has normal social skills. If so, he’s probably been married for twenty or more years and…

I am Alive

Without sperm donation, I would not be here, and my sister would not be here. I would NOT be alive. My parents told me when I was 18 that I was donor conceived. When they told me, I was incredibly shocked, but I realize that without my sperm donor I would not be here. After the initial shock went away things went back to normal in our house. My dad is still MY DAD! I am not a victim because I am donor conceived. I am alive because I was donor conceived. My mom and dad were put in a…

I think about her every day

I am an 18-year-old female and I was conceived using an egg donor. My dad is my biological dad and I admire him beyond words. I’m not at all close with my mom. My parents told me they used an egg donor when I was 10-12 years old. That’s a guess; I honestly don’t remember how old I was. Every day I wonder about my biological mom. Does she wonder about me? Do we look similar? Do we have similar personalities, likes, and dislikes? Do I have half-siblings? Do I have grandparents that know about me? That barely scratches the…

Half-Siblings from Sperm Donor

I was donor conceived in 1997, while my biological mother was in a same-sex relationship with my other mum. At the time they could not afford to access a clinic, and as an alternative they were able to find a known donor and my mum’s partner performed the insemination at home. I have known from a very early age that I was donor-conceived (I was around 6 when I was told) and I know the identity of my donor but have never attempted to make contact. I am his only female offspring and I also know that he has two…

My “Biological” Mom Was an Anonymous Egg Donor

At the age of 20, my mom told me out of the blue on a car ride that I am not genetically related to her at all. I was shocked, and although it’s been a week, I still don’t know what to think. I’ve always been fascinated by genetics and knowing my roots, and I feel hurt my mom didn’t tell me sooner. Part of the reason I studied German in college is because of my “maternal grandfather’s” roots, and now I’m at a total loss. Who am I? I’m thankful to know I’m at least related to my dad,…

I never knew I was a donor baby until 33…Tell your kids!!

So, my story is the same in many ways as others on here. However, it’s different in one big way. It all started when I decided to take an Ancestry DNA test. I was primarily concerned with the ethnicity percentages. There had always been a family legend that we had a lot of Native American genes, and I wanted to see how true it was. When the report came back, there were no huge surprises. I was mostly French Canadian, Irish, and then there was inexplicably some southern European, but it was small (9%) so I didn’t think much of…

Dear Current and Prospective Parents, Please Read This

Dear Prospective Parents (and current parents, this is good for you to read too), I understand you want to bring a beautiful, loving child into this world. I understand it’s programmed deep into our psychology and biology. I understand you genuinely believe you will be the best parent in the world and you can do no harm, and you will be so, so, SO loving and as long as you have read a few articles from people who are donor conceived, you’re in the clear. And you might be. Your baby who becomes a kid who becomes an adult could…

Confused Clone

I am writing this very stream of conscious because I am so confused and have no place I feel is a safe outlet. My mom is very abusive. She would scream at me until I sobbed then scream at me to stop crying. She’d accuse me of “giving her attitude” and then demand I stop defending myself when I tried to explain my side of her accusation. She called me a “fucking idiot,” “moron,” “asshole,” and other names. She would tell me that everyone thinks I’m an awful child and even my godmother– who I am very close with– thought…

raped by my stepdad

When I turned 16, I was very innocent. I also had very low self esteem and now looking back I feel like I had stockholm’s syndrome. He took advantage of me, he was violent both physically and with words. At the begining, he was coming to my bed at night and touching my boobs and I tried so hard to resist, but he was putting so much emotional pressure on me, my mum was really relying on him and this is why I found myself in this position of weakness. Then he was touching me in other places. Then someday…

Twisted up

I found out about my situation after the father who raised me had died, as a result of nearly finding out on my own through DNA evidence, and as a grown adult with a family of my own. I can accept that it was hidden for a time. That part is easy to forgive for awhile. But I was a black sheep, among my peers, among my family, and especially in comparison with my Dad. I think, at least as an adult, I would have had more respect for him had I known. As it was I was duped into…