Hello everyone. I have never spoken about this story publicly with anyone, but I am now here to share how I destroyed my family with a DNA. I'm late 20s & I live in the England.
My whole life I was obsessed with family trees and DNA, I don't know why but I was. I used to watch donor concieved stories on YouTube and siblings separated at birth stories everyday growing up. I always chalked this down to growing up with 0 cousins and outside family. Mum is an only child, and Dad had a sibling that only had children later in life so there wasn't anyone around.
As I grew up I felt a pull towards donor conception, and at 18 I became a sperm donor. I only donated once, but I guess there is a chance that my sample was used and there could be some offspring of mine out there. But this isn't where this story goes. I'd already taken a 23AndMe DNA test, but the only close match I'd got was my maternal grandads first cousin who he hadn't seen since he was child so a friend at the time knew how much I liked DNA and understanding geneology, so he bought me an Ancestry DNA test. And 6 weeks later, it all started...
I opened up the DNA test to find a message from a half-aunt who told me she was donor conceived herself. Confused, I'm left thinking my dads late father was a donor during night school back in the 70s. I tell my mum, who tells my dad, and he thinks it's possible but nothing more than that. I message a wife of a cousin of my paternal grandfather who lives in another country, and the first thing she did was tell me to bury this, but I couldn't. Grandad had lots of family elsewhere that I met once as he was from another country. I wasn't close with them and only met some relatives once or twice by this point. But I wanted to explore this more.
I told my dads sibling. I probably shouldn't have but I did. They got really angry at me before turning up on my doorstep in the early hours basically crying wanting me to explain what I'd found. I think they were under the impression that they were also donor concieved. I let my dads sibling go through the conversation with this half-aunt, and they also told me to bury this, but I couldn't. I've not seen them or their young family since this day.
I met my Half-Aunt a few days later at a costa coffee in London as I happened to be there doing a talk. She was lovely & I even went to see her and her family again around Christmas. I even met my half-first cousins which was a lovely thing to do. But then the pool good wider.
I transfered my Raw DNA files to My Herritage and found an uncle and cousin. Later, people who were gifted DNA tests for Christmas started rolling in. I spoke to a second cousin who likes DNA on Dads paternal side to which he asked me if I was going to take a DNA test soon because there are lots of relatives on there.
The glass smashed. Something I partly suspected, but didn't until this message; Grandad could not be my biological Grandad, and my Dad himself is infact donor concieved!
I think the worst bit about this at this point is my dads parents were both dead. Dads sibling didn't want to know, Dads maternal uncle whom I recently became close with, I finally spoke to him about it and they responded "Your grandad is your Granda Ed, your nan is your nan, that's all you need to know" which makes me think he knows more than he's letting on but won't speak about it. Everyone else older who might know something is dead.
My Dad started to come around to the fact that he's DC. He's angry, upset, and confused - it took a few years to get through his emotions, but he's met a half-brother a couple of times now, and even a half-neice. I'm proud of him for doing this.
Now who's the Donor you may ask, and how many siblings does my Dad have now?
Well, I spent 2 years building distant cousins trees that I matched with, I got access to the Half-Aunts and Uncles DNA's to build this & I had help from a couple of search angels too. It all finally came head to head two years later when I was finally left with a man, and a name. For this story, we'll call my biological Grandad Ben.
Ben is a known man. Preformer, Host etc. He is a very successful person, and if you don't know his name, you'll probably know his voice. He has children of his own, one of whom I met through work at one point. I reached out to Ben. I sent him a letter. I didn't want money, or anything like that - medical info would be nice, but I guess I just wanted to solidify where I and my Dad come from. He responded however. But not in the way you'd expect. I recieved a lovely letter from his solicitor telling me to never contact he or his family again. He didn't deny he was my bio grandfather, and solictors letter even said my requests were quite reasonable, but they didn't want contact. The family don't want to know me or any of the DC people. I was also blocked on facebook by the entire family including by his sibling, kids, neices, nephews etc. I don't know what he told them, but I had to make peace with this.
One of Bens children, who would be my Half-Uncle/Aunt, I have on Instagram. I've never met them or messaged them. I requested to follow before I sent the letter, and I've quietly been there, watching my relative become a success their industry. I don't know if they realise who I am, but I never plan to reach out or click like.
To date I've met 35 Half-First Cousins and I think 15 Half-Aunts/Uncles though I have more than this. Looking through records, and understanding what went on in the 70s, it looks like I have up to 300 half-Uncles/Aunts, and potentially over 1,000 Half-First Cousins. There is a chance that someone who reads this is related to me.
It does suck that they didn't want to know. I spent my whole life being pulled in one direction, only to find out that it wasn't for me become a donor, but to unclock the truth. I've brought siblings together, I've also hurt people. I didn't want or expect any of this, but here we are. I wouldn't say I'm close with anyone I have met through this process, but I have found some interesting nurture over nature connections.
Every single one of my Dads siblings I have have are creative and/or successful in their own rights. They have all done amazingly well for themselves and it's lovely to know that they are all doing great. I have cousins a lot older than me, and some younger than my children. I have half-Uncles/Aunts born days apart, and some close to me in age. I am also aware of a couple of my Dads DC Siblings that don't know they're DC. One of them I'm certain you'll know. But I'm not reaching out to them. I've hurt enough people, and if they are meant to know the truth, they'll find out in their own time.
I think my biggest question I have after all of this is, what caused men born at the end of/after the end of WW2 to not be able to concieve? It's not just my grandad. Every single DC person I have spoken to, related or not related; the dads that raised them were all born in the same era, and none of them can have kids? We're talking in the thousands, likely 10s of thousands or more men that could not have their own biological children. Were they exposed to something, did something happen in the war to their mums or dads that made these people who couldn't concieve? There are far, far too many for this to be a coincidence now.
The best peace of advice I can give to finish this off is the following: Everyone has a right to their own biology. More people don't know their parentage than they realise. The DC Clinic told mums to NOT tell their children the truth. My Dad didn't know, and he looked like the dad that raised him. My Dad is definitely my Dad 100%. I would also reccomend everyone to do a DNA test; I feel everyone should know the truth, even if they don't act upon it. Just know, that many people, not just born in the 1970s, don't know who half of themselfs are. This is a delicate subject for many and my situation is not rare. Many DC People will have hundreds of siblings. Some DC people end up in school togethter, or date. DC is not as uncommon as you might think.
Just to add at the end: I've be broad with details for a reason. I don't want anyone found or contacted. I want these found relatives to stay anonnymous. I won't be confirming any details about anyone. Please don't ask or go looking. I've made peace with the situation regarding Ben, and his DC Children are lovely and won't appreciate being contacted.