During the first eight years of our parents marriage, we were born: 1951, 1953, 1954, 1956, 1957, 1958(miscarriage).
We were in our teens when we learned of our mother’s miscarriage, but it wasn’t until my father’s death that my mother told us of our father’s vasectomy in 1958.
D’uh!! :smack:
I was in my late teens before my dad admitted to me that my mother was “with child” when they got married. As if I couldn’t do the math and see that I was born a scant 7 months after the wedding.
I was in my early teens when I figured out that my dad had an affair with my mom before divorcing his first wife and marrying her.
I didn’t know that I had a half-brother until I was 13 when he sent a letter to us, saying that he wanted to get to know his “little brothers.”
Too bad he was a dick.
No comment. Not being shy, I just don’t this board has enough disk space for me to post a true and full account of everyting we got goin’ on.
“…just don’t THINK this board…”
Sorry
Heh. My husband’s great-aunt told us about the wives’ tale that the first child could be born any time- it was only subsequent babies that had to take the whole 9 months to be born! 
My aunt waited until my grandmother died before adopting a chinese kid with her female “housemate”. Who had lived with her for ten years. And they had lots of dogs and cats. And they both wear birkenstocks…
My friend’s brother, at the age of 19, found out that he’s actually about 6 months older than his parents had always told him he was. Bit of a shocker, that.
A few years ago I saw a special on the History Channel about the Great Northeast
Blackout of 1965, I acutally saw this before the 2003 blackout, and realized …
hey November 9, 1965 … November to December 1 month … December to
January 2 months … ect August 4, 1966 Ding
Hey Mom & Dad Me and my twin brother are Blacout Babies!!
Hah Hah … Busted 
I have a half sister somewhere from a relationship my father had before he married my mother. I’m the only one who knows.
I haven’t decided if I’m ever going to do anything with that information…but it’s kinda weeeeird.
I was in college before I realized the true nature of my aunt’s relationship with her roommate. They’d lived together for at least 10 years by then, the woman always came to our family get-togethers and holidays, and she wore those ankle boots that zip up on the side. How could I not have known?? I only figured it out because she wrote a letter to me alluding to her “lifestyle choice”.
I was in my midtwenties before I figured out that one of my older relatives is gay, even though we all visited each other regularly, she had a very short list of long-term female “roommates,” uses a unisex nickname instead of her rather flowery given name, plays a lot of sports, looks and dresses rather like a man . . . But then again, even though my family is a bunch of bigots, NOBODY talks about it. Ever. No gay jokes ever, either. It’s the elephant in the room that nobody talks about, not even her.
So I had zero gaydar when I was a kid and young adult. I only recently learned about the lesbians who lived in our dorm in college. Hung out with them regularly and had no clue.
My family secrets are a little too secret to toss about on the Internet. Sorry.
I was born on Nov 13.
I was in college before I realized the ramifications of that.
Okay, what is with the “lesbian aunt” thing? I have one too! A great-aunt, actually. Very butch, never married… and I had no idea. She even had the short nickname for a very feminine given name.
We aren’t related, are we Scarlett?
Ditto on both there…
It took me about 30 seconds, but I finally got it. Good one.
The Battle of Guadalcanal?
Try Valentine’s Day.