I Did A DNA Test To Trace My Ancestry And Got Three Big Shocks
And why I would still recommend doing a test
I did it during the very first lockdown. Perhaps it was boredom that made me take that chance and order up the spit tube for the bargain price of £80. You’re thinking this isn’t a bargain? Well, I had nothing else to spend my money on during those months. None of us did. All I had was time on my hands and money I couldn’t spend so I decided to attempt to pick up the genealogical research I had been undertaking since 1996 and take my family history a little further back.
It was a blogger friend who inadvertently convinced me that it was a good idea. She lives in Florida and has a varied ancestry profile with Spanish, Native American, Irish DNA in her profile and other smaller percentages from different European countries too. It seemed exciting, to find out by scientific methods who I really am. I have dark hair and dark eyes and imagined that there had to be something exotic out there in my family tree that I simply hadn’t found yet. I never felt Scottish. I felt displaced, and I had very little in common with my parents, sister, aunts, uncles and cousins. Somewhere, deep down, hyperbole took over my thoughts and I suspected I was switched at birth.
