Canadian Rulings Against Anonymous Sperm Donation and DNA Kits Before Breakfast - Page 2
According to a post by a peer on her blog, in addition to learning whether I was really half Polish or not, I would receive a list of cousins and relatives already on the site. Relatives who could perhaps help me identify a medical intern that had donated his sperm in NYC about 30 years ago.
Here I was, in the early morning, with what was essentially my identity tool kit strewn all over my kitchen floor. I collected the pieces closest to me, put them on the counter and than tried to find the third renegade tube. "Jesus Christ" was all I could think as scanned the tiled floor, "why is this my life?"....."why I am looking for a God damn DNA tube at 7am in the morning?" On my hands and knees, with my butt in the air I looked around and realized the little sucker had rolled under the stove. My cheek to the floor, one eye open, I saw him about halfway under there looking a bit dusty and deserted among the debris. I guessed that might count as contaminated but this kit was like $300 dollars, so whatever....I got a spoon and got him out of there.
This is the reality of being the product of artificial insemination (AI) via anonymous donor...serious topics like identifying 50 percent of my genetic heritage confronted in awkward moments. It's the karmic environment of anonymous AI in general. I remember my mom telling me about how awkward the insemination was.
About 30 years prior, on a rainy day in Spring, she went to the doctor's office on Park Avenue to wait for the donation from an intern at a hospital around the corner. She recalled how weird it was when she saw the sample come out of a paper bag....yes that is right...a paper bag. "But we are on Park Avenue for Christ's sake....are you serious?" she thought. Before she could offer the type of frank commentary we share as mother and daughter, the sample was set up and she was directed to assume the correct position. She looked up at the bright fluorescent lights and and could hear the swish, swish of car tires running over the wet streets outside. In a matter of minutes, she was inseminated and that was it. It wasn't how she had imagined she would conceive her first child, she told me She had felt alone and a little disappointed in that awkward moment 30 years prior.Continued on the next page