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Just wondering - how do you handle those well meaning but utterly annoying people (nosey parkers, in my books) you come across who say - oh you should have waited you would have got your own child - or enquire about your fertility status?
My adopted son is my OWN son and my fertility status is none of anybody's business. A little new to being an adoptive mom, maybe down the line I will get used to this but would appreciate some pointers from those who have been there, seen that, done this...
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Ugh! I know what you mean. My best friend used to tell me to keep trying, that her husband was declared unable to father a child and that they have had 3 beautiful, healthy boys. Good for them. But after 5 years of trying (the old fashioned way) & 1 round of IVF (with ICSI-when you really need science b/c without it there would be no fighting chance) we decided to adopt. Now it's not so much that they ask me why we didn't keep trying, rather they ask all kinds of questions about details of the adoption (independent/open, etc). I am tired of rehashing the details, especially to strangers who really need not know that it was an open adoption and the amount of contact/or not we are going to have with the birth mom. (Because they will certainly have an opinion about that too). Ugh! I need to come up with a quick answer to the adoption question. Or perhaps not even tell anyone that he is adopted anymore. I mean, what difference does it make? He is our son!!!!! And we will love him just the same.Thanks for letting me vent.
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I recently wrote about this on my blog ... [url=http://anickelsworthofcommonsense.blogspot.com/2008/10/three-types-of-people.html]A Nickel's Worth of Common Sense: Three Types of People[/url] after a particularly frustrating experience with someone who insisted on asking inappropriate questions (personal ones) in front of my kids (now ages 12 and 13).
Three Types of People
Imagine for a moment that you have a facial disability. A scar, a deformity, a birth mark? Maybe it was caused by an accident, maybe its a birth defect, but either way its a visible difference that everyone sees the minute they meet you. It can't be covered with makeup or wearing a hat, and really, you don't want it to be. You might be different than other people, or at least look different, but that's just fine with you.
You find, however, that there are three distinct ways people react when meeting you.
The first group we will call The Happily Indifferent. The T.H.I. meet you and notice your difference and then in a space of around 5 seconds think "oh a facial difference. Cool." and move on. They are neither emotionally vested in your face nor personally affected by it. Some might make a passing comment about it but to them, its not important or relevant. You might look different but are still normal and they treat you as such. You find this group easy to deal with and they don't affect your self esteem in any negative way. You don't share personal information with them about your disability, but that's ok because they really aren't interested in it anyways. You find that most children and 98% of men fit into this category.
The second group we will call The Supportive Set. T. S.S.'ers understand that life is more challenging with your disability. Often they are personally connected in some way and have taken the time to educate themselves about what life is like with a facial deformity. Mostly this group is comprised of your closest friends and family, but sometimes strangers fit in to it. They might approach you at the grocery store and gently say something like, "I have spent time at Facial Diffrence Hospital too, some days are hard, aren't they?" or "I am genuinely interested in understanding Facial Differences, would you mind sharing some generalities". T.S.S.ers know not to pry for your personal information. The reason why your face is deformed. How this has affected your life. They know, when you trust them, you will share those reasons. They respect you. They respect your privacy. They instinctively know your boundaries. These people are your "safe" people. The ones you trust. The ones you cry with and share with. These are the people that make life worth living.
The third group we will call The Nosy Wenches. T.N.W.'ers and their questions make you want to throw acid in their faces and stab their eyes out with little tiny sharpened pencils. You don't. But boy do you have fun imagining it some days. T.N.W.'ers see you not as a person but as a deformity. They pry. They prod. They offer unsolicited advice because their sister's cousin's son has a club foot and they obviously know ALOT about your facial issues. They ask intimate and personal questions in public places. They feel entitled to know the why's, the how's and the happenings of your history because you do not fit their idea of normal, and as such aren't entitled to any privacy. They think you should be willing to discuss your personal life no matter where you are or what you are doing because you are differerent, and they are curious. They do not respect you, or your personhood. When you try to protect yourself and your privacy by not answering their questions, they are offended. Hurt that you DARE not understand that they "just want to know". You become the benchmark by which they judge all future interactions with people with your disability. So some days you grit your teeth, smiley nicely and answer their questions. Other days you do not have the strength. You find that almost 100% of the T.N.W.s are women. "Nice" women who use politeness to hide their biting comments and morbid curiousity.
Now imagine for a moment that its not YOU with that disability, but rather your child. You smile and breathe a sigh of relief every time your child interacts with The Happily Indifferent. You cling to The Supportive Set and surround your family with safe people. Now imagine being the mother when you have to constantly protect your child from The Nosy Wenches. How you are judged if you don't protect your child from their rude questions, but also judged if you DO protect your child from having their privacy violated just because they are "different". You face questions like "Wow what did you do to cause that?" or "Does that mean they can't talk" or "You are such an angel to keep a child who looks like THAT around". Your child hears themselves discussed by strangers as if they are unable to understand, despite the fact they are close by.
Now obviously, the vast majority of my readers would understand that questions about a physical disability of a personal nature are rude. Inappropriate and completely unnecessary. A good mother protects her children from the nosy wenches. A good mother surrounds her children with supportive people.
Now imagine for a moment being a transracial adoptive family. Obviously, being a minority is not a "birth defect" or a "deformity" and I by NO MEANS am implying that, but what I am doing is hoping that people begin to think and understand. Being visibly different in ANY way does not automatically mean all rights to privacy are sacrificed to fulfill curiousities. If your child was missing an eye, I would hope you wouldn't feel it necessary to tell me it was caused by your prenatal drinking binge because I am standing behind you in line at the grocery store and am curious. I would hope that OTHERS wouldn't think it necessary for you to answer that question if I asked it of you (ESPECIALLY in front of your child) just because I wanted to know.
If you dont get that basic privacy rights are still held by the minorities of our society - By the different, By the visible - you have some learning to do.
I dealt with the same thing, finding myself telling folks he is adopted and hearing the same questions. I just stopped telling ppl. B/c frankly, he is our son and God blessed us with him and it is no one else's business. They can join in on the blessing and invited comments, but stay in control of the conversation. I have learned the hard way, one man's curiosity is another's gossip. Everyone doesn't need to know. God Bless~
My all time favorite: a little old lady comes up to me and my hisp/AA daughter (I'm cauc.) in Walmart (where else?) and says "what a cute baby...does she favor you or her father?" to which I thought for a moment and said "I really don't know who she favors because I don't know who the father is". Which is factually true. I thought she might have a stroke right there. Anyhow, back in 2003, when I first posted to this thread I had just my daughter. This year we were blessed with a beautiful son (AA). Now then of course she's almost 5 1/2 years old so I've toned it down a lot. I've never been one to suffer bad manners & stupidity but I am trying to set a good example for my kids. So the answer (or lack thereof) changes as time goes by. In my experience, people seem to have enough sense to not ask questions like that when the older child is standing right there. The dumbest questions always came when she was an infant and presumably too oblivious for it to have an impact.
Ha ha ha!!!! That is priceless! My daughter is multi-racial (Cau, AA, & NA)...she looks like a darker version of her birth mom...unknown BF as it was unconsentual. Anyway, when she was a baby, everyone said she looked like her daddy...my husband...which must be because I am gastly pale w/ very straight hair. Once a woman said, "she looks just like you"...I about choked. (it was a 1st to have anyone say we looked even remotely alike) She looks nothing like me! LOL!!!! But I thanked her warmly. I get strange questions...once a woman who found out our daughter was adopted, marched up & asked, "so was she a drug baby? was her mom on drugs?" Uh, no. Also, since my daughter's BF is unknown due to a situation of rape, I was questioned about her genetics. She is special needs & we were sent to various specialists who ran a battery of tests, including 2 different sets of genetic tests. We have info on her birth mom & medical info of her pregnancy & delivery. Now, specialists have determined my daughter has medical issues due to an attempted abortion at 20 wks where a doctor began the dilation process to perform a D&E...all genetic tests were negative...one doc even said to ME with HER present..."It isn't a problem that they were doing a 2nd trimester abortion. It is that they didn't complete it. Stunned & insulted beyond comprehension, I replied, "Well, I'd rather she be delayed than dead." And we left...never went back. Anyway, the person who was overly concerned about the details of her genetic paternity went on to say "I'm a big believer in genetics. My ex-wife & I are of good stock & our kids are of good stock. My grandkids have good genes." And what...my kid DOESN'T have "good genes"? Thanks, Hitler. I thought we were a little farther past that eugenics garbage. This is the same mentality that caised my daughter's birth mom to consent to the abortion. The clinic counselors told her "no one will want a bi-racial rapist's baby"...that because the baby is 1)bi-racial & 2)has a gentic link to a rapist, then no one will want it...as if this baby will be born & will be a mini-rapist! Sigh. Yeah, I'm sure NURTURE has nothing to do with it. Sad.
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Thanks :)
I wanted to comment on the person who said that comments come less as the child gets older and say to a CERTAIN extent that is true, but it isnt completely true. My boys are now 12 and 13 - taller than me. My 13 year old is a BIG kid - looks much older than 13. We have incidents AT LEAST once a week where people ask inappropriate questions of me in front of the kids. I KNOW he doesn't always share with me what he gets asked at school.
We get less "pats on the head" now, and less "how long have you had thems" but we still get racially based questions ...
"Are they REALLY brothers?"
"Where are they FROM" *because remember if you aren't white you arent FROM here and must be FROM somewhere else
The kicker was "what language do they speak?" THIS question from someone who was just introduced and carried on a conversation with all of us (including the boys).
Idiots don't go away and being an advocate (and a privacy advocate) for your kids is HUGELY important, no matter what their age.
Rude person: How come you couldn't have real children.
A: What do you think she is, imaginary?
Q: No, how come you had to adopt?
A: No one held a gun to my head and made me do it
Q: No, no, how come you couldn't have children of your own?
A: Who do you think she belongs to, the neighbors?
Q: No, how come you weren't able to give conceive and give birth?
A: When is the last time you masturbated? OR What makes you think I couldn't? OR Why is that any of your business?
Q: Does it bother you to have a child that doesn't look like you?
A: I am just grateful she doesn't look like you.
Q: Well, are they real brother and sister?
A: No they are wooden puppets.
Q: She so lucky to have you.
A: Actually, she's lucky that she didn't end up with a parent as ignorant as you.
Q: Why didn't her real parents want her?
A: How dare you suggest we don't want her!
Q: No, I mean why didn't her birth parents want her?
A: How dare you suggest they didn't!
Q: Well, then why did they place her for adoption?
A: Why is that any of your business?
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Rude person: Is he your real child?
Cat daddy: Are those your real breasts?
ha ha ha! I laughed outloud when you wrote Q: Does it bother you to have a child that doesn't look like you?A: I am just grateful she doesn't look like you.
I would love to be around to see the faces of people when they get those kinds of responses! My daughter is special needs and I get questions about why she isn't potty trained yet or "what is wrong with her" or even just stares of disgust...oh how fun. But I find I am sometimes "too" polite. My daugher's problems stem from an abortion attempt that occured when she was 20wks. Her birth mom had been pressured at 13 to consent to an abortion, but thankfully the procedure was halted part way through & rescheduled. Her birth mom decided to place her daughter for adoption instead of continuing with the abortion process. We were sharing her medical history with a specialist we were seeing to evaluate her development and he told us "it isn't a problem that they were doing a 2nd trimester abortion, but that they didn't complete it." Polite went out the window. As I picked my jaw up out of my lap and recovered my tongue, I told the doctor, "Well, I'd rather she be delayed than dead." Can I tell you how insulted I was as her mother to have him say that to me...in front of my daughter! A "completed" abortion would have meant my daughter would have died. The child he had playing in his exam room, who was smiling at us, who was giving my hugs and who I tucked in at night would be dead. We never went back to that guy!
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My favorite rude comment is I adopted for the money. The runner up goes to is this a permanent thing, you're keeping him for good? I don't takes these comments personally. I am a little arrogant with my intelligence and these comments just confirm the fact that I am surrounded by idiots. :rolleyes:
when we first announced to our FAMILY we were adopting my sister took it on herself to tell the school where we planned on having our future child attend ( her children go there as well) that we were adopting and they would be going to that school. the following day my husband went to the school to pick up our niece when the receptionist said congrats i heard you are adopting. my husband was floored when i confronted my sister about what she did she got mad and told me i was being selfish not allowing her to tell people about my husband and i adopting. i looked at her and said oh thats right us adopting is all about you and how you want to tell any tom dick and jane we are adopting. :grr: :grr:
We adopted older children a few years ago and questions like that used to shock me. Now I have decided it is not worth getting upset about because these people are ignorant and rude and just not worth the raise in my blood pressure!!! The most STUPID question someone asked was just a few months ago. A lady that I had just met wanted to know if my children call me 'mom'!!! :-(
I'm honestly slightly confused about this topic. I admit that I personally am not a privacy freak. I generally don't think I have much to hide and don't care if people know about my life. So, I'm trying to figure out where I should put the boundaries on information, to make sure my daughter doesn't feel embarrassed.
For instance, the person who posted about a sister telling the school about the impending adoption - I'm from a rural area and so everyone knowing everything seems natural to me. Besides, my standard generally is: Wouldn't I want my brothers to tell people the same way they would if I were pregnant. In our community, they would be telling everyone if their sister was pregnant, so if they didn't tell everyone that I was adopting, then I WOULD be upset. In fact, the only time I ever felt my family had an issue with our adoption was when I noticed they did baby showers for everyone we know, except our baby.
Seriously, let me know on this. Am I off the wall? Do I need to be more protective?
On the comparison with a physical disability thing... I am visually impaired and I grew up being very active in the disability rights/integration movement. I was always taught that you should be open and tell people what you think without being embarrassed. That meant that you should tell people straight out, if you don't like their nosy questions, but when you can handle it, you should try to educate them. I don't know that we were correct in our thinking. This was all thirty years ago, and I know about several major mistakes that movement made. So, again I wonder if I am erring too much on the side of educating the public and not enough on the side of protecting my daughter. She's only 2 at the moment, so she can't really tell me what she thinks and I would rather not wait until she is old enough to be completely embarrassed and disgusted with me to find out. On the other hand, I really don't want her to think our adoption is something any of us need to keep under wraps.
My policy at the moment is that if someone comes right out and asks me "Is she adopted?" or "Is she Romani?" I would say yes. But this hasn't really ever happened. The Romani part is a super-sensitive subject here. Usually, people beat around the bush and try to find out without really asking. I am less tolerant of those questions and I answer them really literally. "You're American. Is your husband Native American?" = "No, he isn't." OR "Weren't you worried to adopt a child with brown hair? She could have Romani background." = "No, I wasn't worried at all."
One last example, I am an American living in the Czech Republic and I get questions about being a foreigner and where I'm from and all that almost every time I meet someone new. They are generally good-natured, sincerely interested questions. Czechs like Americans. So, if I answer those questions readily and cheerfully but throw up walls and barriers to questions about my daughter, might she not get the impression that being a foreigner or being an American is something you can talk about in public but being adopted or being from her minority ethnic group is something that you have to keep hidden? Wouldn't that give the connotation, that the former is good but the latter is bad or shameful. I really don't know if I'm doing it right though.
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we are still in the process, but freely tell our friends and family and coworkers. we are not private about it, and after 18 months of fertility treatments, everybody we know is asking how the latest cycle went... i respond by saying "well, God has directed us to adoption and we are moving ahead with that"...
i get sympathetic looks from many, and then the ever-famous "you'll probably get pregnant after you adopt, you know that happens all the time"
my response: "yes, i'm sure that now that we're adopting my PCOS will just magically disappear, my DH will suddenly start producing sperm, and adoption should be considered a cure for sterility!"...that ALWAYS shuts them up. most laugh nervously and walk away. quickly.
My wife and I sought help from a fertility clinic who had remarkable success rates helping couples conceive. We were one of the couples who had no results. After a time to grieve the process we decided to adopt. 3 years later and after placement now everyone has to tell us "I know someone who adopted and within a year they got pregnant and had a child of their own."
I can understand the seeing red. The people I love and hold dear in my life understand why my wife and I did this, not just to bring a baby into our home but also to give a little one the best home and feeling of being loved and wanted we could.
I try to educate folks on what it truly means to feel drawn to adopt but I often feel like I'm talking to a wall, the glassy eyed stare that is their only reply says it all.
Sorry to sound like I'm ranting but the last one is still really fresh.
I do feel refreshed when someone finds out our son is adopted and thinks it's a great thing. We already know that though :D