The Case of WTF is wrong with my Paperwork

Posted by: Cheryl Siegvolgsen | on April 11, 2026

I have been on a search for years for who my biological parents were. I took a Private Investigation course to improve my life, tired of being ignorant. It is interesting how people say they want an ignorant and innocent youth then they are mad they didn’t know any better. Especially if they come from broken homes like mine with so much hypocrisy. I was left not only with having to leave a toxic environment, I had to be accountable for my part which most often included their part was mine to own, as well as try to make a life with what little tools I had. Sure my parent demonstrated on the outside the “perfect” family and I was called many times spoiled to question it. On the inside there was mental illness, alcoholism, violence, mental abuse and allot of hypocrisy. I almost was potentially killed at one time by them.

I was told in school from career tests I should be a police officer or nurse. As I said before I became a nurse assistant and decided I wasn’t interested in nursing and security guard and decided I didn’t like policing or people. People suck and I didn’t have a high opinion of police either. As a child it wasn’t uncommon to see a police officer hang out with the neighborhood cocaine dealer after a report of drug fights. Could have been innocent, who knows. As a child I questioned differently and it left a bad impression. Not all police are bad and later I came to learn not to judge all based on a few. When you are a child in a broken home and your blood is your enemy that messes with you.

Anyway, in private investigation class documents were the topic and how to find out if they were fraudulent. I learned the social security number reflects the birth certificate and mine was not adding up. I questioned my parents and they said it was due to being in a different state of birth when requirement was made to have a social security card. My instructor didn’t buy that. I really didn’t trust my parents to tell me the truth especially since it was so easy to make me homeless and believe lies against me without a doubt or even let me know why I was rejected.

Fast Forward…. after my document mom and dad passed away I had a desire to know the truth. My document dad was a black out drunk and misogynist. My document mother was a sneaky submissive wife who had schizophrenia. I questioned what is their secret since schizos have been know to take children who don’t belong to them, I was tossed so easily, and more. I was suggested to get a 23&me DNA test. My husband and children took the test so I could weigh the results. My document mom side of the family appeared which brought me relief to some extent. The document dad was not apparent for the longest time. I decided recently after years of waiting for an obvious to dig deeper in a query using my document dads moms maiden name and found a matching name to someone I over heard document dad talking about when I was a child. I decided to message and ask if they knew of my document dad and she said yes and named off his brothers. I realized my document parents are my biological parents.

I would always see my mom crying while talking to my dads mom and me escorted out of the room. Mom would say it was due to grandma forcing her religion on her which that side of the family did have a habit of doing and we resented it. My dad held anger for my grandmother for granddad using his police belt on him after finding grandma with another man and him shipped to his grandparents. (My grandpa was the sketch detective and a police officer. He tried to teach me to draw but my stigmatism made it difficult. I do appreciate that time with him. ) I do question if this was the root of his misogyny. I got a letter from dads mom apologizing to me for my dad and dad read it while calling her a bitch. I asked him why he called her a bitch and he angerly shook his head and refused to answer so I let it go. That was some of the layers on my confusion to my paperwork. My biological dad did not treat me as a daughter and was kinda weird with me. He had his good points. Both of them did. The negatives didn’t make my documents look any better and added to the questions.

I have closed this case to my documents and dna. As far as my life, I will let the illegal emancipation of parental rights I was forced to sign stand and shut the door on what was.