Very recently I discovered I was adopted, and my parents never told me. What's even more disturbing is the way I found out. I feel I need to confront my parents about this, but what's even more disturbing is the way I found out. I know there will be some skeptics, but I swear something like this couldn't be made up, I just really need to know how to go about confronting my parents and getting the truth. If anyone has any advice, I would be extremely grateful.
When I was a child, I remember being very young and I would hear things and see things. Like at night in my room I would get *visitors* or when I was playing outside I always had a lot of 'imaginary friends', my mother would call them. They weren't imaginary friends, being so young at the time I didn't understand what was happening, but I have always had a gift. My mother had me mediated when I wouldn't stop telling her about the people who would visit me and that seemed to work for a while. But when I hit puberty, she had me hospitalized for a short time as well, when the visitors returned. Again I was medicated and for years everything was normal. Until a few months ago after I left my dd's father. We relocated to a new city not far from my hometown where I rented a cute but affordable older home and was ready to give my daughter and I a fresh start. I could tell the first week that something was a bit off about the house. At first it was small things like a door would slam or curtains would lose or open after I left the room. Sometimes things would go missing and I would find them in strange places. Then I started hearing someone whisper my name in my ear. It had been so long I had almost forgotten what that was like. I didn't want these visitors to start returning again, but being just separated and with custody of my dd, I didn't want to give my ex a reason to say I was crazy and have my daughter taken, so I stayed quiet. Things seemed to escalate, I would catch a glimpse of a woman walking through the house. Finally one night I heard her crying, I didn't want to move out of my bed, but I could hear her getting loser and closer. She kept saying 'baby, my baby' and I could see her in my room with her arms out to me. I screamed GO AWAY and she disappeared.
To make a long story short, I started doing some research and discovered a former resident of the house had died in a car accident 30 yrs ago. She was on her way to give birth. The baby was rescued while at hospital that night, but the mother did not survive. That baby was me. April 26, 1981 was my date of birth. I was given up for adoption and raised by my birth parents. I know this is true, from the research I have done everything makes sense. The woman looks exactly like me. But what do I do now? Do I confront my parents? Why would they keep this from me?