I hate national adoption week

19th November 2007

Finally feel like I am catching up on emails and so on as we have had a relatively quiet week for us.  It’s also been good to get back to working on our family tree and now have over 8000 names on it but still have loads to do on it yet.

I am relieved that it’s the end of National Adoption Week on (British) television but I successfully managed to avoid watching it apart from the odd couple of minutes here and there.  It just winds me up hearing how wonderful and perfect adoption is for adoptive parents and how their children are so perfect and life is so wonderful.  Even caught a bit where twins found their birth mother (to use their words) and they have the perfect reunion.  Will be even happier when National Adoption Month is over.  Each year it’s the same old, same old with families of origin being ignored so it is little wonder that people wear rose tinted glasses and think adoption is great.  It would be much better if there was real education each November with the dark side of adoption being looked at but of course that will never happen as it would put people off adopting.


About Philippa

I am married to Rick and we live in a small town in County Durham. We have two dogs, a cat and two budgies. I am also an adoption survivor. In 1981 my son was born and I was then forced to surrender him. It took 23 years and reunion for my to find out that my son's adoption was legally known as a forced adoption and illegal but social workers got away with it because mothers didn't know their rights.
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