I'm an adoptive parent and reading this thread has made me want to slash my wrists. Or drink large quantities of gin, at any rate. I'm really interested in how prospective adopters, and adoptive parents of young children, keep their spirits up/hope alive while still being realistic about what the future might bring. After all, none of us adopt in the hope of enduring years of distress and dysfunction - however much we say yes, we understand the situation, some part of us is hoping for normalish family life and some measure of happiness. Otherwise we wouldn't be choosing to be parents, we'd be choosing to be child therapists and getting paid for it.
I've never resolved this conundrum for myself - I do just jog through life, fingers metaphorically in my ears, humming happily. I can do that right now because my dd is very young and developing beautifully, but of course that gives me no guarantees for the future. The thought of her developing the kinds of problems mentioned on this thread makes my blood run cold, and no amount of being told to be realistic will stop that because she is my child, I love her more than life, and I can't bear the thought of any unhappiness in her life.
It's also interesting on the service delivery level. We're constantly hearing on the adoption threads about social workers putting the fear of god into prospective adopters about what lies ahead. I'm not sure where I think the balance lies between giving people the full facts/range of possible outcomes, and effectively putting off good prospective adopters.
I also find this thread hard because I feel so defensive of my dd. I want people to understand the realities of adoption, I get so irritated by those who assume it's just the same as having a birth child, and yet I also shrivel inside when people bandy around stories about all the adopted people they know who turned out bad. I feel like it's the mark of Cain on my child. I fear that the fact of her adoption, plus the fact of her being black, means that she will be marked down from the moment she starts school as trouble-in-waiting.
Sorry for such a ramble. I'm finding this quite upsetting and have lost my articulacy.