I mean, if, say, you got kidnapped by someone at a young age and you were too young to form memories, then you could theoretically live an entire life falsely believing your parents are your biological parents. Especially if your birth wasn’t properly documented, or from a developing country where paperwork isn’t exactly being done properly.
As to why, maybe some has fertility issues or something. Maybe their original kid died and now they are just having a weird parent complex and trying to fill the void, passing off someone’s kid as their own.
Reason why I’m having these thoughts because I remember running away from home once and its possible perhaps I got kidnapped and I’m misremembering about the part where my mom found me. Perhaps another sets of events happened and my brain just paved over it with less traumatic memories??? Like repressed memories? Idk, memory is kinda fragile, idk how much to trust memory.
I read about some of these stories and now I have paranoia lol.
(Sorry if this post is kinda bizzare, I just have depression and thoughts be spiraling)
Do you have a birth certificate? Do you have access to a mental health professional?
Memories are fuzzy, but I should have one, since the N-600 required it.
That said tho, birth certificates don’t exactly prove much, other than that I legally exist. I mean, what if that birth certificate was issued in the name of a deceased person? What if, hypothetically speaking, if these aren’t my biological parents, and their original kid died, and they kidnapped me as a weird parental desire to fill in their now-dead child’s place, used as like a sort of bandaid over their grief or something?
Idk maybe I read too much fucked up news stories or watch too many tv drama.
And no, I got a bunch of referrals but sort of procrastinated. I should probably schedule an appointment, this depression headache is killing me.
I don’t have a driver license so I need my parents to drive me to doctors visits. Unless I’m gonna waste like $30 on Uber every trip, which I don’t have the luxury of. And I absolutely cannot do public transit, tooo many people. My parents (if they even are my parents, that is) are busy all the time. I’m too broke, and I need them be with me to get them to pay the copays.
Oh fuck, ever since I stopped taking antidepressants, my thoughts just go fucking wild.
My dude, you should not stop taking those meds.