One day, someone may be bored and look back on all of my posts, and comments, both here and on X. There will be a discrepancy. I have mentioned not knowing my ancestry, and also having some African ancestry, and maybe some others. Here’s why both are true.

I am adopted, and in my adoption paperwork there was a little bit about family history. Only my maternal side, as nothing was known about my paternal side. Growing up, I believed I was a combination of three ethnicities.

When I got to a certain age, I found and met my maternal side. Whenever the subject of my ancestral background came up, everyone was quiet, and suddenly there were a million other things to discuss and do. The more I learned about them, the more I realized I couldn’t trust them. So I joined AncestryDNA.

I wasn’t on there very long, and I didn’t save the information. I cancelled my membership, once it dawned on me that my paternal side could find out that I existed. That was a pretty terrifying thought, so I left pretty abruptly. Here is what I remember: 1. None of my DNA results were in my adoption paperwork. 2. French was the majority of my results, but I also remember Greek, and African. All I remember about the African part was thinking it was a larger number than what most white Americans said they had, and it wasn’t South African. I thought that was pretty cool. I still do.

With all that being said, I have no idea how accurate these things are. That is why I say I don’t know my ancestry, and sometimes claim the parts of my ancestry results that I remember. Both are true. I have no way of knowing 100% what my ethnic background is. It’s a weird, and uncomfortable truth.

I grew up hungry to know about the blood coursing through my veins, and I’ve had to come to terms with the fact that it’s just not possible. The result is me being all over the place with my ancestry, because my head is all over the place with my ancestry.