I’m a birthmother.
My son is 22 years old, and while I would definitely consider our adoption situation a success, it has not been without its troubles. I’ve posted numerous times on this board about our adoption situation and various things we encountered while my son was growing up. Even though it was an open adoption, and he’s been raised with me in his life since day one, we still wound up in therapy with him when he was 8 for separation anxiety. By his 8 year old logic, I had given him up once, and it was a possibility that his adoptive parents could do the same thing. Adoption is not a guarantee for a happy, well-adjusted kid. Nor can it be blamed for a kid that grows up to be a serial killer.
Things went pretty smoothly during his teen years - full of the normal teen drama and angst, but he also had a lot of good friends, a love of hockey and guitars and was a responsible kid… made curfew mostly, didn’t get in to the drug scene, and graduated from high school right on schedule.
Then he went to college. Or, more aptly, he partied for 6 months straight and failed all his classes. This led into about a year of partying, screwing off and generally being a bum. He hooked up with a girlfriend who was absolutely toxic. I’m not blaming his actions on her, but he wouldn’t have been in some of the more f*cked up situations if it weren’t for her.
Then he got a DUI. And I went ballistic. With the full knowledge of his parents, I came over to dinner one night, basically ambushed him and read him the riot act. This kid had never heard a harsh word from my mouth. I’ll give him credit though; he sat and listened while I gave him the long and ugly version of my childhood with my alcoholic father, and how he was disrespecting himself, and his parents and me. But above all, he was disrespecting the decision I had made to try and give him a better life.
That was almost 2 years ago. He had an ugly year dealing with that DUI. It cost him a lot of time and a lot of money, but he got out from under it. The toxic girlfriend is gone. He has 2 jobs now – a regular M-F job and he still works up at the ski hill on weekends. He’s got his own place, and while he still likes to go out and have a good time, it’s not a drunk fest.
I love this child of mine. And I consider my adoption story an absolute success. Doesn’t mean it was peaches and cream every day for 22 years. It was a joint effort at times for all involved.
To the OP – you can throw all the second-hand stories you like, and unless your ‘personal experience and knowledge of adoptive situations’ includes being a birth parent, an adoptive parent, or a professional directly involved in the adoption process, feel free to shut the hell up and stop spouting nonsense.
Newsworthy? Maybe not, but why would I trust a media outlet to tell me my story was a success or a failure? Or you for that matter?
Lastly – it takes a true mother to make a decision as heartrending as to relinquish a child or not, as, for most of us, it comes with the deepest desire to see that child loved and raised in the best circumstances. And recognizing that we may not be able to provide that does not diminish our motherhood. Just means we get to share it with someone else.