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Sure. They can ask anything.My son’s pediatrician asked me if I would leave the exam room at the end of my 14 year old son’s annual exam just yesterday, and I was thrilled to be able to do so! To have my son have private time with his doctor was a proud moment.After the physical exam, and talking together for a few minutes, we all rejoined, reviewed vaccinations, health forms, some dietary advice, and wrapped up.An excellent appointment. I think it’s critical that the pediatrician can have some private time to check for abuse, private concerns of the adolescent, and any other concerns the child may have.

I am 18.Pros:Some would now consider me an adult.I can buy spray paint.I can access my own health forms (which I didn’t know I couldn’t do until I was 17 and was unable to retrieve my own vaccination records. WTF?)I no longer have to lie about my birthdate on website registrations or any sort of forms.I can say, “Don’t worry, guys— there’s an adult present.” Then I can immediately place blame/responsibility on someone else. Because I’m the adult.I don’t need parent permission for anything.Okay, I don’t legally need parent permission for anything. I still ask my mommy if I can do things sometimes.I can go to certain clubs, as long as I don’t drink.I can go to the store and give other adults that knowing nod like, “Yep. I’m an adult too. Just adulting about in all my maturity and responsibility. Good day, fellow adult.” It’s empowering.Cons:Some people would now consider me an adult.Responsibilities.I can no longer claim being a child as a way to get out of responsibilities.I’m almost 20 and 20 is old.People think that I know things?I have to make phone calls sometimes and that’s pretty scary.What is career??Cat leggings are becoming less socially acceptable, and that means I will soon have nothing to wear. Or maybe I just won’t care and I’ll wear them anyway.No one brings me Taco Bell. I have to get it myself.Some people still refer to me as a girl or a child, which bugs me.Grocery shopping is both inconvenient and the saddest way to watch money go. Why do things cost money.I have to problem-solve instead of calling my mom right away and that’s frustrating.Sometimes people call me “ma’am” and it makes me cry inside.I still can’t drink in the US. I don’t ever plan to, but I like having options.All in all, 18 is a weird time. I’ve got all the responsibilities of an adult but all the capabilities of a 3 year old.It’s terrifying.

I was adopted over 60 years ago as a 1 month old infant. A few years ago Illinois changed it’s records laws and I was able to get my birth father’s first name and my birth mother’s last name. Not enough to close the circle. Then my birth father and I independently took AncestryDNA tests. That gave me his last name. He was prominent in the community and his home phone was listed.I called the number, said I was Dave Ptasnik from Seattle, that I was doing genealogical research, and thought it was possible we were related. He invited me to go on, so I asked him about some things I had researched about his past. There is hiding from the internet. Including if his name was Earl Bryant Anderson and if he dated a woman named Doore at so and so high school in the summer of 1956. “Oh, you mean Judy” (HA! Gotcha mom.) I said that she was indeed the one I meant, and that I was probably his and Judy’s son. His first reaction was that Judy had dated a lot of other guys (nice, dad. Throw mom under the bus and go into denial mode) Then I explained that he was a 100% match from a DNA test. That it was just like they do on Maury Povich or Jerry Springer.I said that I was open to more contact, but would really appreciate family health information so I could give my doctors some relevant information. The call ended cordially. I sent off the family health history form to him and his two surviving children. One child had died in a traffic accident years ago. Seems I still have a half brother and half sister on his side. I did not receive any of the forms back. I did, however receive a threatening letter from his lawyer ordering me to never contact him, any of his family, or pretty much anyone else in the lower 48 states again. So that’s how my birth dad reacted.On to my birth mother, Judith Anne Doore. Same drill with the phone call. When I said I believed I was her son by Earl she quietly said “I don’t want to have this conversation.” and hung up. I have one half brother and two half sisters on Judy’s side. I sent Judy and all my half siblings an explanation letter and medical history forms. No forms returned. Thanks mom. That is her reaction.My reaction? Feeling particularly fortunate to have been adopted by my awesome parents Tom and Betty Ptasnik.The story may not be complete. This past year I have had a meningioma brain tumor removed, as well as pre-cancerous intestinal polyps. All of that can run in families. I am going to send all of them a warning that they should get checked out if they are having any neurological symptoms (I was warned by losing my sense of smell), or haven’t had routine colon screening. I will also send them family health forms again to try to find out what other little surprises may be waiting for me.Cheers