In their wisdom, my council has decided that a different social worker will write DS's court report for his UK readoption. So previous slightly flaky but lovely social worker who turned up and said "OOh, isn't he lovely, he's doing so well, you're doing so well, do you need anything? Bye." has been replaced by efficient highly experienced SW who leaves me feeling inadequate.
She comes for 60-90 mins at a time (last one used to be in and out in 20 mins unless we got chatting). Second appointment this week and she described him as having "special needs" - now I know all about the "all adopted children have special needs" and do agree to an extent, but I don't think she meant it that way - she was referring to his development (which everyone else thinks apart from his slow speech is absolutely normal). She is insisting I ask GP to do all the extra tests recommended in the BAAF children adopted from overseas medical leaflet despite the fact that we have been home for 15 months and there is patently obviously nothing wrong with him medically. She wants me to go on a special one day course on medical problems of children adopted from overseas - HE DOESN'T HAVE ANY MEDICAL PROBLEMS!
She wants me to ask GP for speech therapy now (aged 2.4 months) whereas I think waiting until his 30 month check will give him a little more time to see if his speech is genuinely delayed or if its just a little slow, and I can't beleive that the extra couple of months at his age will make much difference - will they even offer SALT at 2.4?
Her approach seems to be that every possible problem any child adopted from overseas has ever had is a probability in DS's case.
Right at the end she made a token "oh he is lovely and you are doing so well" comment just as she was leaving. I think its paragraph 11 on her checklist of what to cover with adoptive parents. I really don't need her to say that - I'm his mother, I feel like his mother, its way past the point where I need a social worker to point out the potential problems. I deal with the real ones as they arise.
Grumble mumble mumble - she's doing my head in.
Am I being unreasonable?