I decided I'd better comment on this as my book is about an adoption assessment.My fellow author and friend Lucy has even been quoted in the papers and been on Radio 4 about all this, as she has adopted two little girls from Russia. Check out her viewpoint and her novel
Blood and Water (also with an adoption theme)
on her blog. Some of the stuff written and said though has been absolutely ridiculous. I mean I know she's fabulously wealthy (Madonna not Lucy!) and gets through life doing what she likes more or less, but I'm sure she has feelings for the child, and people seem to be almost demanding the child be taken away from her and that seems a bit harsh as I'm sure she means well and from what we hear she's no terrible mum so lighten up I say, let them be. I also know that no one can adopt children here or abroad without going through a homestudy adoption assessment and, as my book
Selfish Jean explores, that is never as straight forward and easy as it might seem to people on the outside, so there's no way Madonna could buy her approval by the adoption services.
However, I do wonder which social worker got the short straw and had to ask questions such as... so how is your sex life these days? Are you using contraceptives? How many partners have you actually had? Do you still have a problem with the Church Madonna? Have you ever really got over your mother's death? So why a black child, have you got black relatives, or close friends who are black? What makes you think you can promote the child's culture? And on and on, meanwhile I imagine Guy is practising his Judo kicks in a corner.
At least I got a book out of it if nothing else and
Selfish Jean has humour and pathos about the whole debacle. It is a fictional tale, but of course it is no surprise to anyone I guess that I've been through an adoption homestudy. She had to have had an easier assessment than I had, but then as a result of that assessment I've transformed my whole life in lots of positive ways, so who's to say that if I'd had an easier time of it I might be trapped in a very difficult situation I was unable to get myself out of. Who knows? We can never see the lives not lived. Here endeth the very philosophical bloggeth today.