The last few days have been a bit of a rollercoaster.
Based on initial DNA results, and further database research, I now know more about myself than I ever did previously.
I am solidly (95%) “of” this place.
I have a sense of the community/sect I am also “of”.
(For now this remains in the singular, though it may be subject to change.)
In any case, things have narrowed down in no small fashion.
And my gut instinct was not so far off after all.
Out of respect and privacy, I won’t be discussing the evolving “story” publicly without the consent of all involved.
Suffice it to say, my head is reeling.
I’ve sent off messages to my cousin matches at 23andMe.
So far, no one has replied.
This is perhaps understandable.
After all, I remain a stranger.
The one estranged.
It is, all the same, excruciating.
Although I’ve already waited so very long.
In no way did I expect my DNA to divulge so much.
This brings about a new phase.
And marks a huge turning point.
All adoptees should consider such testing.
It is empowering in a major way.
It may be what breaks through the mirror divide.
It can be the defining aspect of understanding our razor’s edge.
If successful, it can end all doubt.
I see it now as The Great Adoptee End-Run.
The breaker of secrets.
The opener of dialogue.
The end of the gossamer narrative.
The debut of knowing.
inch’allah khayr—God’s good grace willing.