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Originally Posted by koan
I think the amount of deception I have already experienced would reduce the amount of shock I would feel.
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I think I would be the same way. Honestly, I am no longer suprised to find that I have been deceived by things. If my mom was not really my birth mother, she would still remain my mum., and so on, and so forth. But I can deeply sympathize with people who find out things are not really as they seem. When I was told in a most hateful way that the man who was supposed to be my dad was not really my dad, I felt uprooted. I felt a desperate desire to understand who I was, but my mother would not tell me who my real father was. It was very selfish on her part. When I finally did discover who my father was, he died from AIDS before I had ever met him. I sometimes still get bothered by the loss of being denied the oportunity to know who I came from while I still had the chance.
Later I found that that really does not make who I am and that I must look internally to find who I am, rather than look to external sources to find my identity. Sometimes I still struggle. My little bit of deception was difficult enough to trudge through, as I said, I do deeply sympathise with people dealing with deception.
Kensloft, you get to celebrate two birthdays? I can understand both the frustration and fun of that. I would try to milk it, as well.
