I’m an adoptive parent and it is horseshit.
I think we’re accepted as parents because we are actually parenting. Bedtimes, homework, eating vegetables. It’s not about our identity, it’s about what we actually do.
I go to a mothers’ support group.
When the conversation invariably turns to pregnancy and birth, I listen to people’s stories. I don’t start getting upset and saying that they are exclusionary that they are “adoptionphobes” because “not all mothers give birth”. When they ask about my birth story I tell them I don’t have one but happy to tell them about the day I first met DD.
We often talk about the birth family with DD, always kindly and with love. We don’t try to write them out of existence. We’re very clear DD has two mums and two dads. There’s no pretence that we are her biological parents.
OK we don’t tell everyone (ie random strangers in the street) but we’re open about it with the people that we know. Friends, Colleagues, school teachers, doctors. If a doctor asks about her family health history, I don’t give mine as it’s not relevant.
And I agree with others it takes ages to get approved. They want to be sure you’re committed, resilient and understand the difference and implications of adopting. You don’t just change your profile description to parent on twitter and get handed a child!