Words are like toothpaste once they're out you can’t get them back in.
Clearly the topic of stupid things to say to adopters is a rich seam, mined at depth across the internet. All adopters have their own list of pet hates and anthologies of stupid things that have been said to them.
Clearly the topic of stupid things to say to adopters is a rich seam, mined at depth across the internet. All adopters have their own list of pet hates and anthologies of stupid things that have been said to them.
However, I will throw a recent question that I've been asked into the fray.
After getting to know someone eventually the topic gets
round to children and inevitably adoption.
Then the conversation comes to this point:
“Wow, six children? And you’ve
adopted?....................are any of them your own?”
Now, as you read this please understand that I don’t feel
militant, offended, angry or indignant.
I normally pause, mainly because I’m torn as what to say
next.
If I say:
“Do you mean are any of them biologically mine?”, then I
sound like a self righteous arse.
Or
"Actually I consider them all to be mine, a gift", then I sound like a pompous arse.
Quite a dilemma.
But I recently discovered the solution as I paused like a rabbit in the headlights of these two responses.
I smiled, with a slightly confused look on my face. (I should never play poker)
As I smiled they realised what I was thinking, they realise what they had said, they realised my dilemma.
Then they laughed, nervously, then I laughed and then we both laughed together.
It was all ok.
I find it odd that people feel able to ask questions of adopters that they would never ask other people. My particular favourite asked of Mrs C is "do they all have the same father". I can only imagine the response if that was asked of any mother with more than one child.
As I say, words are like toothpaste.
Quite a dilemma.
But I recently discovered the solution as I paused like a rabbit in the headlights of these two responses.
I smiled, with a slightly confused look on my face. (I should never play poker)
As I smiled they realised what I was thinking, they realise what they had said, they realised my dilemma.
Then they laughed, nervously, then I laughed and then we both laughed together.
It was all ok.
I find it odd that people feel able to ask questions of adopters that they would never ask other people. My particular favourite asked of Mrs C is "do they all have the same father". I can only imagine the response if that was asked of any mother with more than one child.
As I say, words are like toothpaste.