A fellow donor-conceived person pointed out that we are often referred to as “donor-conceived children” regardless of our current age. It recently occurred to me that this is the root of the problems I'm having with both my mom and the donor. I'm still seen as a child or —more bluntly— a product. Like I am just a person that was planned, an idea that was conceived (no pun intended.)
Oh this post, this post sears the heart. The audacity of ‘baby’ to want to know, to connect. I’m sorry my sweet friend.