A message from an egg donor to the donor-conceived

My heart is breaking for the kids whose messages I’m reading–who are unhappy with their circumstances as donor-conceived children.

As a former egg donor (going back 17 years), I would like you to understand that the donor–male or female–is very likely to share at least some of your pain. Or a different set of pain.

If you are a person whose genetic father is an unknown person to you who you think merely “sold” his sperm–all I can say is that he was likely a college kid or close and didn’t really know what it meant to give away his DNA. Even as a woman of 30, I didn’t understand the gravity of it all. How it would make the family members who knew look at me differently, forever. How my body and my looks would suffer. Some women have lost their own fertility. Others have died of cancer. I’m sure I’m a ticking time bomb thanks to fertility drugs and invasive surgery.

The industry is to blame. They LIE. It’s big big money.

It’s the INDUSTRY that needs to be investigated and vilified. Not the person who gave of themselves to create you.