This blog is almost exclusively about me and my family building journey through infertility and IVF. However, my brilliant and hilarious internet friend Jenny wrote this amazing post about the importance of the language we use when talking about families created through adoption.
Here’s a little preview:
Without further ado, today’s post-coffee lesson on how NOT to be an asshole to an adoptee, and more specifically, why the statements made by Al Twatwig were so wrong.
BECAUSE THOSE ARE HER REAL PARENTS YOU INSUFFERABLE ASSHAT.
Sorry. Rough beginning. Let me start over.
The person, two people, three people, or whatever the hell Timon and Pumba were, that raise you? Those are parents.
That is not a fluffy concept meant to make adoptees feel better, or to be stitched ever-so-lovingly into a decorative pillow.
The people that raise you are your parents. I am 34 years old, and in my lifetime I have been made painfully aware that this is a difficult concept for a lot of people to grasp. I have been asked, hundreds of times in hundreds of ways, by perfectly well meaning people, questions like:
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