If You Found Out Tomorrow That You Were Adopted

How do you find out if you were adopted?

First of all, I always thought I was adopted because of multiple "clues" that I got when I was growing up. My parents had sworn the entire family to secrecy as they never wanted me to know for fear, I suppose, of me picking up and wanting to go back to my bio family if I knew. My first clue was that my great Aunt, who was a bit crazy anyway, let it slip in a casual conversation when I was about 11. Just when she mentioned it, my grandmother walked back in the room, and she shut up. I also noticed the most obvious thing. I didn't look like anybody. Turns out I'm of a hispanic descent, so my general looks were much different than everyone else. I never really directly got told ever again past the great aunt, so at one point I just wrote it off as "so what if I am" and lived my life. No one EVER confronted or told me. I never had the "you’re adopted" stuff going on. People argue this point all the time, saying, it's better to tell them, but that was not my experience because of how it went down. I was essentially a hispanic boy living in a small Southern town. I'm not sure there was another hispanic ANYWHERE that I ever could remember, but because I didn't KNOW I was hispanic, I grew up (as I often tell people), as a middle class white kid - and everyone treated me as such. So, I dropped it.So, here we are some 55 years later and my father dies. My mother had died 8 years before this. I went to clean out the house and as part of this, I took all the mounds of papers in various drawers and stuffed them in a box. It took a couple more years before I went through them, and then I saw it. A petition to adopt. I called one of my Aunts, and she gave it up. She said they had been sworn to secrecy, but that she had told them if I ever asked, she would tell me the story. All my parents’ brothers and sisters knew all along - from the start. Turns out that most of the small town knew too, but again, no one EVER said a word to me. It wasn't a week after that, that we were back in that small town and my wife was talking to a caregiver her mother was using and she said - oh yes, I knew your father in law - he had that adopted child. It took 57 YEARS before anyone - in the entire town, mentioned it.I did decide to look for my birth family, and I did find them, but that is a whole other story!

When did you find out you were adopted and how?

When did you find out you were adopted and how?I remember the chaos and unknown of not being adopted and my time in foster care so this turned me into the abnormal early child hood I had. When I was 3 years old I remember vaguely meeting my adoptive father. He came to my foster home to see my brother and me. I remember being intimidated by him because he was a man and had a beard. He was very kind and played with me and the other children. I didn’t realize he wanted to adopt me because we had many families come see us before.I don’t remember meeting the rest of my family but when I was 4 I had my first birthday party with my adoptive family. Shortly after a trial period with my adoptive family we went to court for the adoption ceremony.My mom always describes it like a wedding. The judge asks the family will you care for these children in sickness and in health? And the family responds we will and so on and so forth. Then I remember the judge asking me if I wanted to be a part of this family forever. I remember the excitement and the fear of the moments in the judges chambers. At that moment I knew I was adopted.Adoption day (above): I’m the little girl in the white dress to the far right with black hair.

What if every person woke up tomorrow and realized they were immortal and that death was out of the picture. To what extremes would the world change, negatively or positively?

Immortal as in unable to die of age or unkillable.If its the latter legislation would have to be needed, a similar scenario happened in a fantasy book i read where since people were immortal they could be tortured to any extent without ever dying, yet they still feel pain, a rather gruesome thought.Our overpopulation would get worse, most of people would lose a sense of purpose in life (Some people argue that the reason for living is death, because the time is ticking you have to spend your time wisely but if you cant be killed what is the purpose?)Ton of people who would try it out, stabbing, shooting, whatever. Though again, do they feel pain or not? can they reach a point of life where they cant die even under extreme conditions, forexample if you were beheaded could you regenerate or would you live forever as a head. And if we were immortal as in never dying then would it be a case of our bodies always regenerating (staying forever young that way) or never regenerating (bodies are in a sort of timeless state) because if it was the latter then every little papercut will become a permanent injury, which is a horrifying thought.So honestly it all depends on how you define immortality, cause there are aloooot of different ways of doing it.Main thing would bePeople would panic the hell outPeople would test to see if its trueour everyday life will break down as we know it unless someone has massive controlassuming that people dont break and panic everything it would lead to serious implications of over population, living space. If we still need to eat there would be a resource shortage too, if we never age from that point then i guess reproduction is also not going to happen since it would never become anything.thats my thoughts anyways.

My adopted daughter is 14. I have just found out that her biological mom passed away today. Should I tell her or avoid the grief?

Tell her now!!Barring some clear and present psychiatric issues, ie she has just been admitted to a psychiatric hospital, tell her right now!!If there is any way to go her bio moms funeral or just see her grave marker, take her there so she can move through the grieving process and put it behind her. Barring that, plan a little impromptu memorial in the backyard with the rest of the family to remember her biological mom who created her; she may think its dumb, but having that will help her when it actually hits her. Teenagers can be very self confident and have little point of reference for loss long term.Putting off telling her is the absolute worst thing you can do. She will be upset, count on it. But she needs to grieve now, while she is still a minor and you can give her boundaries and help her through it, not the day she turns 18 and she trainwrecks and you cant.And she needs to know that, same genetics or not, you are her parent and family is honest and doesnt lie to their kids.If she finds out you didnt tell her years later, she will be extremely upset at you and feel very betrayed, and may cut you out of her life for the betrayal, count on it. As a teenager she probably has hormones going crazy and will get upset and may say a bunch of stuff, and may need grief counseling, and you may have to compel her to go whether she thinks she needs it or not. But she will get over it, and come to grips with that part of her life is closed, and she will ultimately grow closer to you as her parent because you didnt lie to her and told her the truth while being supportive, even when it was hard.

I found out my brother is my father and my parents had adopted me, what I should do?

My husband and I adopted two babies. My husband was a medical doctor, I was also a professional and worked. Our idea was that there are lots of children already on this world needing love and a good home. We rather adopt then produce more. Our policy was openness and truthfulness always. The children knew they were adopted as soon as they could understand it. They also knew that they were loved.We had information about their biological parents. When they grew up we encouraged them to get in touch with the biological parents, because some genetic information may be useful for them some time. Their response was: “You are the only parents we ever knew, and we don’t need anybody else.”My beloved husband of 64 years is gone, died last year. Our children are now married and have their families, but they are very loving and caring. Neither they nor us never thought that the fact that they were adopted made any difference.Think about it this way: you may have had pets. How much could you love a pet? I am sure very much. Than think how much can you love a tiny baby, and later a child. I am worried that the depressing factor in your case is that you “found out.” That your adoptive parents did not tell you the truth, and it shocked you. But you must forgive them. They did it , because they feared that the truth would hurt you. It was a mistake, but they did it out of love for you.

What would you do if you found out you were descended from the creator of the Enochian language, John Dee?

Party?Dee likely had many descendants, as he had seven children (not all of which survived an outbreak of plague in Manchester in the early 17th century, however). It’s important to note, however, than Dee did not “create” the Angelic (sometimes called Enochian) language; it was “channeled” by a scryer he worked with named Edward Kelley (who may well have invented it—but if he did, it was Kelley, not Dee, who delivered the language). Hope that helps!For the full story on this, and the full story of how Dee’s work is responsible for inspiring science, the British Empire, and the modern world as a whole, please check out my new book John Dee and the Empire of Angels from Inner Traditions!