One of the things I find funny about the studies that survey how many donor conceived children are happy and well adjusted is that I'm one of the happy, well adjusted ones. If someone had interviewed my mother at any point in my childhood or teen years (most of the studies gauge young children by their parents' assessments), she would have given them an honest and glowing portrayal of what a good kid I was. I got very good grades, never got in trouble, never did drugs or drank or had sex or skipped class or snuck out or even really disobeyed. I never received so much as a detention or a grade lower than a B+. I had never seen a psychiatrist or a therapist and therefore had zero diagnosed mental issues. I never lashed out at my parents with "I hate you" or used the knowledge that my dad wasn't related to me against him. I didn't even tell him I knew. I didn't express anguish at the loss of half my biological family or show even so much as a curiosity about them after my mother told me never to speak of it again. I was a good kid.
I'm a happy, well adjusted donor conceived adult now, by my own admission. I graduated magna cum laude from my university and then paid off my own student loans. My ulcerative colitis went so far into remission that my doctor thinks I must've been misdiagnosed in the first place. I am married and have a healthy, happy child, and I own my own home. I don't do drugs, I eat well and work out and -- let's be honest here -- look pretty good, and I dress like I live inside a Lands' End catalog. Anyone who only knew me from Facebook might think I'm a Stepford wife. Even my therapist -- assuming she isn't being facetious -- expresses wonder at how I came to be so well adjusted. I have all these things going for me, and I am NOT OKAY with anonymous donor conception.
I found my biological father, and I even have contact with my half-siblings. I know my full family medical history and hundreds of years worth of genealogy. I can think about being donor conceived without crying now; I don't have to shut it away in the back closet of my brain just to get through the day anymore. But I am NOT OKAY with anonymous donor conception.
It makes me wonder what the other happy, well adjusted donor conceived people are like up close.