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I don’t like this kind of classist bullshit. My family is low income and I am not going to hear it from anyone who tries to claim that my kids are doomed as a result. As long as you can put food on the table (and even the poorest can do that, thanks to food stamps) and you are loving, compassionate, and eager to learn about optimal parenting practices, anyone can be a good parent and nurture their own offspring.
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Couldn’t agree more, I know some excellent parents who struggle with poverty – including one very close friend who placed her third child for adoption – but there are plenty of ways to not be ready for parenting regardless of your class. My mother was roofied and raped at 18, she didn’t tell a soul at the time and instead married the guy who impregenated her (they were dating.) That was expected at the time. He was an abusive drunk. They were divorced inside of a year. She did not want to be a parent, she just felt she had no choice. We were very poor in those early years but I had so much family support it didn’t matter. She got her BS in Mechanical Engineering as a single parent - impressive as hell! - and even had a fancy engineering job for a few years… she really tried to do what she thought was right by me… but it didn’t prevent her from spiraling into profound mental illness that rendered her incapable of parenting effectively, or marrying abuser after abuser, or becoming an abuser herself. I always felt like she resented my existence, and I came to resent my own existence in time. The level of tragedy there, in knowing how badly she wanted to be a good parent and contrasting it with how hard she failed, fucking rips my heart out. We ended our relationship in April and I’m still dealing with the grief. You can love someone with all your heart and they can still be poison for you.
I occasionally think I’d rather have been aborted or at least adopted out. But ultimately, if you live that reality, you have to get to a point where you realize you wouldn’t have the good things in your life without the bad things having happened. I met my husband because I was in a student-created group in college designed by people with mental illness to fight the stigma against mental illness. He attended one of our events for extra credit and saw me perform a skit I wrote about the difficulty of reconciling the existence of mental illness with the belief in an all-loving god. He was moved enough by my courage to e-mail me, and being a psychology student, he wasn’t intimidated by my own issues. If I didn’t have that fire under my ass about mental health issues as a result of my upbringing, I never would have connected with the love of my life. I wouldn’t be me.
I agree parental manipulation can be an issue for young pregnant women. This is why I favor open adoption, where the birth parent chooses us, and where we can get to know their situation and make the determination, to the best of our ability, about whether this is truly an empowered choice made by the birth parent or whether they are being pressured into it… and so that the adoption takes place on their own terms, at the level of contact that is comfortable for them, etc. Once someone you love has gone through the heartache of placing a child for adoption you can’t look at the process without seeing also what the birth parent is going through.
Despite all of those considerations, the ultimate guiding principle has to be what is truly best for the child. The answer to that is going to differ based on individual circumstances. I truly believe when my mother chose to keep me, she believed it was in my own best interest. Unfortunately, we can’t see into the future, we can only make our best guess based on circumstances at the time. She judged incorrectly, but I do believe she did her best. So I don’t resent her for that.