I have spent my life not knowing the answers to some very basic questions. I don't know the genetic makeup from the paternal side of my family nor the circumstances of my birth. By the time my mother tried to tell me, she no longer had the capacity to do so.
There are family members who know the deep dark secret of my birth, but have opted to tell me stories instead. Can the truth really be any worse than all the horrors I have imagined?
By not telling me where I came from and how I'm connected, my family has denied me a right of passage.
Is it ever the right thing to do to deny someone their own story?