I’ve been researching my genealogy. It’s important to me, in part, because as an adoptee, basic information about who and where I came from was a secret. That’s a recipe for heaping some heavy stuff on an impressionable child and creating an adult who is hyper-sensitive to feelings of abandonment. Now, however, thanks to DNA…
I’ve long been interested in genealogy, perhaps, in part, because as an adoptee I was denied this information. The secrets have been out for a long time, though. Thank goodness. No one should have this information withheld from them—but that’s a rant for another day. Recently, I put on my sleuth hat and began investigating…