Neither of My Parents Was Exactly Who I Thought They Were

Elizabeth Wurtzel spent decades trying to understand why nobody in her family was much like her

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Jan 8, 2019 · 18 min read
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American writer Elizabeth Wurtzel, author of the memoir ‘Prozac Nation,’ holds up a locket with the word ‘Prozac’ on it and poses for a portrait on August 14, 1991 in New York City, New York. Photo: Catherine McGann/Getty Images

By Elizabeth Wurtzel

Life is just a shock to the system.

It turns out that the man I have spent 50 years believing to be my father is not my father.

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