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19 Jun Sperm Donor Op-Ed

At the bottom of this post is an op-ed of sorts that I have written that relates to a film that I have begun to work on about the nature of family. I have been taking notes and talking to people about these issues, but I feel like this is a film that can’t really form in a vacuum- so I’ve decided to start this blog to force myself to work through these ideas.

As it states below I have always taken a lot of photos. For many years I worked on somewhat elaborate photo book letters. I would get photos back from the lab and select some of the better ones and then paste them into a book format. I would then riff off of the photos and write rambling philosophical letters to a few good friends. In a sense I want this film to feel like that. While it will be exploring some charged issues- I want it to flow in a graceful way- and like those letters I want it to be personal.

At the same time I value a certain level of privacy. This is one of the reasons that I haven’t charged ahead with the project in as vigorous a manner as I might have liked to. In addition it’s not just my own privacy that I have to be concerned with.

When my father was alive he would get livid if I took his photo. One time he chased me and hit me with a magazine when I dared to take his photo. At the same time he was a total ham who would steal the thunder at any gathering he was at. I assume that on some level he didn’t appreciate the lack of control. I can see that already I am rambling off topic- which I enjoy- but as this is the first post and it’s designed to launch this op-ed I’ll save more rambling for a future post.

On that note I will end here- but begin to post about issues related to how we become who we are.

Are You My Father?

Stems cell research, in-vitro fertilization, egg and sperm donations, and the ethical implications that surround them have been all over the news recently. These are thorny issues and as a filmmaker I am compelled to throw myself and my story into the debate.

Before I made films I played bass guitar in a rock band. To support myself I worked as a messenger for a commercial production house, and a couple of times a week I donated sperm. While on my way uptown to deliver videotapes to the edit house I’d sometimes stop by the sperm bank to make a deposit. 50 bucks might not sound like a lot of money, but it was almost as much as I made for a full day of work as a messenger. My rent was only $150 a month, so between a few days of working as a messenger and 4-6 donations a month, I had enough money to live and enough time to focus on music, photography, and writing.

Despite the fact that I was a religious studies major in college I didn’t think too deeply about the ethical or long term implications of my second job. I also didn’t keep my work a secret. In fact when people asked me what I did for a living I’d say, “I’m a sperm donor”. They either laughed or recoiled in horror. Invariably I would get along well with those who laughed or were intrigued; it was kind of a litmus test.

All humor aside, when I started donating I had the sense that the sperm donor was a pretty unimportant part of the equation. I’d read or seen many sob stories about adopted children searching for their birth mother, but I had never seen anything written about the search for a birth father, let alone a donor father. I donated on and off for probably a couple of years when I wasn’t on tour with my band. When I started to date my future wife in a serious way I simply stopped going to the lab. I didn’t think about it too much after that.

We got married and after several years my wife and I had a red haired, wild eyed, explosively charismatic daughter. I spent a lot of time with her and was fascinated by the reality of watching her become who she is. There were things about my daughter that simply couldn’t have been formed or changed by my parenting style, skills, or lack of thereof. She was who she was when she was born, and she was a lot more me than her mom.

When my wife was 6 months pregnant with our second daughter my father was struck by a car and killed instantly. I was very close to my father which made it a gut-wrenchingly painful experience. While we had our conflicts we also had good communication and as such I didn’t feel like we had unfinished business to deal with despite the fact that he was snatched from us so violently. I was pleased that my older daughter had gotten to know him because both of my grandfathers had passed away before I was born and I had the sense that I had missed out on something by never meeting them. Even though she was just shy of 4 years old when he passed away I believe that knowing him had a powerful effect on her life. I have a picture of her on his lap being read to that is, for lack of a better word, precious.

My father handled almost everything in my family and I fell into his leadership role in arranging the funeral. Although hastily put together, it brought many of my relatives together from all over the country. Some of my cousins came that I hadn’t talked to in over a decade, yet I felt deeply connected to them. Over 100 people crowded into our house for an impromptu afternoon of remembrance. As I spoke to this group about my father I wore his shirt, which was too small and his watch that didn’t work, because I needed to feel connected to him. The room was filled with people who had felt connected to him, and I in turn felt connected to them.

Three months after my father passed away we had our new baby girl. Within weeks I could tell that she took after my wife, and not just in the way that she looked, but in her calm and observant presence. My older daughter shares a hyper energy with myself and my mother, while our younger daughter has a quiet reserved nature like my wife and her maternal grandfather.
It is one thing to understand that there are parts of us that are shaped by nature and parts that are shaped by nurture. It is another thing completely to have two small children and witness how powerfully nature wields it’s brush.

When our little one was a couple of months old I was showing her off at the hair salon on the corner. After cooing over her for a few minutes my friend Lois eyed me fiercely and harrumphed, “Mike, now you gotta go for your boy.”

“Hell no. I’m finished. I can’t handle the two I have.” I shot back.
“Mike you gotta have a boy.” she drawled as she went back to washing her clients hair.

As I left the salon I was struck by the thought that I must have a boy somewhere, probably a lot of boys and a bunch more girls to boot. I stood holding my baby with one hand while trying to contain my older daughter’s manic energy with the other and I was dumbfounded by the reality of the situation. Some of them might be 18 years old I realized, and they probably want, even need, to know who I am.

At home, as I googled “sperm donor children father”, I noted the fact that when I was a donor the internet was not a part of our daily lives. Information moves so differently now than it did then. If I was a 20 year old now and considering donating sperm there’s no doubt that I would be doing this same web search before I signed up. Back then the only easily available source of information was the lab itself, and they weren’t particularly forthcoming. Immediately I found donorsiblingregistry.com. Wendy Kramer and her teen-aged son Ryan, who was donor conceived (DC), started the site in 2000 as a way to connect DC people with each other and possibly even their donors. It has now turned into the lifeline for a rapidly expanding community of DC children and their parents. Increasingly former donors are finding the site as well. At last count it had over 23,000 members and 6,000 recorded sibling and donor matches. As i paged through the site, as well as other articles on the net, I quickly realized that the ethical implications of sperm and egg donation were coming home to roost. The site makes it possible for donors and DC people to list their information allowing them to find each other. As I searched further on other sites I found that a lot of the stories that I came across were about donor conceived individuals desperate to find their hidden fathers. Some of these people are livid about being kept in the dark. Many of them direct a lot of anger at the thoughtless donors like myself who helped create them but aren’t there for them. Having just lost my father I could relate to their pain. It was clear to me that I had a responsibility to make myself available to those people conceived from my sperm. It was a bit overwhelming to imagine having 5, 10, or even 20 new additions to my family but frankly, also kind of exciting.

I immediately called the lab that I had donated at in order to find out my donor number so that I could list myself on the site. That is, I called the lab after talking with my wife about the possible implications of the Pandora’s box that might open. As I had never kept my “job’” a secret she wasn’t surprised to hear about the registry. However, she did pause to think about what the implications might be for her and our children. However, she too understood that some people might need to know about me so she gave me her blessing. 9 months and 15 to 20 calls later I was finally able to get the lab to give me my donor number. There was, and is no real standard for record keeping and it seemed that all my information was in a box in a storage facility that wasn’t easy to access. I also imagine that the facility kind of hoped I’d just go away. Secrecy, and anonymity make their job a lot less complex and the industry isn’t too happy about that growing cry for openness. They argue if that a national registry existed it would raise serious privacy concerns, and likely limit the number of donors who are willing to feed the growing industry. Recently the UK joined many other nations in banning anonymous donations and it has led to a shortage in available donors. However, the number of donors is beginning to climb back up. As we’ve learned from current financial mess sometimes caution and solid information trump convenience.

With my number in hand I logged onto the donor sibling registry and listed myself and waited. For the first few days I nervously checked my email to see if I had been contacted. That was a year ago. I still haven’t been contacted, but I have been tracking the issue very closely. As a filmmaker and a serial documenter of my own life I felt compelled to explore the issue through a film of my own. For the past year I have followed the discussion in both the media and on the list serve of the DSR. As the DSR community grows, it’s collective voice becomes louder and one of the most powerful messages emanating from that community is that anonymous sperm and egg donation has severe negative consequences. As an anonymous donor I completely agree. Would I have donated if it wasn’t anonymous? Frankly, it’s hard to say, but I imagine so. I might have thought about it a little harder but both the financial and moral reasons would have still existed. I needed a way to support myself as an artist and I believed that I was doing a mitzvah for those in need. My father, who was desperately anxious about my lack of defined career path, was pleased that I was paying the rent with the world’s oldest pastime. When he tried to end each of our weekly conversations with, “Write when you get work…,” I could shout him down with the fact that I had a job even if it was somewhat unconventional. If the option existed at the time I think that I might have chosen to be a known donor. However, at the time that I donated there was no mention of anything except anonymous donation, so my thoughts didn’t go too far in that direction

After a screening the other night I was talking to a filmmaker I’d just met and he was telling me about a documentary he was going to work on about people who subject themselves to medical experiments as a way to make money. When I was a donor I had considered doing medical experiments as well for similar reasons; decent pay while doing something for the “public good”. I mentioned my project and he excitedly informed me that he too had been a donor in the late 80′s. We both remembered that our role was completely minimized by the sperm bank. I can’t say that I felt “ashamed” at the time, but we laughed about how awkward it was checking in with the nurse at the front desk to let her know that you were going to head to the back and masturbate into a little cup. When I mentioned that I had listed myself on the DSR he was a bit dumbfounded. I don’t think he’d ever thought too much about the kids that might be out there.

Recently the Boston Herald ran an article about a 10 year old girl who was looking for her father for both medical and emotional reasons. She had a cyst in her brain and everyone thought it was in the best interest of the child to find out information about her biological father’s medical history. When her mother called the lab that provided the donor sperm she couldn’t get anything beyond the basic information she was originally given, and they refused to make any effort to contact him. The article was in part an attempt to reach out to this individual to see if he might come forward. The girl was open in her feelings; she needed the medical information but she was also interested in knowing who this man was. There was a robust thread on the online comments section of the article. These comments were either empathetically informed and supportive of her search or combative and accusatory. The combative ones cried, “A deal’s a deal! How can this mother go back on her word… etc etc”. On the DSR listserve the girl’s mother expressed her daughter’s horror at the comments (she mentioned cradling her sobbing daughter). At this moment I moved from observer to advocate. I posted a comment which ended,

“I signed up as an anonymous donor- because really that was the only option at the time. Yes, I signed an agreement that kept my identity secret- but that was 20 years ago and I wasn’t given another option- things change- times change- people change-and as such, the idea that someone is at fault in the situation described in this article is ludicrous. I wouldn’t be surprised if this nervous 20 year old who said he wanted to be anonymous might not be a confident gregarious 35 year old who would love to meet his daughter.”

Basic common sense should allow us to extrapolate from the adoption rights movement that while openness may be more emotionally complex at the outset, if handled properly it can lead to healthier outcomes. In the dark days of adoption a young pregnant person would disappear from town, have a baby that was whisked away from her, and slip back into her own life as if nothing had happened. Secretness and stigma ruled the day. Times have changed. I have a good friend who gave birth to a child when she was in no position to care for it nearly a decade ago. She gave the child up for adoption but has remained in touch with the adoptive mother and her son and gets to see him every few months. I think that it was a bit awkward for all involved at first but in the end it has been wonderful. My friend now has a loving husband and a 2 and half year old that she is raising. Her son has met his half brother and my friend can’t imagine the pain she would feel if she had no connection to her son.

While there has been significant research concerning the emotional welfare of those involved with an adoption situation there has been much less involving donor conception. From my year of following this issue the “street chatter” is making it clear that children have a need to know about their biological background. It’s clear that the people most affected by these decisions are the ones with no voice whatsoever. In addition, as I have followed this issue the last year I have noticed that for the most part the donors are largely still in hiding, we’re simply not present enough in the discussion. I am sure that there are some donors who want to stay hidden. At the very least prospective donors need good information about the implications of their participation.

Recently several groups from around the world that are involved in issues surrounding donor conception formed an umbrella group (International Network of Donor Conception Organization) and put forth the following list of suggestions for a more reasonable and healthy approach to donor conception. for more information you can visit http://www.inodco.com/

1. End donor anonymity.

2. Track all recipients, donors and births and safeguard all records in a central, government data bank indefinitely. Information to be accessible by all involved families.

3. Mandate reporting of donor conceived live births from each donor.

4. Limit the number of births conceived with the sperm or eggs from any given donor

5. Require donors to regularly update their family medical history. Medical information to be included in donor data bank.

6. .Mandate genetic testing for donors and include genetic information in donor bank.

7. Push our respective governments to inquire into followup health histories of egg donors.

8. Require mandatory third party counseling for all prospective donors and parents.

9. Require legal and financial protection for anonymous donors so that they may feel safe to come forward.
Posted by donor 67 at 7:44 AM
Labels: daughters, family, fathers, filmmaking, sperm donation
9 comments:

John Howard said…

Thanks for sharing your experience.

As to the “more reasonable and healthy approach to donor conception”, there really is none. It’s adultery, whether its anonymous or not. We should work to reduce infertility, which we currently seem to regard as a given and no big deal, perhaps because there is a donor conception industry that makes millions off of infertile people. I’m not aware of any serious efforts to reverse the spread of infertility. One way to change that would be to prohibit intentional conception of unmarried people. If we shut down the sperm banks, then maybe we could get around their infulence and begin to help keep people healthy.
Also, #6 on that list is a terrible form of Eugenics that will become a obligatory step for all couples, not just donors. It’s another industry waiting to profit at the cost of our liberty and dignity.
June 17, 2009 12:45 PM
Mark Lyndon said…

I couldn’t agree less with the previous comment.

Well done to you Donor 67, and I look forward to your further posts.

You may both be interested in this group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SpermDonors/
June 17, 2009 1:56 PM
John Howard said…

You don’t even agree that we should reduce infertility? You disagree about it being Eugenics, or that Eugenics is bad? And, who are you, please disclose any conflicts of interest, like being a geneticist or transhumanist or something.
June 17, 2009 3:40 PM
Offspringgirl said…

Thsnk you for your well thought out blog. After finding out I was conceived via sperm donation in January I appreciate reading what you have written. I have done much to try and find my biological Father in a short time and have found the same reactions from people as you decribed in the Herald article. I am also registered on DSR with hopes to get a response.
June 17, 2009 4:11 PM
tjacobson said…

Donor 67- It’s not often I am so drawn to reading such a long post, but your quality thoughts and top-notch writing pulled me in.

I’m mom to twin DC kids – married to a man who never expected infertility. We chose, long ago when the kids were born, to be open, honest and forthcoming with our children about their conception. Now, thanks to the DSR, along with modern media, they have 10 siblings – many of whom they connect with on an amazing visceral level. Our family has been redefined in many ways – all of them positive.

We only know our donor’s number (and 17 pages of other esoteric information) but think of him during the strangest of times. When our children exibit behaviors or talents that are clearly not genetically ours, we wonder. When I look at my son and see the huge feet he’s grown into, I wonder why “shoe size” wasn’t on the original form. Not that it matters so much really, but still we wonder.

The other “sister-moms” and I contemplate what our donor looks like as we’ve never seen photos. They just didn’t distribute those in the early to mid ’90s. It’s like a jigsaw puzzle where we imagine pieces of ourselves missing in order to amass a composite picture of him.

I’m rambling, but it feels good. I’ve been waiting for a film-maker to take ownership of a project like this. I love your concept, your ideas, your willingness to share yourself and figure it all out. Thanks.
June 17, 2009 6:17 PM
Mark Lyndon said…

John Howard said: You don’t even agree that we should reduce infertility? You disagree about it being Eugenics, or that Eugenics is bad? And, who are you, please disclose any conflicts of interest, like being a geneticist or transhumanist or something.

I don’t think we should reduce infertility by making it harder for people with fertility problems to have children. I would regard that as eugenics and as wrong. I personally wouldn’t classify mandated genetic testing for gamete donors as eugenics, but either way, I don’t consider it a bad thing.

I was a sperm donor over 20 years ago, and I’ve been interested in the ethics of donor conception ever since.. I’m interested in genetics, but I’m not a geneticist, and I didn’t even know what transhumanism was till I googled it just now.
June 17, 2009 6:37 PM
Alana said…

I’m *very encouraged to see a post like this from a donor. Thank you for legitimizing the father-child relationship that exists between donors and their offspring despite anonymity and separation.

I’m a donor kid- will be turning 23 this July and have just finished writing my first screenplay about my experiences growing up and craving a relationship with my biological father. As a musician I wrote several songs to score the story and it’s proven to be the biggest project I’ve ever completed- my own personal taj mahal dedicated to the man I love- my elusive father.

If you need a song for your film. I have one you might be interested in.It’s not published online, but you could email me for it.

myspace.com/alanasveta
June 18, 2009 4:19 AM
donor 67 said…

hi alana- you can email me through my profile as i don’t have your email address
June 18, 2009 11:45 AM
donor 67 said…

btw I just listened to a song on your site- wow-
I will try to come to one of your shows.

a good friend of mine read the post yesterday and wrote to me about being adopted- and she lives across the street from from pete’s- and she too is an amazing singer- maybe i can drag her out.

michael
m_galinsky at yahoo dot co….
June 18, 2009 11:49 AM

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