Sorry, but the besserwisser in me could not help but respond to this.
5. Eyes. My mother has blue eyes. My father has brown. I have hazel, an impossibility! Brown is dominant and therefore I should have brown eyes. All three of my brothers have brown eyes.
You seem to have gotten this backwards. When it comes to genes we get one from each parent at birth. A dominant gene means that if you have two different genes, the dominant one will show. So if you have one blue-eyed gene from your mother and one brown-eyed gene from your father, yes, your eyes will be brown. But having brown eyes also means that you may have a blue or hazel gene as well, so your father might have one gene for brown and one for hazel, and if you inherited the hazel one, you could well turn out to have hazel eyes. Two browneyed people can have blue-eyed children, but two blue-eyed people can not have a browneyed child, since the gene is recessive they have two have both genes blue for them two have blue eyes, so there are no "hidden" genes for their children to inherit. I hope i don't come across as lecturing, that is not my intention, but I find this subject interesting. I am the blond, blue-eyed children of two dark-haired, browneyed parents, and although I got it from my maternal grandmother and paternal grandfather, stuff like this can be hidden much further back.
Brown eyes are dominant and the father carries the genes. So everyone of the kids would have brown eyes.
My Nmother's side has blue eyes. My Nfather's side has brown eyes. Blue + brown does NOT = hazel eyes.
Blue eyes are considered the absence of color and therefore would not produce hazel eyes.
According to everything I have read, my eyes should be brown. In fact they look very much like my mother's eyes with a little bit of hazel coloring.
I trust my gut feeling which I have had since I was quite young. I always sensed my father was not my father. I never felt I was adopted but always knew something was amiss. As my sig says,
the truth is in me and the "the truth shall set me free." I'm only going to find freedom from my past through trusting myself and my gut feelings.
I remember some very strange conversations with my Nmother noticing things about me and then quickly changing the subject.
One incident in particular happened when I was a freshman in junior high. Being a girl I wanted to try lipstick, earrings, perfume, etc. I went into my parents' room to try out these items. My Nm came in and caught me in the act. Unusual for her, she decided to help me try things out. Normally she would have attacked my curiousity. She found some earings she didn't like because "they hung down too close to her face" and tried them out on my earlobes. My Nm said, "you have such nice earlobes. Not like mine I can't wear this type of earring." She started to put them on me and then her tone changed. Suddenly it was, "you need to hide your ears. They don't look nice. Your hair needs to be covering your ears." She pulled the earrings off my earlobes and brought my hair down to cover my ears. Then quickly got me interested in some lipstick. It was like a Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde switch.
Another time my Nm had roughly grabbed my wrist because she was angry about something. Suddenly in mid action she started to feel my wrist and then she compared that with her own. She said, "unlike me, you've got very small bones." My Nm then showed me the difference -- hers were large. And again as per usual the subject suddenly changed to something completely different.
There were many more incidents of sudden recognition that I was different than her or my father. And my Nm was the one who pointed out those differences. Then there was the quick coverup and subject change.
The covering of my ears with my hair by my Nm became a ritual after that. I would place my hair behind my ears and my mother would change my hair. I'd wear my hair straight and she would suggest curling it so it would cover my ears better. Her obsession with needing my ears covered continued well into my adult life.
In fact no one in my immediate and extended family has ears like mine.
Years ago while doing collages to work through memories I found a picture of someone I recognized. My therapist says face recognition is very common with memories where there may not be a corresponding memory of a name or even actual memory. I've saved that picture for years because the man looks familiar. I looked at it a couple of days ago and guess what type of earlobes this man has? Unattached. His eye color is hazel. Not only that I look like a cross between him and my Nmother.
Looking back I thought my Nm was dissociative because of these abrupt switches. However after thoroughly reading several books in the last couple of days, I've realized this is the typical N response for coverup or denyng feelings of their own or mine.
There are many more clues too numerous to list.
Have you heard about those families in the US where a white couple might have a black child or vice versa, because of genes that have been hidden for generations and that nobody knew about? Imagine trying to explain that to your man!
You mean like the Strom Thurmond black daughter?
