Anyone do these home testing kits or consider buying them? I did. It changed my life forever. Caveat Emptor.
Back story (Reader's Digest version):
After I got back from my cousin's wedding in Peru, I was looking to do something constructive with my life (even though I was already On Air in New Hampshire at a Classic Rock and CHR station respectively). I had the travel bug after my excursion to South America and wanted to backpack the world. Hence, I was broke. So, traveling across the globe was out of the question. But I needed something to fill the void here at home. I thought about leaving radio to go back to school and go into the food service industry. That idea was short lived.
Finally, I was on a date in Boston and we got to talking about genealogy. My date asked me who I was and I couldn't give a straight answer. Because I was never given a straight answer as far as my family roots were concerned. My dad was always Scottish and Italian and my mom was 100% Aryan and Anglo-Saxon. Which I could never let stand as an answer as my mom was (as later confirmed through extensive research) a woman of color. But there were several reasons why my mom's family passed but that's for later.
I finally convinced my mom that I was going to take an AncestryDNA and 23andMe test. I was one of those who thought that ethnicity testing was as legit as the commercials promised. Spoiler alert. You won't be trading in the lederhosen for a kilt. But you will find out long, kept, family secrets.
I thought that my ancestral research project would take a few months and then I'd get back to figuring out what I wanted to do with my life. Little did I know that this would take up my life and change my identity forever. Without getting into the insane details, I found out that I was DC (Donor Conceived) when my since divorced parents were having trouble conceiving on their own. They trusted a fertility doctor who told my folks that these donors were med students. Mine was far from it. I was barred access from knowing who my biological family was. My donor was given my mom's info and my info but I couldn't know anything about him.
So, for months, I didn't know who my bio family was. Then, my bio uncle - who's not a smart man - ratted his brother out by going on AncestryDNA against his brother's wishes. When I used the info to track down my bio father, my bio father (who is German, Austrian, Turkish and Syrian) lied about it and had used my mom's family info to build a fake family tree on Ancestry. He told me that he was given up for adoption. Which was insane, because this guy did look like my mom's uncle. So, I had my mom test and it turned out that this guy was caught in the lie of his life.
Then I heard from his lawyer and was threatened with a lawsuit if I had threatened to tell my college-aged half-siblings. Spoiler alert. I told them in a hand-written letter and nothing has happened so far. Told them that while my bio father and I might not see each other ever, that I was around if they ever wanted to see me. Even my bio aunt who I tracked down said that my bio father would brag that he would walk into fertility clinics and never get caught because these files were anonymous.
Long-story short, I found a bunch of grown half-siblings with spouses and children of their own and we're getting to know each other. Thanks to the power of autosomal DNA matching. It's a touchy subject, but I'm glad that I'm able to talk about something non-radio related.
But I'm interested to hear some of the thoughts of everyone here. Would you do the spit test even if it meant learning a painful truth?
Back story (Reader's Digest version):
After I got back from my cousin's wedding in Peru, I was looking to do something constructive with my life (even though I was already On Air in New Hampshire at a Classic Rock and CHR station respectively). I had the travel bug after my excursion to South America and wanted to backpack the world. Hence, I was broke. So, traveling across the globe was out of the question. But I needed something to fill the void here at home. I thought about leaving radio to go back to school and go into the food service industry. That idea was short lived.
Finally, I was on a date in Boston and we got to talking about genealogy. My date asked me who I was and I couldn't give a straight answer. Because I was never given a straight answer as far as my family roots were concerned. My dad was always Scottish and Italian and my mom was 100% Aryan and Anglo-Saxon. Which I could never let stand as an answer as my mom was (as later confirmed through extensive research) a woman of color. But there were several reasons why my mom's family passed but that's for later.
I finally convinced my mom that I was going to take an AncestryDNA and 23andMe test. I was one of those who thought that ethnicity testing was as legit as the commercials promised. Spoiler alert. You won't be trading in the lederhosen for a kilt. But you will find out long, kept, family secrets.
I thought that my ancestral research project would take a few months and then I'd get back to figuring out what I wanted to do with my life. Little did I know that this would take up my life and change my identity forever. Without getting into the insane details, I found out that I was DC (Donor Conceived) when my since divorced parents were having trouble conceiving on their own. They trusted a fertility doctor who told my folks that these donors were med students. Mine was far from it. I was barred access from knowing who my biological family was. My donor was given my mom's info and my info but I couldn't know anything about him.
So, for months, I didn't know who my bio family was. Then, my bio uncle - who's not a smart man - ratted his brother out by going on AncestryDNA against his brother's wishes. When I used the info to track down my bio father, my bio father (who is German, Austrian, Turkish and Syrian) lied about it and had used my mom's family info to build a fake family tree on Ancestry. He told me that he was given up for adoption. Which was insane, because this guy did look like my mom's uncle. So, I had my mom test and it turned out that this guy was caught in the lie of his life.
Then I heard from his lawyer and was threatened with a lawsuit if I had threatened to tell my college-aged half-siblings. Spoiler alert. I told them in a hand-written letter and nothing has happened so far. Told them that while my bio father and I might not see each other ever, that I was around if they ever wanted to see me. Even my bio aunt who I tracked down said that my bio father would brag that he would walk into fertility clinics and never get caught because these files were anonymous.
Long-story short, I found a bunch of grown half-siblings with spouses and children of their own and we're getting to know each other. Thanks to the power of autosomal DNA matching. It's a touchy subject, but I'm glad that I'm able to talk about something non-radio related.
But I'm interested to hear some of the thoughts of everyone here. Would you do the spit test even if it meant learning a painful truth?