It's not a crime to be ignorant of what adoption is about, of the impact of trauma on children and their parents, of the legal basis of adoptive parenting. I don't judge anyone for not knowing and asking questions.
But I do question people who open this thread, read several pages of it (presumably), and then leave a crass comment about people who are journeying through hell.
I also question people who open this thread, don't read any of the thoughtful contributions, and then leave crass comments etc.
The truth is, many people don't want to know. It is very hard to be near that much pain, to acknowledge that there are children in every school who have had appalling early lives. I wonder sometimes if that is an element in people's willingness to believe that children are taken into care for, ooh let's think, messy hair. It's certainly an element in the many, many people who try to 'reassure' adopters that all children do that, that they just need love and boundaries, that they won't remember any of it, that you're a fabulous mother and that's what will count...
Most of my friends are NOT adopters, funnily enough. There are very few who have any idea how hard it is. If I try to tell them, I meet with their studied scepticism: they put their heads on one side and ask, "How old was she when you got her?" And I say, "Yes, she was very young. And I would never have believed how harmed she would be by those early experiences. But she is." And they tell me that she's lovely, that she'll grow out of it, that all will be fine.
She IS lovely. In adoption terms, I am probably near the shallow end of the pool. My dd is bright, beautiful and loving. But she is also angry, violent, controlling, and incredibly distressed. I still sleep with her, I still go to the bathroom with her - she has too much fear to be on her own. It is exhausting to live with. It is quite unlike parenting my birth child. We are nowhere near disruption, and I love her so very much, but there is no doubt that my wish for another child has brought an avalanche of chaos into our lives.
Her therapist gets it. Other adoptive parents get it. I just wish sometimes my friends and family would get it.