Long, long story- Bear with me, it's all relevant, I promise.
I was adopted as a 2 year old child. The people who adopted me returned me in my early teens when it was clear that I wasn't what they expected and they wanted to emigrate somewhere they were not guaranteed the limited support available here. As their adopted child, I was disposable - they could send me back.
At first, until my early adulthood, I was remarkably understanding of these people. Some things they didn't consider - their original plan was to conceal my adopted status but that become impractical over time. Partly due to the health issues I developed during childhood (I had leukaemia 2 x) and partly because the place I grew up was small enough for everyone to know they couldn't have children in the usual way. But over time, I realised that they'd have never returned their biological child for having cancer and attachment issues which their desire for children to love could not overcome.
I had some good foster homes - I spent my last 3 years in one home where I still see my ex foster carer. I become pregnant at 28. The doctors had told me that I was unlikely to conceive but for some reason, I did. I had the normal antenatal screening suggested by the NHS and no issues were suspected. I had a straightforward waterbirth at home and raised a typically developing son for some time until it became obvious that he struggled with academia. He was diagnosed with dyslexia and some other processing difficulties which, as he got older, caused more frustration and aggressive, disruptive and offensive behaviour. Thankfully, things are more settled.
I have never used contraception with my partner, but we never conceived again.I didn't expect to - my body feels different since I had my son, like something switched off. I feel like I am now infertile - I wish my periods would respect that!
Adoption was always on the cards for us, but my own experience of being returned for my imperfections as well as the rocky times with my son meant it was best to postpone until quite recently. We have started the process. I want to adopt. So does my partner. But seeing the system through the eyes of an adopter has been..traumatic. I struggle with a lot of it - the picking of children from a catalogue - the questions about what type of child you would accept, discussion around the possibility of "disruption" or "breakdown". I think it send an awful and very wrong message. I've never once been told by any social care or health care professional that if things are too bad with my son, I could return him or send him away. You know, if he turns out to be more trouble than I envisaged.
I've met/interacted with other prospective adopters and it made me feel worse. Some were fixated on the child appearing as if they were their biological child which I couldn't understand given that concealing a child's adoptive status is strongly discouraged if not outright prohibited. Some were discussing disruption and reasons why they would head that way before they even were near to matching with a child. Some were so against having a child with problems and on having a child who was young enough to not have these problems.
Many of these people were people who weren't able to conceive (more) children and it baffles me how their goals changed from IVF where they were desperate for any child (even if it had congenital abnormalities or was premature and disabled) to wanting the youngest child with the least problems and most convenient face on the adoption list. You don't get to choose with birth children - you get what you're given. And you might not know what you're given for years.
I've read several blogs of adopters, It worries me how they seem to become more entitled and narcissistic as time goes on. The assumptions and anger towards birth parents - the feeling they should just let go and let them have their child. My own birth mother was young and of a "sub-optimal IQ" when she conceived me through rape. She desperately tried to hang on to me despite not having the resources or mental capacity to raise a child. Eventually, I was taken away from her which was best for me. I was severely neglected. My birth mother didn't understand that she was neglecting me. She loved me and thought she could give me the best if someone would just help her a bit. She was naive - she couldn't. But thinking of the people who adopted me being angry at her because she couldn't recognise that and imagining them feeling as if they were entitled to have me because of their social privilege infuriates me. They ended up sending me back when I didn't meet their exacting criteria for what their child should be. Maybe I would have been better served with a birth mother who did everything she could to keep me.
I'm realistic - I know people are going to send children back if they don't really view them as theirs and many people don't have the same attachment to adopted children as they do to their birth children. But what makes me feel worse is knowing that some of these people are approved to adopt again. After sending a child back who was more trouble than they envisaged they get to go in again! I have a friend who had a birth child with no diagnosed social or medical condition but who was violent and threatening to their parents and siblings. Social services were involved and safeguarding was paramount but at no time was taking the child out of the home on anything other than a short respite with a family member ever proposed. My friend wanted to desperately protect their partner and children but it never occurred to them to put them into care or relinquish parental rights. It's just not an option that birth parents have on hand.
I want to adopt a child but I feel pursuing this supports this awful system we have in this country. It feels ugly and shallow to me. I think people who have a long lost of things they don't want to have in a child are the wrong people to adopt. I feel isolated in a world that I know better than a lot of the people who run it.