One day I found out that my dad wasn’t my dad. I’ll let that one seep in a bit. Ready? First of all, I was not a victim.
I’m going to walk the line between personal and professional which is frankly a very thin line anyway. Over the course of some weeks I’ll share my story of finding out that my dad wasn’t my biological dad at the age of 46 and about how I came to search for my biological parent.