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Natalie was very comforting to her friend. That was pleasant reading. Somehow, though, while finding out my parents weren’t my birth parents would make me wonder about a lot of thing… imagining a lineage of American white supremacy (or whatever brand of uber-alles) wouldn’t cross my mind (unless I had solid specifics or noticeable subtext delivered by the informing [adoptive] parent(s) already). I do, actually, feel significant identity from being associated with the heritage of my dad’s and my mom’s families. Nevertheless, I wouldn’t teeter in a panic. (I take the good with the bad as it is — for instance having learned recently that my mom’s dad’s family had a Union soldier and my mom’s mom’s family had a “confederate” fighter — and would be realistic for the most part regardless of what came up.) I do think I would be disappointed to be told my dad wasn’t my dad, mainly because of the added implications about my mother (which wouldn’t mean a whole lot anyway if I didn’t already know things about her originating from after I was born); it wouldn’t be about me per se. Yet, I would rethink things generally.