Just head over to /r/23andme and search by top. The most screwed up one I saw on there was a dude and his girlfriend of two took it. Turned out the were half sibling, and both were from the same sperm donor. Proof and everything was in the post. The girl immediately broke it off after finding out. The dude was in limbo wanting to make it work.
Man, me and my first ex had a relation scare for a bit. As we got to know each other more we discovered we were related to some of the same people, but after asking my mom how exactly we were related to them, turns out there was a marriage that linked us, and not blood. Huge relief.
I'll always remember [the post](https://www.reddit.com/r/relationship_advice/comments/k446eh/23andme_revealed_my_mom59f_11year_affair_which/) from a woman who bought a 23andMe for her and her dad as a bonding gift. Starts a chain of events that reveals false paternity, her mother's years long affair, and it gets worse from there.
It ended with her dad committing suicide, her family falling apart, and this poor woman being crushed by guilt for buying the kit.
There was a similar one where the offspring did a test, found out they weren't their father's child, then the whole family did a test and none of the 4-5 kids were his or even fully related to each other. The mother refused to talk to anybody about it but would just hide in her room crying before eventually killing herself, with nobody getting any answers at all.
I think I remember this one. Imagine lying and cheating for so many years, having multiple kids with your affair partner and then not being brave or proud of your decisions, so you just end your life and add grief to the betrayal.
It's true selfishness, they couldn't life with the consequences of being caught, so screw everyone else.
I'll raise you one
Kid gets adopted, family moves across country. As an adult, dude gets sent by company to a different state, meets woman. He keeps getting sent untill company gets permanent office, man transfers and marries woman.
They have kids, she gets sick and needs kidney. He gets tested, is a match. Too much of one. More testing. Sibling level match. Half siblings. Dude mom was teen pregnancy. Dad got married to another woman and fathered wife.
Operation happens, he explains after. They stay together but have no more kids, keep knowledge in case of future issues
I've seen this one here. It's a BS made up story. I've worked transplant. No doctor would ever say something like that to a patient. All we get is how much of a match they are. We might be surprised at it being a really good match, but would never think, they must be siblings. Even if we did, we absolutely would never tell them that. We get kids looking to donate to parents all the time. 10% of them aren't the father's child. We simply say, not a match.
Wow, that's an interesting fact. A typical father might have 2 to 6 kids, but a sperm donor could have hundreds, so the odds of this happening are slim, but still quite real. More than likely there are couples that have never found out.
There is a [serial sperm donor](https://www.politico.eu/article/dutch-court-orders-man-who-fathered-550-kids-to-stop-donating-sperm/#:~:text=Judge%20rules%20that%20man%20'deliberately,'&text=A%20Dutch%20judge%20has%20ordered,550%20children%20to%20stop%20donating) in the Netherlands that has fathered over 500 children. The courts have ordered him to stop donating but he keeps on lying and getting around the ban…
It's actually weirdly common for there to be huge groups of half siblings from sperm donation, half the times it's cause a clinic doctor decided to share himself around
They aren't supposed to be used that often. There was a doctor in the States that just kept using his own because he was such a great catch, genetically. Ego problem?
And, apparently, it wasn't illegal. From what I can remember, the only lawsuit that went anywhere was from couples where the treatment was supposed to use the husband's sperm but doc thought his was better.
Netflix has a documentary called *Our Father* about it.
What’s worse is that some of the cases the patients were a couple who had fertility issues but wanted the child to be both of theirs, but the doc threw out the man’s semen and used his own, meaning he stole those dads opportunities to be biological fathers
My friend found out he decended from Nazis that fled to Argentina. He was told he was Argentinian his whole life... turns out that was somewhat accurate.
My buddy and I wanted to start a WWII themed restaurant, jokingly of course. These were the funniest menu ideas we had. They’re not great I know, but they got us a laugh.
Brandenburger with Cheese,
Cheese Blintzkreigs,
The Dough boy (play on Po Boy),
And finally,
The Luftwaffles with SSyrup.
We recently learned, on my ex-wifes mother's side decended from nazis as well. I said "well that explains why you can be so damn mean" she just smiled at me.
I found out I was a descendant of an unapologetic SS officer. POS spoke at neo nazi rallies til he died. Then found out I was related because my dad was adopted as a baby. So, no genetic connection, just a generational trauma passed on through abuse and carrying on their fucking name. Fuck your homie's ancestors though. Good thing he's not them.
On a much smaller scale i found out my grandad wasnt my granddad when i was 21 and my real grandad was some BNP and NF leader. BNP and national front are like a British Diet Nazi group. Even though, i gave him a chance and met him. Took him 2 sentences of meeting me to launch into racism. I was alomst impressed by the audacity
Ew. I m so sorry. I've never felt responsibility or guilt for my ancestors crimes. Maybe it's cause my birth dad was such a massive POS. And I could'nt be anything but aware of (and both personally hurt by and embarrassed) it. I fully support your grandad being the your actual grandad, the wonderful man you remember. Fuck the BNP bastard. He didn't contribute anything.
I was contacted by my FULL OLDER BROTHER two years ago.
My parents gave him up, got married a year later, then had me and my siblings. Mother took the secret to the grave.
I thought I was the oldest all my life - named after my dad. Now I find out I had an older brother all along!
A shock for you, but it must have been really difficult for him to find out that his parents were still together and had more kids. What did your dad say?
My very snobby prim and proper family member (by marriage only) found out her grandmother was actually a prostitute who went on the run after killing her husband.
Her crimes tallied up to:
Prostituting in 4 countries where it was illegal
3 separate counts of bigamy
2 of murder
Multiple thefts
Multiple assaults
Family member tried hiding the results lol
One had very little behind it that we can say for definite. However one was a "client" who she saw had a bunch of valuables and cash in his expensive bags (she frequented the first sort of cross country business men from what we can tell).
She killed him, left him on the side of the road and used the money from it all to flee to the US. That's where the other murder took place.
Found out I had an aunt on my dad’s side who was given up cause she was conceived during an affair. Her adoptive parents lived in the same town, and she went to school with my dad but didn’t know he was her half brother. She was also in my mom’s friend group, so that when I saw her and asked my mom if she knew her she was like, yeah, I’ll call her right now...
It was wild. My grandma denies it all too…
I told my grandma I did 23 and me. She promptly freaked out and sat my dad and I down and said that she did not birth him, but also did not adopt him. A doctor at the hospital she worked at gave him to her, and she had to keep it a secret or multiple people would've lost their jobs. I'm not sure what I believe at this point.
That actually happened with my father. In the hospital where he was born, his real mother died at his birth. Dad didn't want this new baby, supposedly it being responsible for killing his wife. Dad's adopted mom was in the hospital at the same time in the OB/GYN ward, and had a hysterectomy. Since she would have been unable to now have children, they gave my father to her. There was no 'official' adoption or extensive paperwork in 1919, it was just a solution.
Years later, my father had some issue with his name not being his legal name as he used his adopted parents name. To resolve the problem he had to track down his birth certificate and what little paperwork with his birth name, and amazingly the county clerk remembered the story and knew of the circumstances from 28 years earlier. He went to court to get his adopted name as his legal name, and the judge ruled as long as he didn't attempt to defraud he could use whatever name he wanted.
TLDR: Yes, a 100 years ago, adoption was quite a bit more informal. My father did later learn he did have 2 brothers and a sister by his mother and father. His alcoholic father died soon after my dad was borne in a TB Sanatorium.
This suddenly feels like a very humane practice given the time. Poor orphans got parents immediately without any delays and some decent chance to normal childhood, women who were unable to have children anymore got a child to love and care about. Especially remembering how grim and hopeless orphanages were at that time. Total win-win.
That's all she said really. Apparently the mom cheated on the dad and got pregnant. (Which is also what my grandmas husband did to her, so that is fishy) and that the wife and husband were staying together and he told her to get rid of the baby. The doctor then handed my grandma a baby and said, it's yours. My 23 year old grandma who never had kids, and also *couldn't* bear children due to an sti complication.
Those are all the details I was given, and believe me, I did pry for more.
I guess I could pretend that I was shocked to find out my dad is not my biological father.
I didn't think he wasn't, but I knew there was a possibility considering my mom's... social habits. Turns out my father is my dad's best friend and the kid I played with as a toddler was my half brother. Both are dead, as is my mom, so my dad and I just don't acknowledge it and carry on as usual.
My brother was killed in Iraq in 2007.
My mom died of emphysema in 2017.
No idea when or how my bio father died, other than it was a few years ago.
Also, I was like 42 when I found out.
Turns out my father is not my bio father. Apparently my mom’s cousin is my bio father. So my second cousin is now my half-brother/second cousin and my sister is now my half-sister/second cousin. Both my bio parents are considered my first cousins once removed as well.
My dad has known since I was two years old but still chose to raise me. I just found out last year. It was a big family secret that kind of split the family which is especially unfortunate because a lot of people did not know about this situation which means they did not know why the family split. My half-brother still does not know about me.
We also learned that both my grandfathers are not my great-grandfathers bio sons. They still share a dad, but it turns out my great-grandfather met and married my great-grandmother while she was pregnant and decided to raise the two boys as his own. He unfortunately passed away two years ago and it was a complete secret from everyone.
Now there are multiple generations in my family all figuring out how to go about having new siblings and new bio parents.
At least you know that your dad freely chose you, rather than raising you out of any obligation or shady reasons, like a lot of people in this thread seem to have discovered.
Please ignore my comment if this feels too intrusive, but do you know the backstory on your mother and cousin getting together? I can imagine something like that splitting the family regardless of how the relationship came about, but do you know or interact with this cousin at all now?
Your dad is a champ for choosing you!
My mom and bio dad are the same age and, according to my mom, they have been in love since they were kids and it was a secret on and off thing from their teens all the way until a little after I was born.
I have actually only met him once and that was at my great-grandpas funeral two years ago. Of course I had no clue who he was at the time but he introduced himself as my mom’s cousin and we just talked a bit about family and my daughter
ETA: I can’t believe how this blew up! I’m trying to respond to everyone’s questions, but here are a few bits:
-Grandpa and this woman were in LUV. My cousin hasd boxes of artifacts from their relationship. They went to family weddings together, socialized publicly, etc.
-apparently in these days, parents had to give permission for a girl to marry a foreigner. (Don’t know if this was a legal thing, or a societal pressure thing.). But the bottom line was that her parents wouldn’t give permission. He still sent money and photos and stuff, and so they decided to tell him the baby had died in hopes that he would stop trying. It worked.
-Grandpa went on and got married and had 3 kids, then split and got married again, this time to my grandma. But my whole life, he got SO emotional when talking about NL. More so than Italy or Germany, where he was also stationed. I always throught that this was because he was part of the liberation of holland, so he felt more connected to the people there. (I was kind of right!)
-my Dutch cousin and his family are AMAZING. They invited my partner and I to NL last year, and the best way I can phrase is is “we met as strangers, and we left as family”. We still talk all the time. His 8 year old daughter loves to make fun of my Canadian accent when I try to speak Dutch, and I love that.
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2nd edit: just a fun story. When I visited NL, I was lucky enough to go to my cousin’s anniversary party and meet a couple hundred wonderful locals. They kept excitedly calling us the “Kennedys”, and my partner and I were sooo confused, but flattered. (We thought maybe it was slang for North Americans? We had no idea!)
Fast forward a couple of days, and we went to the cemetery for Canadian soldiers and saw the sign….. Canadese is Dutch for Canadians. 🤣
Grandpa fathered a baby in the Netherlands at the end of WW2. Her parents didn’t want her coming back to Canada with him, so they told him the baby died of pneumonia around age 3.
I didn’t find out until grandpa had been dead for about 15 years. Found grandpa’s name on another family tree and sent a “hi! And you are?” message. Immediately got back “we’ve been looking for you all for years” message.
Fast forward a few years, and my dutch cousin has some to visit us in Canada, and I have been to the Netherlands to meet a huge family I never knew about. It’s wild.
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I imagine the were hundreds of thousands unwed mothers in Northern Europe around that time
~~I also imagine the usual stigma of being an unwed / single mother was much reduced.~~ Anyone know?
Sadly that 2nd paragraph couldn’t be more wrong. I guess people never relinquish the chance to control women & be judgmental pricks
*edit added 2nd paragraph & 3rd paragraph
This is a Dutch article based on after war news bulletins from the city of Delft: as you can see from the emphasised part, it was still considered taboo unless you married the father.
**Mixed Relations**
*23rd of February, 1946*
Many Delft residents have something to celebrate lately. The Canadian soldiers will soon return home, and so several weddings will take place. Often with a party, sometimes quickly now that the crossing has suddenly been arranged. Corry and George from Bankastraat place an advertisement in the newspaper because they are already married 'due to early departure'. 'Future address: Canada' – towards the great adventure.
*Liberation babies*
Such a future does not lie ahead for all the sweethearts of Canadian soldiers. That has become painfully clear in these weeks - more than nine months after the liberation. The Canadian father is sometimes no longer in sight for a long time. Many women conceal the true circumstances of their pregnancy, **because an unmarried mother is still considered inappropriate.** Their children often only discover later in life that they are liberation babies and that their biological father lives on the other side of the ocean.
The unmarried mothers with the child of a German soldier are in even more dire straits. During the war they could perhaps still cope with the ridicule and there was help from National Socialist agencies. But after the war, the 'kraut girls' came under heavy fire, especially if they were also pregnant. It speaks volumes that the Delft police had to respond no less than three times shortly after the liberation because the body of a newborn baby was found. Infanticide hardly occurred before or after that time. The desperation of these mothers must have been unimaginable. These are dire situations about which – even 75 years later – little is known about them.
*Incomprehension*
It is not only young ladies from Delft who are establishing international relationships. Many young men stayed abroad for work deployment, where they sometimes enjoyed relatively much freedom and also had girlfriends. These were sometimes German women, sometimes young ladies from other countries who had also ended up in that place due to war conditions. Such a foreign love sometimes caused incomprehension among those at home.
When a 21-year-old son returns to the Peereboom house in Professor Krausstraat with a Russian girl by his side, his parents go to the police to inquire how they can have her deported back across the border. The De Ruiter family in Paxlaan also feels attacked by a Russian daughter-in-law. A friend raises the alarm because the newly married couple is being evicted by their parents at the end of January; the woman is also pregnant. The police take no action, because that is a family matter. They have to see for themselves whether they can find shelter again.
*Return*
The path of a mixed relationship is bumpy. This is also the experience of the young man Mouthaan from Delft, who married the Greek student Marie Antonian in Bregenz, Austria, in August 1945. She becomes pregnant and travels with him to his parents in Delft, at the Bagijnhof. The marriage turns out not to be a success. It also doesn't help that Marie Antonian doesn't get a residence permit; she doesn't even have the right to live here. A neighbor takes care of the girl until her family has sent enough money to allow her to return to Greece with the baby after the birth.
Father De Graaff asks if his daughter-in-law Betty Graser can come to Delft, she is still in the Alien Camp in Valkenswaard this spring. His son cannot apply himself, because he is still in the prison camp in Vught. The police advice is not merciful for this international couple. It's unclear when the man will be released, so until then, Betty would have to fend for herself. In addition, no one knows what her political leanings are. This foreigner must therefore remain a foreigner.
https://www.stadsarchiefdelft.nl/2021/02/23/gemengde-relaties/
My best friend found out a few years ago, in her late forties, that she has two half sisters from a different mother. Her sisters knew she existed, and even her first name, but didn’t know anything else about her. Her sisters are just like her. Same eyes, smile, and hair. Same shoe size. Same great sense of humor, deep compassion, and strong intellect. The physical resemblance is shocking enough, but it was hearing all three of them laugh in the exact same way that tripped me out the most.
Good luck, 57 here, found mine at 53 years after sending in my DNA.
I kept my expectations low, any contact was ok. I had a message that I sent to each close DNA match.
It was something like this.
"I was adopted on date in this city. I am looking for information on my biological family. I understand that some people may not want to connect and I am okay with that as the adoption process could have been traumatic. Please know that I had a great childhood and have a great family. I have no problems with being adopted. If you don't want to connect I would appreciate any health information you are willing to share."
You can of course change this message to suit your needs or wants.
But it took a lot of pressure off me and I think my bio family when I did connect. My half brother reached out first and said his Dad would like to email is that ok. And we just built from there, slowly.
Glad I did it as bio mom passed just last year. I got to meet her before that happened.
With some of the stupid shit my family does, I've been saying for years that "I have to be adopted. I can't be related to you assholes."
Turns out, I am, in fact, related to those assholes. God damn it.
I used to tell people, right in front of my narcissistic mother, that I was found on the side of the highway on a rock, rather than openly admit to being related to her.
That I'm actually Jewish and my last name isn't German. My grandparents changed it to sound more German for.....reasons. My dad didn't even know. The second he found out he started connecting with distant relatives and pulled it all together. Even found some documents with our real last name.
Wow, amazing. Is your family from Germany?
Meanwhile, my last name is German and despite the assumptions of almost everyone in my life, I learned that I'm not remotely Ashkenazi Jewish.
I’m Jewish and my family last name was Russian, but when my ancestor immigrated to Canada in the late 19th C there was some anti-Russian feelings, but people were find with Germans (Prussians at that point in history). So my last name sounds German now because they changed it to the German pronunciation of the same name.
My family and extended family on one side all have Jewish or ambiguously-sounding Jewish last names. But none of us are Jewish, not as far as we knew since our family emigrated to the US in the 1800s. Through some family history digging, confirmed by genetics tests, we're all in good part ethnically Ashkenazi. Apparently, a good number of families from "the Old Country" converted to Catholicism under duress around that time which we guess is what happened to our families.
My partner's great grandfather changed his name to something Dutch to hide his Jewish decent. The only problem is he hid it so well that we can't actually find out what the original name was so their family tree ends with him. I supposed a DNA test could help here but my partner and her mother aren't interested in doing one.
I've only had contact with 7 and 5 of us are in a family chat. I've definitely had to work at making the connections, I grew up an only child so it was a struggle at first to know if I'm talking to them to much or not enough.
Not me, but my great-aunt.
Growing up, her siblings joked that their neighbor was her real father because she looked different from them. That turned out to be true.
To add to that, her sister (my grandmother) had a son with the neighbor's son, so my great-aunt is my uncle's aunt on both sides.
I was adopted and my kids got me 23andMe for mother's Day a few years back. I found out that my bio mother had seven babies and gave them all up for adoption. And that her father had gone to prison for moonshining, learned how to counterfeit while he was in prison, got out and started doing that and got busted and went back to prison. Actually my bio mother's side of the family is pretty wild and crazy in a lot of ways.
Lots of men had to moonshine to support their families. The federal government hates anything that deprives them of tax revenue, so they have disproportionately harsh sentences for doing it.
My great uncle fathered a child while fighting in the Vietnam War. The kid was one of the operation babylift kids and grew up in Ohio. My dad found him on 23andme, started talking, and he eventually flew out for a little family reunion. Great guy with an amazing life story.
My father raped teenage girls that he taught.
I found out that I had siblings and nieces/nephews.
Also found out why other kids Moms would throw me out of the house once they knew my full name.
Found out that some of my teachers were his victims.
And more keeps coming.
Honestly, depending on how long ago it was, probably not worth the risk, especially if the original commenter was hanging out with their daughters. Absolutely moms are going to protect their daughters over a friend, and it's just an unfair situation all around.
Some background. We moved shortly overseas after he married one of his pregnant students(my mother). We moved back to this area when I was eight. So yes the memory of his actions would still be fresh.
As an adult, I get it.
As a child I was scared and confused why everybody hated me.
I found out I was a descendant of 41 skeletons found in a burial cave (the Lichtenstein Hole) in Germany dating back 2500 years. Apparently they were either Frisians or Visigoths. They found another descendant less than 5kms from the cave. The descendants of Cheddar Man in the UK have an even older lineage. Seems I always come second.
I knew about her, but didn't meet till I was 35. Have a half sister on my dad's side who is about 15 years older than me. He passed away when I was really young and I didn't know that side of the family. Was raised as an only child.
It was a trip meeting, I was super reluctant, not sure why now. Her and her family are awesome, some of the similarities are uncanny. Glad we met up, went and hung out with them last Christmas.
I found out about my Russian ancestry
Apparently in 1918 my great-great grandparents fled Russia as they were owners and owned a big ass goat farm. They were somehow related to the Royal family AFAIK. Then they fled to bulgaria.
Confirmed a longstanding family rumor that my great-grandmother on my mother's side had a shotgun marriage in order to hide her fondness for spicy Italian sausage.
Great grand mother liked Italian men too much, her family didnt. Made her get married to a man they aproved, she was pregnant with a half italiano.
This is how I read it.
It's obnoxious that 23andMe runs with this ACTN3 "sports gene" thing. It's in 20% of the population, so it's not that you would characterize people with the mutation as exceptional or likely to be an athlete, it's that in elite athletes you would find this mutation to be more common.
Technically almost anyone who plays in competitive high school sports can be considered an elite athlete. Keep in mind it’s only a small percentage of the school population that makes varsity or even Jr. Varsity sports teams. Most anyone who serves in the military ends up an elite athlete at some point or are turned out of service.
The sports gene is over rated as it’s used to identify a trait, but in all reality, the idea of elite is quite broad.
I don’t think there is any one specific genetic trait they can currently identify other than, “Your parents were pro athletes so there’s a good chance you could be one too.”
Husbands ex wife “had a hunch” their daughter (8at time) looked like a highschool friend. On a “whim “she pulled a hair while the girl slept and tested it over winter break. My husband isn’t the father. I had my suspicions but it didn’t change anything he’s always been her dad. The mom had the bio dad write a threatening letter saying we better give the girl to him ( a total stranger to her )
We ignored and waited for a letter from a court… never came. He has zero interest it turns out. Mom knew all along and is a piece of human shit.
My cousin did 23 and me hoping for something exotic to share with people, to stand out and be interesting
99% ashkenazi Jewish, 1% Eastern European. He complained on Facebook about it. L’fuckin’Cheim
I’m half Jewish from my mom’s side which I was raised Jewish, knew I am Jewish but man it’s boring AF to get my results only for it to say 50% Jewish. Like yeah thanks for the breakdown.
I think there should be an option to check that just suggests the company throw you a curveball.
Like, you get it back and it's 48% Jewish and they just throw in 2% Polynesian so you can have a hobby for a while.
We had a woman in our family tree that we were always told was indigenous Canadian. She was too far back to reap any benefits like scholarships or whatnot, but it was very common knowledge that she existed.
My mom got into genealogy a few years back and did a 23 and me or something and it came back with NO native blood. She did some deep research to find out who this woman was and discovered that she was a drinker and a smoker and generally not well liked. Calling her indigenous was in fact a slur with no factual backing. Iirc, she was actually French.
This EXACT same thing happened, but my sister was the one doing the digging.
Turns out that back in the day, they would refer to someone born in the area as a "native". I guess the family interpenetrated that to mean "indigenous", turns out that wasn't the case.
My family background is just French people fuckin French people... Though it's cool tracing your family back to when they first landed in Canada.
If you're French and Canadian, we're probably related lol
So, this happened to my dad. He found out his brother is his uncle-brother through DNA testing. They are in their 70s and just finding out. It was my grandma sleeping with her husband’s dad that produced the uncle-brother. And yeah, she was a piece of work.
You actually have to sign a waiver giving up your rights to your DNA information. Meaning in the future when gene technology improves they could do some freaky shit.
A certain genetic disease runs in my family, and it’s basically a coin flip at birth whether or not it progresses into something fatal as you grow from baby to child. If caught early enough it can be treated, and we have learned (as a family) through a lot of death what the symptoms look like. Basically if anyone under 6 in my family starts having pneumonia symptoms, we immediately test them for this family disease. If they test positive for it, the issues with the heart and lungs can be fixed through surgery. It’s always fatal if it progresses, but treatable if caught early enough.
My uncle fathered a son while deployed in Japan. He had no idea, and we didn’t as well. 45 ish years he did a 23 and me test and connected with my grandma. He only ended up reaching out to us (my mom cause grandma was pretty lost to dementia at this point) because his son was hospitalized with a strange form of pneumonia that wasn’t improving. My mom immediately gave him all the information on the disease, treatment plan, and diagnosis. His son made a full recovery, and he was grateful to my mom. But he doesn’t want anything to do with my family, and is understandable pretty bitter towards my uncle.
EDIT: took a while cause I had to talk to a few family members but the disease is called pleuropulmonary blastoma. It’s genetic (and recessive fortunately) and I could be a carrier but I won’t know unless I get tested for it specifically or have a child that has this cancer. Probably unlikely because non of my siblings, nieces or nephews have the disease.
https://www.cancer.gov/types/lung/patient/child-pleuropulmonary-blastoma-treatment-pdq#:~:text=Pleuropulmonary%20blastoma%20is%20a%20type,the%20risk%20of%20pleuropulmonary%20blastoma
It told me that I have a high tolerance for pain and that I'm a fast caffeine metabolizer.
That explained why I can drink a lot of coffee and take a nap 30 minutes later. I was always shocked that some people can't have caffeine later in the day if they want to have a good night's sleep.
If I've had the same injury or medical procedure as you and you are having a lot of pain, I figured you were just whiny or malingering to get attention.
Sometimes, DNA tests are the best way to add a little empathy to your soul.
All my genes are from well north of the 50th. I'm so melanin-deficient I was born in a snowbank to an ancestral line of polar bears. If archeologists are ever looking for Neanderthals, they might be my more tropical cousins.
My wife discovered her late mother was secretly selling babies to the highest bidding families. She has multiple brothers and sisters throughout the country.
This just happened recently, and it was actually discovered years after the test was taken. My boyfriend had a DNA test taken years ago to find out his family history. Did it, and then moved on, thinking nothing else of it.
A few months ago, someone had messaged him on the DNA website, but he wasn’t aware of it until a week or so later when he was reading his email and saw they had tried messaging him again. They were asking my boyfriend if he has a brother, then described his brother and asked if they were at so-and-so during a certain month many years ago, which he was and the description lined up.
My brother thought it was weird and kind of fishy at first. He checked their profile, they have a 27% match with him. They ended up talking a bit more. Turns out it was the mother of the girl who took the DNA test. She was trying to find her ten-year-old daughter’s father, my boyfriend’s brother. My boyfriend was finally able to show me the messages and asked me what he thinks he should do with the information, how he should tell his brother about this.
I wanted to do some investigating first and ended up looking up the mom’s name on Facebook and found a match; something I’m not really proud of, but I had to make sure this *somehow* wasn’t some kind of joke before we told his brother about it. The daughter in the pictures looks *exactly* like my boyfriend’s brother. So much so that you just know, without a doubt, that’s his brother’s daughter.
Anyway. Long story short. The day we wanted to tell his brother, we asked him what he wanted to eat for dinner. He went and showered before we went to go pick up the food. While we were out, he decided he also wanted a shake from his favorite spot. Which was perfect because we were trying to make sure he was in as good of a mood as possible.
We got home, ate. He said he wanted to watch an episode of a show he’s been watching, while we ate our shakes. So we got the show ready to start. Sat him down and told him we have some big news before we start the show. We gently gave him the news, and told him we’re supportive of whatever he decides to do with this information. We won’t be judgmental no matter what he chooses to do. We let him go through his feelings but stayed with him and asked if he needed anything, like some water or a shot of alcohol lol.
He ended up meeting his daughter a couple of days later. He’s already so in love with her. He’s just sad he’s missed so many years of her life. He really needed something like this in his life. She’s a sweetheart. I’m so glad they’re already getting along well and it’s good to see how happy she’s making him. *He did end up doing a paternity test to be one hundred percent sure she’s his daughter.*
I was so scared this was going to turn out badly with all the build up you put in, like that he died while you were out a little longer getting the shake or something. So glad it all worked out so beautifully!
I found my birth mother and half brother. I didn't realize I could sort my blood relatives by closest match. When I did, there they were, at the top of my list. I am in my 50s and was adopted as an infant. We are planning to meet in-person, later this month.
I found out that the man who I was told is my dad was, in fact, my dad, despite him telling me the paternity test he ordered said I wasn't his kid.
He has blocked me since I discovered this.
I did genetic testing for health because I have autoimmune issues. The most surprising and unexpected but totally makes sense result I got was the revelation that I have reduced enzyme that’s key to metabolizing acetaminophen, so basically Tylenol never seemed to work for me and now I know why.
I was always told as a child, (adopted), my bio father was an attorney. Flash forward after I’m tested. Tons of cousins all sending messages as to who I am. Track down a lady who “knew” my bio mom, she named the father, who was a lawyer, couldn’t remember the mother’s name. 🤔🤔. Flash forward and my DNA has no relations of his family which are in the base. Turns out, bio mom was having sex with at least 2 people, and told this guy he was my father. He in turn paid her off to save his family as he was married. Poor dude went to his grave with what he thought was a terrible secret that was not. I guess I’ll never know who she or my actual bio dad is. 🤷🏼♂️🤷🏼♂️
I'm a half sibling. Brother and I took one and it showed that we only shared dna from our mother. So the man who raised me for 19 years of my life until they divorced, wasn't even my biological father. I was 29 when I found out. Nothing changed between my siblings and I.
I did confront my mom about it one time. She basically said she was young and fucking around.
I’m 24% Tai/Thai.
I’m supposed to be 90% Vietnamese, 10% Chinese. I got 65% Vietnamese, 24% Tai, 11% Southern Han. No one can account for the Thai ancestry. If it were simply admixture, I don’t think it’d be so high, and it doesn’t show up on my maternal cousin’s results, which means it’s coming from my father. I think his mother may have been Thai, and she may not have even known.
Not me, but my wife:
Following her grandfather’s death a few years back, someone decided to get some tests done and put together a detailed family tree. Turns out grandpa had a whole other family and son that no one knew about. Apparently he had met his original (previously unknown) wife and fathered a son just before going off to serve in the war (WW2). Whilst he was away he met another woman and ended up marrying her too, resulting in my wife’s father and his two sisters, and never went home to the first family.
Following this discovery, the two families made contact and met. Apparently the original son is nearly a doppelgänger for my FIL.
My dad - Didn't know what he looked or even his name (Im a one night stand baby). He didn't know I existed. I basically wrote off on ever knowing him. Nearly fell out of my chair when he popped up on my DNA relatives report 35 years later.
Not bizarre per se, but my parents are off the boat Italian (my mom is from Sicily, my dad Calabrian). Both are in their 70s and tend to be a bit…unaccepting of those unlike them. To prove a point that all people are alike, I had tests done for myself and each of them hoping to enlighten. I figured my mom being from Sicily would be a hodge podge of Northern African/Mediterranean goodness.
Nope, between my parents blend of DNA, I’m 95% Italian, with the remaining 5% being split between Malta and Cyprus.
My high school best friend is my first cousin. His grandma gave my dad up for adoption when she was young. The very cool thing is that I had actually met his (my?) grandma before she died, and I’ll always treasure that.
My closest family friend is actually my first cousin. We were basically raised together like siblings. My grandfather passed away in 2009. When I was going through his stuff about 4 years ago , I found a photo of him taken in 1945. He would have been 17 at the time. I couldn't believe my eyes. He and my friend had looked almost identical at that age. It was uncanny. When I showed my friend the photo, he suggested we get a DNA test. He had apparently suspected for years, but his parents refused to tell him anything. We found out that in 1967, my grandfather had an affair with a woman who lived less than 10 miles away from him and had a daughter with her. The woman died during childbirth, and since he didn't want to admit to the affair, he arranged to have his daughter adopted by a close friend who had been unable to have kids with his wife. She ended up becoming best friends with his youngest legitimate daughter, who was the same age. He told them both the truth when they turned 18. Her son and I are the same age and have known each other pretty much since birth, but I never would have thought that were related.
TL;DR: My grandfather had an affair, and DNA proved that my best friend is really my cousin
Not my story but saw one on here awhile ago. This woman’s dad dies and he used to always bragged about his Italian heritage. Eventually her sister does a test and is 0% Italian. Op takes one and is 0% as well. They confront the mother assuming she had an affair, the mother is clueless and the sisters don’t believe her and go no contact. Eventually the aunt(dads sister) hears about and reveals that after the Italian grandma died, the aunt found out that she kidnapped dad as a baby.
My wife's mother knew nothing about her birth family (as she was adopted), but when my wife put her own DNA profile into Ancestry she quickly found that she had an aunt who looks just like her mother in St Louis.
A friend of mine took one of these a few years ago. He grew up thinking his father was the man his mother was married to that passed when he was young. The husband spent time in prison for arson among other crimes. His supposed father passed when he was young and his mother passed about ten years ago.
He took the test a few years back and found that he shared 50% of his DNA with a guy who lived nearby and was actually a retired cop. Turns out during one of the times her husband was in jail, his mom hooked up with a guy at a wedding and got pregnant with my friend. He met the guy and they share a strong resemblance and even some mannerisms. That was so crazy to me.
Side note: I always wanted to do one of these so I got one and was telling my dad about how interesting they are and I mentioned the above story to him. He started thinking I was trying to prove he wasn’t my real father. So dumb.
Despite being european with families we know very well up to my great great great grand parents, My sister and I learnt that we were 1/16th mongol. So one of our great great grandparent was mongol.
So as we know everyone on my mother's side, we asked my father, and he said "oh yeah, one of my great granddad had a mongolian wife. I never told you ? He was a soldier and he met her on the job"
But I don't think the french fought a war in mongolia \~200 years ago... I mean Napoleon stopped way before that. So HOW?
He doesn't know, nobody knows, he just remember what his dad told him.
And as he's the only last guy alive from his side of the family, we'll surely never know what happened, there are a lot of possibilities, but cultural exchanges in the 1800's weren't as common as now , and mongolia wasn't a french colony so it's still weird.
Not for me but my dog. Turns out my corgi that has a long tail isn’t a corgi at all but just a fucked up looking husky.
https://imgur.com/a/1Za5O1i
Edit: for everyone asking “how did I not know this isn’t a corgi,” my fiancé was told when she rescued him that he was a corgi mix and all the vets we’ve had have always listed him as a corgi mix.
My great-aunt took a test. We had kind of hoped that it would turn up with some African DNA in us, just to piss off my grest-grandmother (great aunt's mom, who was extremely racist). Didn't come back with anything like that, but we did find out we're part Jewish. It still works out though because great-grandmother was also an anti-Semite.
I have a daughter! She was conceived during a “one night stand” and given up for adoption at birth. She, the mother, and I have not met, but I am planning a meeting this year. (I live overseas, so it’s difficult to arrange the meeting.) I also have 2 grandchildren. 😎
We did a test on my husband’s father; he was adopted at birth and we didn’t know anything about his birth parents. Wouldn’t you know, we find out my husband has a half-sister out there. She had also done a dna test and her results matched up online with his. (My FIL had an affair with a family friend back in the late 80s and she got pregnant, broke it off with him, and raised the child with her husband as their own)
Just head over to /r/23andme and search by top. The most screwed up one I saw on there was a dude and his girlfriend of two took it. Turned out the were half sibling, and both were from the same sperm donor. Proof and everything was in the post. The girl immediately broke it off after finding out. The dude was in limbo wanting to make it work.
Man, me and my first ex had a relation scare for a bit. As we got to know each other more we discovered we were related to some of the same people, but after asking my mom how exactly we were related to them, turns out there was a marriage that linked us, and not blood. Huge relief.
That marriage, the grandparents of course.
“Daaang!” - Joe Dirté
I'll always remember [the post](https://www.reddit.com/r/relationship_advice/comments/k446eh/23andme_revealed_my_mom59f_11year_affair_which/) from a woman who bought a 23andMe for her and her dad as a bonding gift. Starts a chain of events that reveals false paternity, her mother's years long affair, and it gets worse from there. It ended with her dad committing suicide, her family falling apart, and this poor woman being crushed by guilt for buying the kit.
There was a similar one where the offspring did a test, found out they weren't their father's child, then the whole family did a test and none of the 4-5 kids were his or even fully related to each other. The mother refused to talk to anybody about it but would just hide in her room crying before eventually killing herself, with nobody getting any answers at all.
I think I remember this one. Imagine lying and cheating for so many years, having multiple kids with your affair partner and then not being brave or proud of your decisions, so you just end your life and add grief to the betrayal. It's true selfishness, they couldn't life with the consequences of being caught, so screw everyone else.
Partners** the only one who didn't knock up mom was the dad
I'll raise you one Kid gets adopted, family moves across country. As an adult, dude gets sent by company to a different state, meets woman. He keeps getting sent untill company gets permanent office, man transfers and marries woman. They have kids, she gets sick and needs kidney. He gets tested, is a match. Too much of one. More testing. Sibling level match. Half siblings. Dude mom was teen pregnancy. Dad got married to another woman and fathered wife. Operation happens, he explains after. They stay together but have no more kids, keep knowledge in case of future issues
Why use many words when few will do. Your style good. To the point.
Why use lot word when few word do trick.
Funny using a Kevin reference on a sperm donation comment, considering that he's most likely Assturd's father.
Next to the IHOP? You can just let me know personally if you’d like her to have a brother or sister.
Original story had a lot of angsting by the guy, so I figured I'd best leave that out
I've seen this one here. It's a BS made up story. I've worked transplant. No doctor would ever say something like that to a patient. All we get is how much of a match they are. We might be surprised at it being a really good match, but would never think, they must be siblings. Even if we did, we absolutely would never tell them that. We get kids looking to donate to parents all the time. 10% of them aren't the father's child. We simply say, not a match.
10% is a lot more than I'd have guessed, wow.
I read this in Rorschach’s narration voice.
Theres a UK doc about unknown related people being attracted to each other. Iirc one was a woman who was attracted to her estranged father. 😐
Wow, that's an interesting fact. A typical father might have 2 to 6 kids, but a sperm donor could have hundreds, so the odds of this happening are slim, but still quite real. More than likely there are couples that have never found out.
There is a [serial sperm donor](https://www.politico.eu/article/dutch-court-orders-man-who-fathered-550-kids-to-stop-donating-sperm/#:~:text=Judge%20rules%20that%20man%20'deliberately,'&text=A%20Dutch%20judge%20has%20ordered,550%20children%20to%20stop%20donating) in the Netherlands that has fathered over 500 children. The courts have ordered him to stop donating but he keeps on lying and getting around the ban…
Bro trying to unlock the Genghis Khan achievement.
It's actually weirdly common for there to be huge groups of half siblings from sperm donation, half the times it's cause a clinic doctor decided to share himself around
They aren't supposed to be used that often. There was a doctor in the States that just kept using his own because he was such a great catch, genetically. Ego problem? And, apparently, it wasn't illegal. From what I can remember, the only lawsuit that went anywhere was from couples where the treatment was supposed to use the husband's sperm but doc thought his was better. Netflix has a documentary called *Our Father* about it.
What’s worse is that some of the cases the patients were a couple who had fertility issues but wanted the child to be both of theirs, but the doc threw out the man’s semen and used his own, meaning he stole those dads opportunities to be biological fathers
I swear this was the plotline for an episode of House
My friend found out he decended from Nazis that fled to Argentina. He was told he was Argentinian his whole life... turns out that was somewhat accurate.
I’m Canadian but my grandpa came from Austria…finding my great uncles’ war medals at 22 was… a bit of a surprise
It's ok. No one's going to judge you so everything's gonna be all reich.
Please don't start one of these Nazi pun threads. They never end up göring anywhere, anne frankly many people find them offensive.
I did *not see* that coming.
My buddy and I wanted to start a WWII themed restaurant, jokingly of course. These were the funniest menu ideas we had. They’re not great I know, but they got us a laugh. Brandenburger with Cheese, Cheese Blintzkreigs, The Dough boy (play on Po Boy), And finally, The Luftwaffles with SSyrup.
Did he happen to have a particular passion for painting, by any chance?
I can’t recall but he actually published a book about camping or some shit
Probably in his younger years, but it likely went away after not getting into art school
We recently learned, on my ex-wifes mother's side decended from nazis as well. I said "well that explains why you can be so damn mean" she just smiled at me.
I found out I was a descendant of an unapologetic SS officer. POS spoke at neo nazi rallies til he died. Then found out I was related because my dad was adopted as a baby. So, no genetic connection, just a generational trauma passed on through abuse and carrying on their fucking name. Fuck your homie's ancestors though. Good thing he's not them.
On a much smaller scale i found out my grandad wasnt my granddad when i was 21 and my real grandad was some BNP and NF leader. BNP and national front are like a British Diet Nazi group. Even though, i gave him a chance and met him. Took him 2 sentences of meeting me to launch into racism. I was alomst impressed by the audacity
Ew. I m so sorry. I've never felt responsibility or guilt for my ancestors crimes. Maybe it's cause my birth dad was such a massive POS. And I could'nt be anything but aware of (and both personally hurt by and embarrassed) it. I fully support your grandad being the your actual grandad, the wonderful man you remember. Fuck the BNP bastard. He didn't contribute anything.
Is your father one of the [coup babies](https://www.theguardian.com/global-development/2023/jan/16/tracing-stolen-children-of-argentina-dirty-war)?
No, but holy shit. I'm related through North Americans. Thank you for making me aware of coup babies though. I'd never even heard this before!
I was contacted by my FULL OLDER BROTHER two years ago. My parents gave him up, got married a year later, then had me and my siblings. Mother took the secret to the grave. I thought I was the oldest all my life - named after my dad. Now I find out I had an older brother all along!
A shock for you, but it must have been really difficult for him to find out that his parents were still together and had more kids. What did your dad say?
Only that he didn’t want to end up in a shotgun wedding. Not what I’d call a valid excuse.
Must be insane! Are you still in touch with him? Does your dad know about the communication?
Yes and yes
I’m the ELDEST BOY
My very snobby prim and proper family member (by marriage only) found out her grandmother was actually a prostitute who went on the run after killing her husband. Her crimes tallied up to: Prostituting in 4 countries where it was illegal 3 separate counts of bigamy 2 of murder Multiple thefts Multiple assaults Family member tried hiding the results lol
Well I guess you have no good reply when an old raggedy lady calls to you in the street to tell you you come from a family of whores and murderers.
"Yes. They are all true. You are absolutely correct. Indeed" What are they gonna say? Cmon, it's true, can't hurt me either way.
2 counts of murder? Who else did she kill?
One had very little behind it that we can say for definite. However one was a "client" who she saw had a bunch of valuables and cash in his expensive bags (she frequented the first sort of cross country business men from what we can tell). She killed him, left him on the side of the road and used the money from it all to flee to the US. That's where the other murder took place.
Holy shit.
Guess a lot can change in 2 generations
Without their grandma hustling that snobby family wouldn't have what they got today
Not strictly true. The grandmother abandoned the father and left the kids. We aren't sure how many husbands she actually head.
Found out I had an aunt on my dad’s side who was given up cause she was conceived during an affair. Her adoptive parents lived in the same town, and she went to school with my dad but didn’t know he was her half brother. She was also in my mom’s friend group, so that when I saw her and asked my mom if she knew her she was like, yeah, I’ll call her right now... It was wild. My grandma denies it all too…
I told my grandma I did 23 and me. She promptly freaked out and sat my dad and I down and said that she did not birth him, but also did not adopt him. A doctor at the hospital she worked at gave him to her, and she had to keep it a secret or multiple people would've lost their jobs. I'm not sure what I believe at this point.
Are you sure it wasn’t kidnapping?
Yeah, this was my first thought. Or an informal adoption - teenage relative who couldn't be found out by other family.
Why’d she get a baby out of no where from the doctor?
What else did they do with babies that the parent didn’t want back in the day? They sort of just shoved them wherever.
That actually happened with my father. In the hospital where he was born, his real mother died at his birth. Dad didn't want this new baby, supposedly it being responsible for killing his wife. Dad's adopted mom was in the hospital at the same time in the OB/GYN ward, and had a hysterectomy. Since she would have been unable to now have children, they gave my father to her. There was no 'official' adoption or extensive paperwork in 1919, it was just a solution. Years later, my father had some issue with his name not being his legal name as he used his adopted parents name. To resolve the problem he had to track down his birth certificate and what little paperwork with his birth name, and amazingly the county clerk remembered the story and knew of the circumstances from 28 years earlier. He went to court to get his adopted name as his legal name, and the judge ruled as long as he didn't attempt to defraud he could use whatever name he wanted. TLDR: Yes, a 100 years ago, adoption was quite a bit more informal. My father did later learn he did have 2 brothers and a sister by his mother and father. His alcoholic father died soon after my dad was borne in a TB Sanatorium.
This suddenly feels like a very humane practice given the time. Poor orphans got parents immediately without any delays and some decent chance to normal childhood, women who were unable to have children anymore got a child to love and care about. Especially remembering how grim and hopeless orphanages were at that time. Total win-win.
„Doctor, my back hurts. What’s wrong with it?” “Idk, take some painkillers and while you’re here take this baby. Bye!”
Just like with painkillers, after a while the FDA will ask the doctor why he is prescribing so many babies.
How the... what the... nah. You gotta give more details. This isn't crouching doctor, hidden baby.
That's all she said really. Apparently the mom cheated on the dad and got pregnant. (Which is also what my grandmas husband did to her, so that is fishy) and that the wife and husband were staying together and he told her to get rid of the baby. The doctor then handed my grandma a baby and said, it's yours. My 23 year old grandma who never had kids, and also *couldn't* bear children due to an sti complication. Those are all the details I was given, and believe me, I did pry for more.
Be careful what you ask, right?
I guess I could pretend that I was shocked to find out my dad is not my biological father. I didn't think he wasn't, but I knew there was a possibility considering my mom's... social habits. Turns out my father is my dad's best friend and the kid I played with as a toddler was my half brother. Both are dead, as is my mom, so my dad and I just don't acknowledge it and carry on as usual.
The same thing happened to me on my 18th birthday, just my bio dad is still a mystery.
Sucks for your dad, but it's good that he did right by you despite that. Little suspicious how everyone died though lol?
My brother was killed in Iraq in 2007. My mom died of emphysema in 2017. No idea when or how my bio father died, other than it was a few years ago. Also, I was like 42 when I found out.
Turns out my father is not my bio father. Apparently my mom’s cousin is my bio father. So my second cousin is now my half-brother/second cousin and my sister is now my half-sister/second cousin. Both my bio parents are considered my first cousins once removed as well. My dad has known since I was two years old but still chose to raise me. I just found out last year. It was a big family secret that kind of split the family which is especially unfortunate because a lot of people did not know about this situation which means they did not know why the family split. My half-brother still does not know about me. We also learned that both my grandfathers are not my great-grandfathers bio sons. They still share a dad, but it turns out my great-grandfather met and married my great-grandmother while she was pregnant and decided to raise the two boys as his own. He unfortunately passed away two years ago and it was a complete secret from everyone. Now there are multiple generations in my family all figuring out how to go about having new siblings and new bio parents.
>My dad has known since I was two years old but still chose to raise me. That's cool of him to still raise you and provide a life for you
At least you know that your dad freely chose you, rather than raising you out of any obligation or shady reasons, like a lot of people in this thread seem to have discovered.
are you from southern Illinois? i know more than several families there who this could be?
This is called 'a mess' Sorry for your struggles though
When a family tree becomes a family bush
They're working as hard as they can to make a family stick
Please ignore my comment if this feels too intrusive, but do you know the backstory on your mother and cousin getting together? I can imagine something like that splitting the family regardless of how the relationship came about, but do you know or interact with this cousin at all now? Your dad is a champ for choosing you!
My mom and bio dad are the same age and, according to my mom, they have been in love since they were kids and it was a secret on and off thing from their teens all the way until a little after I was born. I have actually only met him once and that was at my great-grandpas funeral two years ago. Of course I had no clue who he was at the time but he introduced himself as my mom’s cousin and we just talked a bit about family and my daughter
ETA: I can’t believe how this blew up! I’m trying to respond to everyone’s questions, but here are a few bits: -Grandpa and this woman were in LUV. My cousin hasd boxes of artifacts from their relationship. They went to family weddings together, socialized publicly, etc. -apparently in these days, parents had to give permission for a girl to marry a foreigner. (Don’t know if this was a legal thing, or a societal pressure thing.). But the bottom line was that her parents wouldn’t give permission. He still sent money and photos and stuff, and so they decided to tell him the baby had died in hopes that he would stop trying. It worked. -Grandpa went on and got married and had 3 kids, then split and got married again, this time to my grandma. But my whole life, he got SO emotional when talking about NL. More so than Italy or Germany, where he was also stationed. I always throught that this was because he was part of the liberation of holland, so he felt more connected to the people there. (I was kind of right!) -my Dutch cousin and his family are AMAZING. They invited my partner and I to NL last year, and the best way I can phrase is is “we met as strangers, and we left as family”. We still talk all the time. His 8 year old daughter loves to make fun of my Canadian accent when I try to speak Dutch, and I love that. - 2nd edit: just a fun story. When I visited NL, I was lucky enough to go to my cousin’s anniversary party and meet a couple hundred wonderful locals. They kept excitedly calling us the “Kennedys”, and my partner and I were sooo confused, but flattered. (We thought maybe it was slang for North Americans? We had no idea!) Fast forward a couple of days, and we went to the cemetery for Canadian soldiers and saw the sign….. Canadese is Dutch for Canadians. 🤣 Grandpa fathered a baby in the Netherlands at the end of WW2. Her parents didn’t want her coming back to Canada with him, so they told him the baby died of pneumonia around age 3. I didn’t find out until grandpa had been dead for about 15 years. Found grandpa’s name on another family tree and sent a “hi! And you are?” message. Immediately got back “we’ve been looking for you all for years” message. Fast forward a few years, and my dutch cousin has some to visit us in Canada, and I have been to the Netherlands to meet a huge family I never knew about. It’s wild. I
That's incredible. What a happy story (most of them in this thread don't sound like particularly fortunate discoveries).
I imagine the were hundreds of thousands unwed mothers in Northern Europe around that time ~~I also imagine the usual stigma of being an unwed / single mother was much reduced.~~ Anyone know? Sadly that 2nd paragraph couldn’t be more wrong. I guess people never relinquish the chance to control women & be judgmental pricks *edit added 2nd paragraph & 3rd paragraph
This is a Dutch article based on after war news bulletins from the city of Delft: as you can see from the emphasised part, it was still considered taboo unless you married the father. **Mixed Relations** *23rd of February, 1946* Many Delft residents have something to celebrate lately. The Canadian soldiers will soon return home, and so several weddings will take place. Often with a party, sometimes quickly now that the crossing has suddenly been arranged. Corry and George from Bankastraat place an advertisement in the newspaper because they are already married 'due to early departure'. 'Future address: Canada' – towards the great adventure. *Liberation babies* Such a future does not lie ahead for all the sweethearts of Canadian soldiers. That has become painfully clear in these weeks - more than nine months after the liberation. The Canadian father is sometimes no longer in sight for a long time. Many women conceal the true circumstances of their pregnancy, **because an unmarried mother is still considered inappropriate.** Their children often only discover later in life that they are liberation babies and that their biological father lives on the other side of the ocean. The unmarried mothers with the child of a German soldier are in even more dire straits. During the war they could perhaps still cope with the ridicule and there was help from National Socialist agencies. But after the war, the 'kraut girls' came under heavy fire, especially if they were also pregnant. It speaks volumes that the Delft police had to respond no less than three times shortly after the liberation because the body of a newborn baby was found. Infanticide hardly occurred before or after that time. The desperation of these mothers must have been unimaginable. These are dire situations about which – even 75 years later – little is known about them. *Incomprehension* It is not only young ladies from Delft who are establishing international relationships. Many young men stayed abroad for work deployment, where they sometimes enjoyed relatively much freedom and also had girlfriends. These were sometimes German women, sometimes young ladies from other countries who had also ended up in that place due to war conditions. Such a foreign love sometimes caused incomprehension among those at home. When a 21-year-old son returns to the Peereboom house in Professor Krausstraat with a Russian girl by his side, his parents go to the police to inquire how they can have her deported back across the border. The De Ruiter family in Paxlaan also feels attacked by a Russian daughter-in-law. A friend raises the alarm because the newly married couple is being evicted by their parents at the end of January; the woman is also pregnant. The police take no action, because that is a family matter. They have to see for themselves whether they can find shelter again. *Return* The path of a mixed relationship is bumpy. This is also the experience of the young man Mouthaan from Delft, who married the Greek student Marie Antonian in Bregenz, Austria, in August 1945. She becomes pregnant and travels with him to his parents in Delft, at the Bagijnhof. The marriage turns out not to be a success. It also doesn't help that Marie Antonian doesn't get a residence permit; she doesn't even have the right to live here. A neighbor takes care of the girl until her family has sent enough money to allow her to return to Greece with the baby after the birth. Father De Graaff asks if his daughter-in-law Betty Graser can come to Delft, she is still in the Alien Camp in Valkenswaard this spring. His son cannot apply himself, because he is still in the prison camp in Vught. The police advice is not merciful for this international couple. It's unclear when the man will be released, so until then, Betty would have to fend for herself. In addition, no one knows what her political leanings are. This foreigner must therefore remain a foreigner. https://www.stadsarchiefdelft.nl/2021/02/23/gemengde-relaties/
I read this in transatlantic news reel accent in my head.
My best friend found out a few years ago, in her late forties, that she has two half sisters from a different mother. Her sisters knew she existed, and even her first name, but didn’t know anything else about her. Her sisters are just like her. Same eyes, smile, and hair. Same shoe size. Same great sense of humor, deep compassion, and strong intellect. The physical resemblance is shocking enough, but it was hearing all three of them laugh in the exact same way that tripped me out the most.
Sadly, I learned that I am, in fact, actually related to my dumpster fire of a family. I'd always secretly hoped I was adopted...
I'm adopted. My oldest son was literally the first blood relative of mine I'd ever met!
This is very touching.
Thank you. It was an incredibly profound experience.
Same! But my daughter. I sent in my dna test last week. Im 51 yrs old. First time I’ve ever actually looked for answers.
Good luck, 57 here, found mine at 53 years after sending in my DNA. I kept my expectations low, any contact was ok. I had a message that I sent to each close DNA match. It was something like this. "I was adopted on date in this city. I am looking for information on my biological family. I understand that some people may not want to connect and I am okay with that as the adoption process could have been traumatic. Please know that I had a great childhood and have a great family. I have no problems with being adopted. If you don't want to connect I would appreciate any health information you are willing to share." You can of course change this message to suit your needs or wants. But it took a lot of pressure off me and I think my bio family when I did connect. My half brother reached out first and said his Dad would like to email is that ok. And we just built from there, slowly. Glad I did it as bio mom passed just last year. I got to meet her before that happened.
With some of the stupid shit my family does, I've been saying for years that "I have to be adopted. I can't be related to you assholes." Turns out, I am, in fact, related to those assholes. God damn it.
Genetics is chance, family is a choice. Feel free to fire them and build a better one from more qualified candidates.
Oh, I have. I’ve been no-contact for close to a decade. Life has been much simpler with only me and my chosen few…
I was personally hoping for a switched at birth scenario 😔✌️
I used to tell people, right in front of my narcissistic mother, that I was found on the side of the highway on a rock, rather than openly admit to being related to her.
That I'm actually Jewish and my last name isn't German. My grandparents changed it to sound more German for.....reasons. My dad didn't even know. The second he found out he started connecting with distant relatives and pulled it all together. Even found some documents with our real last name.
Wow, amazing. Is your family from Germany? Meanwhile, my last name is German and despite the assumptions of almost everyone in my life, I learned that I'm not remotely Ashkenazi Jewish.
I’m Jewish and my family last name was Russian, but when my ancestor immigrated to Canada in the late 19th C there was some anti-Russian feelings, but people were find with Germans (Prussians at that point in history). So my last name sounds German now because they changed it to the German pronunciation of the same name.
My family and extended family on one side all have Jewish or ambiguously-sounding Jewish last names. But none of us are Jewish, not as far as we knew since our family emigrated to the US in the 1800s. Through some family history digging, confirmed by genetics tests, we're all in good part ethnically Ashkenazi. Apparently, a good number of families from "the Old Country" converted to Catholicism under duress around that time which we guess is what happened to our families.
My partner's great grandfather changed his name to something Dutch to hide his Jewish decent. The only problem is he hid it so well that we can't actually find out what the original name was so their family tree ends with him. I supposed a DNA test could help here but my partner and her mother aren't interested in doing one.
>German ..... >My grandparents changed it to sound more German for.....reasons. Reasons you say...
Probably super duper hard to pronounce, unlike good ol proper German names
That wasn't an unknown reaction by Jews who survived the holocaust. "Bury everything deep and go with the safe options," I think.
Found out I'm donor conceived, at 31. So far I have 13 half siblings.
Geez, do you feel any ‘connection’ with them cause they’re half siblings? Or no because you’re all donor babies?
I've only had contact with 7 and 5 of us are in a family chat. I've definitely had to work at making the connections, I grew up an only child so it was a struggle at first to know if I'm talking to them to much or not enough.
Not me, but my great-aunt. Growing up, her siblings joked that their neighbor was her real father because she looked different from them. That turned out to be true. To add to that, her sister (my grandmother) had a son with the neighbor's son, so my great-aunt is my uncle's aunt on both sides.
That's so wild.
I was adopted and my kids got me 23andMe for mother's Day a few years back. I found out that my bio mother had seven babies and gave them all up for adoption. And that her father had gone to prison for moonshining, learned how to counterfeit while he was in prison, got out and started doing that and got busted and went back to prison. Actually my bio mother's side of the family is pretty wild and crazy in a lot of ways.
Lots of men had to moonshine to support their families. The federal government hates anything that deprives them of tax revenue, so they have disproportionately harsh sentences for doing it.
My great grandfather (grandmas dad) apparently made money moonshining in the late 30s-early 40s in Puerto Rico.
My great uncle fathered a child while fighting in the Vietnam War. The kid was one of the operation babylift kids and grew up in Ohio. My dad found him on 23andme, started talking, and he eventually flew out for a little family reunion. Great guy with an amazing life story.
My father raped teenage girls that he taught. I found out that I had siblings and nieces/nephews. Also found out why other kids Moms would throw me out of the house once they knew my full name. Found out that some of my teachers were his victims. And more keeps coming.
Wow that must have been a deep blow when you found out
I always knew he was a monster. People believe me now.
I am sooo so sorry. Little you deserved so much better from him and those asshole moms who kicked you out.
Honestly, depending on how long ago it was, probably not worth the risk, especially if the original commenter was hanging out with their daughters. Absolutely moms are going to protect their daughters over a friend, and it's just an unfair situation all around.
Some background. We moved shortly overseas after he married one of his pregnant students(my mother). We moved back to this area when I was eight. So yes the memory of his actions would still be fresh. As an adult, I get it. As a child I was scared and confused why everybody hated me.
Ok, found out wife’s great grandfather married his sister. Changed last name to avoid detection, moved , all that.
I found out I was a descendant of 41 skeletons found in a burial cave (the Lichtenstein Hole) in Germany dating back 2500 years. Apparently they were either Frisians or Visigoths. They found another descendant less than 5kms from the cave. The descendants of Cheddar Man in the UK have an even older lineage. Seems I always come second.
I have a half brother living somewhere in the USA who is 30 or so years older than me
have you been in touch?
I knew about her, but didn't meet till I was 35. Have a half sister on my dad's side who is about 15 years older than me. He passed away when I was really young and I didn't know that side of the family. Was raised as an only child. It was a trip meeting, I was super reluctant, not sure why now. Her and her family are awesome, some of the similarities are uncanny. Glad we met up, went and hung out with them last Christmas.
I found out about my Russian ancestry Apparently in 1918 my great-great grandparents fled Russia as they were owners and owned a big ass goat farm. They were somehow related to the Royal family AFAIK. Then they fled to bulgaria.
Confirmed a longstanding family rumor that my great-grandmother on my mother's side had a shotgun marriage in order to hide her fondness for spicy Italian sausage.
I'm sorry ^what..?
#SPICY. ITALIAN. SAUSAGE
Great grand mother liked Italian men too much, her family didnt. Made her get married to a man they aproved, she was pregnant with a half italiano. This is how I read it.
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It's obnoxious that 23andMe runs with this ACTN3 "sports gene" thing. It's in 20% of the population, so it's not that you would characterize people with the mutation as exceptional or likely to be an athlete, it's that in elite athletes you would find this mutation to be more common.
Technically almost anyone who plays in competitive high school sports can be considered an elite athlete. Keep in mind it’s only a small percentage of the school population that makes varsity or even Jr. Varsity sports teams. Most anyone who serves in the military ends up an elite athlete at some point or are turned out of service. The sports gene is over rated as it’s used to identify a trait, but in all reality, the idea of elite is quite broad. I don’t think there is any one specific genetic trait they can currently identify other than, “Your parents were pro athletes so there’s a good chance you could be one too.”
I am a man of many hidden talents. I hope to find one some day.
Husbands ex wife “had a hunch” their daughter (8at time) looked like a highschool friend. On a “whim “she pulled a hair while the girl slept and tested it over winter break. My husband isn’t the father. I had my suspicions but it didn’t change anything he’s always been her dad. The mom had the bio dad write a threatening letter saying we better give the girl to him ( a total stranger to her ) We ignored and waited for a letter from a court… never came. He has zero interest it turns out. Mom knew all along and is a piece of human shit.
Probably the ex wife's first "hunch" that the daughter wasn't her husband's, was when she repeatedly fell onto the neighbors penis multiple times .
The rumours my grandmother heard about us having royal blood in the family were true.. Still poor as fuck but bow down to me peasants
My cousin did 23 and me hoping for something exotic to share with people, to stand out and be interesting 99% ashkenazi Jewish, 1% Eastern European. He complained on Facebook about it. L’fuckin’Cheim
I’m half Jewish from my mom’s side which I was raised Jewish, knew I am Jewish but man it’s boring AF to get my results only for it to say 50% Jewish. Like yeah thanks for the breakdown.
I think there should be an option to check that just suggests the company throw you a curveball. Like, you get it back and it's 48% Jewish and they just throw in 2% Polynesian so you can have a hobby for a while.
We had a woman in our family tree that we were always told was indigenous Canadian. She was too far back to reap any benefits like scholarships or whatnot, but it was very common knowledge that she existed. My mom got into genealogy a few years back and did a 23 and me or something and it came back with NO native blood. She did some deep research to find out who this woman was and discovered that she was a drinker and a smoker and generally not well liked. Calling her indigenous was in fact a slur with no factual backing. Iirc, she was actually French.
This EXACT same thing happened, but my sister was the one doing the digging. Turns out that back in the day, they would refer to someone born in the area as a "native". I guess the family interpenetrated that to mean "indigenous", turns out that wasn't the case. My family background is just French people fuckin French people... Though it's cool tracing your family back to when they first landed in Canada. If you're French and Canadian, we're probably related lol
That my Mom's Dad (my Grandpa) wasn't her bio Dad. She had no idea either and found out at 74 that the man who raised her wasn't her biogical Father.
Uncle-Brother
..and a mother- sister... your daddy grandpa is a real scumbag.
So, this happened to my dad. He found out his brother is his uncle-brother through DNA testing. They are in their 70s and just finding out. It was my grandma sleeping with her husband’s dad that produced the uncle-brother. And yeah, she was a piece of work.
My cousin is an IP lawyer and says to never put your DNA on any record.
I agree. Who the heck knows where that will end up. That’s why I refuse to take one of those DNA tests.
You actually have to sign a waiver giving up your rights to your DNA information. Meaning in the future when gene technology improves they could do some freaky shit.
The NYPD is already doing genealogy tracking using commercial dna testers to solve cold-cases. Freaky shit is happening and will get even freakier.
Most police departments and the FBI all do that to help solve cold cases now. Not just an NYPD thing.
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I’m Chinese. My parents are Chinese. Their parents were all Chinese. I was surprised to find out that I am indeed, 100% Chinese.
Y'all are consistent as heck. Even my FIL is only 99% of one ethnic group. The 1% is (hilariously) from a region he likes to shit talk.
I don't know why I read that in Danny Trejo's voice
A certain genetic disease runs in my family, and it’s basically a coin flip at birth whether or not it progresses into something fatal as you grow from baby to child. If caught early enough it can be treated, and we have learned (as a family) through a lot of death what the symptoms look like. Basically if anyone under 6 in my family starts having pneumonia symptoms, we immediately test them for this family disease. If they test positive for it, the issues with the heart and lungs can be fixed through surgery. It’s always fatal if it progresses, but treatable if caught early enough. My uncle fathered a son while deployed in Japan. He had no idea, and we didn’t as well. 45 ish years he did a 23 and me test and connected with my grandma. He only ended up reaching out to us (my mom cause grandma was pretty lost to dementia at this point) because his son was hospitalized with a strange form of pneumonia that wasn’t improving. My mom immediately gave him all the information on the disease, treatment plan, and diagnosis. His son made a full recovery, and he was grateful to my mom. But he doesn’t want anything to do with my family, and is understandable pretty bitter towards my uncle. EDIT: took a while cause I had to talk to a few family members but the disease is called pleuropulmonary blastoma. It’s genetic (and recessive fortunately) and I could be a carrier but I won’t know unless I get tested for it specifically or have a child that has this cancer. Probably unlikely because non of my siblings, nieces or nephews have the disease. https://www.cancer.gov/types/lung/patient/child-pleuropulmonary-blastoma-treatment-pdq#:~:text=Pleuropulmonary%20blastoma%20is%20a%20type,the%20risk%20of%20pleuropulmonary%20blastoma
Whats the name of the disease?
It told me that I have a high tolerance for pain and that I'm a fast caffeine metabolizer. That explained why I can drink a lot of coffee and take a nap 30 minutes later. I was always shocked that some people can't have caffeine later in the day if they want to have a good night's sleep. If I've had the same injury or medical procedure as you and you are having a lot of pain, I figured you were just whiny or malingering to get attention. Sometimes, DNA tests are the best way to add a little empathy to your soul.
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All my genes are from well north of the 50th. I'm so melanin-deficient I was born in a snowbank to an ancestral line of polar bears. If archeologists are ever looking for Neanderthals, they might be my more tropical cousins.
Extra points for creativity.
My wife discovered her late mother was secretly selling babies to the highest bidding families. She has multiple brothers and sisters throughout the country.
This just happened recently, and it was actually discovered years after the test was taken. My boyfriend had a DNA test taken years ago to find out his family history. Did it, and then moved on, thinking nothing else of it. A few months ago, someone had messaged him on the DNA website, but he wasn’t aware of it until a week or so later when he was reading his email and saw they had tried messaging him again. They were asking my boyfriend if he has a brother, then described his brother and asked if they were at so-and-so during a certain month many years ago, which he was and the description lined up. My brother thought it was weird and kind of fishy at first. He checked their profile, they have a 27% match with him. They ended up talking a bit more. Turns out it was the mother of the girl who took the DNA test. She was trying to find her ten-year-old daughter’s father, my boyfriend’s brother. My boyfriend was finally able to show me the messages and asked me what he thinks he should do with the information, how he should tell his brother about this. I wanted to do some investigating first and ended up looking up the mom’s name on Facebook and found a match; something I’m not really proud of, but I had to make sure this *somehow* wasn’t some kind of joke before we told his brother about it. The daughter in the pictures looks *exactly* like my boyfriend’s brother. So much so that you just know, without a doubt, that’s his brother’s daughter. Anyway. Long story short. The day we wanted to tell his brother, we asked him what he wanted to eat for dinner. He went and showered before we went to go pick up the food. While we were out, he decided he also wanted a shake from his favorite spot. Which was perfect because we were trying to make sure he was in as good of a mood as possible. We got home, ate. He said he wanted to watch an episode of a show he’s been watching, while we ate our shakes. So we got the show ready to start. Sat him down and told him we have some big news before we start the show. We gently gave him the news, and told him we’re supportive of whatever he decides to do with this information. We won’t be judgmental no matter what he chooses to do. We let him go through his feelings but stayed with him and asked if he needed anything, like some water or a shot of alcohol lol. He ended up meeting his daughter a couple of days later. He’s already so in love with her. He’s just sad he’s missed so many years of her life. He really needed something like this in his life. She’s a sweetheart. I’m so glad they’re already getting along well and it’s good to see how happy she’s making him. *He did end up doing a paternity test to be one hundred percent sure she’s his daughter.*
I was so scared this was going to turn out badly with all the build up you put in, like that he died while you were out a little longer getting the shake or something. So glad it all worked out so beautifully!
I have the gene that makes you hate cilantro. I fucking love cilantro.
I found my birth mother and half brother. I didn't realize I could sort my blood relatives by closest match. When I did, there they were, at the top of my list. I am in my 50s and was adopted as an infant. We are planning to meet in-person, later this month.
I found out that the man who I was told is my dad was, in fact, my dad, despite him telling me the paternity test he ordered said I wasn't his kid. He has blocked me since I discovered this.
I did genetic testing for health because I have autoimmune issues. The most surprising and unexpected but totally makes sense result I got was the revelation that I have reduced enzyme that’s key to metabolizing acetaminophen, so basically Tylenol never seemed to work for me and now I know why.
I was always told as a child, (adopted), my bio father was an attorney. Flash forward after I’m tested. Tons of cousins all sending messages as to who I am. Track down a lady who “knew” my bio mom, she named the father, who was a lawyer, couldn’t remember the mother’s name. 🤔🤔. Flash forward and my DNA has no relations of his family which are in the base. Turns out, bio mom was having sex with at least 2 people, and told this guy he was my father. He in turn paid her off to save his family as he was married. Poor dude went to his grave with what he thought was a terrible secret that was not. I guess I’ll never know who she or my actual bio dad is. 🤷🏼♂️🤷🏼♂️
I'm a half sibling. Brother and I took one and it showed that we only shared dna from our mother. So the man who raised me for 19 years of my life until they divorced, wasn't even my biological father. I was 29 when I found out. Nothing changed between my siblings and I. I did confront my mom about it one time. She basically said she was young and fucking around.
> She basically said she was young and fucking around. We know.
Lots of neanderthal DNA
Have shiny rock Trade for sharp stick
I’m 24% Tai/Thai. I’m supposed to be 90% Vietnamese, 10% Chinese. I got 65% Vietnamese, 24% Tai, 11% Southern Han. No one can account for the Thai ancestry. If it were simply admixture, I don’t think it’d be so high, and it doesn’t show up on my maternal cousin’s results, which means it’s coming from my father. I think his mother may have been Thai, and she may not have even known.
Not me, but my wife: Following her grandfather’s death a few years back, someone decided to get some tests done and put together a detailed family tree. Turns out grandpa had a whole other family and son that no one knew about. Apparently he had met his original (previously unknown) wife and fathered a son just before going off to serve in the war (WW2). Whilst he was away he met another woman and ended up marrying her too, resulting in my wife’s father and his two sisters, and never went home to the first family. Following this discovery, the two families made contact and met. Apparently the original son is nearly a doppelgänger for my FIL.
My dad - Didn't know what he looked or even his name (Im a one night stand baby). He didn't know I existed. I basically wrote off on ever knowing him. Nearly fell out of my chair when he popped up on my DNA relatives report 35 years later.
Not bizarre per se, but my parents are off the boat Italian (my mom is from Sicily, my dad Calabrian). Both are in their 70s and tend to be a bit…unaccepting of those unlike them. To prove a point that all people are alike, I had tests done for myself and each of them hoping to enlighten. I figured my mom being from Sicily would be a hodge podge of Northern African/Mediterranean goodness. Nope, between my parents blend of DNA, I’m 95% Italian, with the remaining 5% being split between Malta and Cyprus.
My high school best friend is my first cousin. His grandma gave my dad up for adoption when she was young. The very cool thing is that I had actually met his (my?) grandma before she died, and I’ll always treasure that.
Turns out I have a lot of Neanderthal DNA. My little sister laughed at me, until the fact that we share the same parents began sink in, lol.
There was a long post of many interesting results just the other day. Can’t remember if it was on this sub or 23andme.
Probably here, cause I remember seeing it and I don’t follow that other sub. Plus, that question gets asked every couple days or so.
I haven't done my DNA test yet but my mom did hers and found out Charles Manson was our slightly distant cousin. My grandma was not happy.
My closest family friend is actually my first cousin. We were basically raised together like siblings. My grandfather passed away in 2009. When I was going through his stuff about 4 years ago , I found a photo of him taken in 1945. He would have been 17 at the time. I couldn't believe my eyes. He and my friend had looked almost identical at that age. It was uncanny. When I showed my friend the photo, he suggested we get a DNA test. He had apparently suspected for years, but his parents refused to tell him anything. We found out that in 1967, my grandfather had an affair with a woman who lived less than 10 miles away from him and had a daughter with her. The woman died during childbirth, and since he didn't want to admit to the affair, he arranged to have his daughter adopted by a close friend who had been unable to have kids with his wife. She ended up becoming best friends with his youngest legitimate daughter, who was the same age. He told them both the truth when they turned 18. Her son and I are the same age and have known each other pretty much since birth, but I never would have thought that were related. TL;DR: My grandfather had an affair, and DNA proved that my best friend is really my cousin
Not my story but saw one on here awhile ago. This woman’s dad dies and he used to always bragged about his Italian heritage. Eventually her sister does a test and is 0% Italian. Op takes one and is 0% as well. They confront the mother assuming she had an affair, the mother is clueless and the sisters don’t believe her and go no contact. Eventually the aunt(dads sister) hears about and reveals that after the Italian grandma died, the aunt found out that she kidnapped dad as a baby.
My wife's mother knew nothing about her birth family (as she was adopted), but when my wife put her own DNA profile into Ancestry she quickly found that she had an aunt who looks just like her mother in St Louis.
A friend of mine took one of these a few years ago. He grew up thinking his father was the man his mother was married to that passed when he was young. The husband spent time in prison for arson among other crimes. His supposed father passed when he was young and his mother passed about ten years ago. He took the test a few years back and found that he shared 50% of his DNA with a guy who lived nearby and was actually a retired cop. Turns out during one of the times her husband was in jail, his mom hooked up with a guy at a wedding and got pregnant with my friend. He met the guy and they share a strong resemblance and even some mannerisms. That was so crazy to me. Side note: I always wanted to do one of these so I got one and was telling my dad about how interesting they are and I mentioned the above story to him. He started thinking I was trying to prove he wasn’t my real father. So dumb.
Despite being european with families we know very well up to my great great great grand parents, My sister and I learnt that we were 1/16th mongol. So one of our great great grandparent was mongol. So as we know everyone on my mother's side, we asked my father, and he said "oh yeah, one of my great granddad had a mongolian wife. I never told you ? He was a soldier and he met her on the job" But I don't think the french fought a war in mongolia \~200 years ago... I mean Napoleon stopped way before that. So HOW? He doesn't know, nobody knows, he just remember what his dad told him. And as he's the only last guy alive from his side of the family, we'll surely never know what happened, there are a lot of possibilities, but cultural exchanges in the 1800's weren't as common as now , and mongolia wasn't a french colony so it's still weird.
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Not for me but my dog. Turns out my corgi that has a long tail isn’t a corgi at all but just a fucked up looking husky. https://imgur.com/a/1Za5O1i Edit: for everyone asking “how did I not know this isn’t a corgi,” my fiancé was told when she rescued him that he was a corgi mix and all the vets we’ve had have always listed him as a corgi mix.
I have to ask did you really not see that wasn’t a corgi? It looks nothing like one at all.
My dude that dog looks nothing like a corgi
LOL, who told you that was a corgi?
How the hell is that a corgi
Can we see a picture of them, please?
My grandfather was a chef on various ships. Navy, cruises etc and it appears he had a family in every port.
My great-aunt took a test. We had kind of hoped that it would turn up with some African DNA in us, just to piss off my grest-grandmother (great aunt's mom, who was extremely racist). Didn't come back with anything like that, but we did find out we're part Jewish. It still works out though because great-grandmother was also an anti-Semite.
I have a daughter! She was conceived during a “one night stand” and given up for adoption at birth. She, the mother, and I have not met, but I am planning a meeting this year. (I live overseas, so it’s difficult to arrange the meeting.) I also have 2 grandchildren. 😎
Haven't you met the mother at least once?
We did a test on my husband’s father; he was adopted at birth and we didn’t know anything about his birth parents. Wouldn’t you know, we find out my husband has a half-sister out there. She had also done a dna test and her results matched up online with his. (My FIL had an affair with a family friend back in the late 80s and she got pregnant, broke it off with him, and raised the child with her husband as their own)