A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: Hating the institution of adoption AIIG/CP* is not the same as hating life, one’s family, America, kittens, Jesus, or ice cream. If, when discussing adoption, you find yourself confused about this, the giveaway is that only one of the words in the above list is “adoption” whereas the other words are not. Thank you.
To continue a theme from yesterday’s post, every time a spiky urchin (or anyone else!) suggests that adoption is rough on an adoptee, or that corruption in adoption is rampant, or that the horror stories about women popping up out of nowhere years later and getting their kids back are just that, someone eventually says it:
“I’m sorry you had such a bad adoption experience.”
Pfft. In the first place, you’re not sorry at all; you’re simply trying to shift the conversation from what’s wrong with adoption, which according to you is nothing, to what’s wrong with me–and, since I’m a product of adoption, you’re arguing against yourself. In the second place, if I had “a bad adoption experience” (whatever that means), that story would be mine to share or not share, and I would certainly not talk to every sanctimonious prick who thinks Adoption Is Booful And Cannot Be Improved about it.
*I’m sick of typing out “as it is generally/currently practiced.”