Inconceivable
Nov. 22nd, 2011 03:53 pm(an LJ Idol entry)
My parents are inconceivable.
That's what you call it, right? They couldn't conceive.
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No one likes to think of their parents having sex.
People look at you quizzically when the subject comes up and you say "I'm convinced my parents have never had sex."
I think Andrew's convinced too; he says my dad looks like he has heard of sex and might have liked to try it once but he seems okay that he didn't.
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It's actually a really invasive thing, adopting kids. And this after all the tests and everything necessary to ascertain that they couldn't conceive a child which led up to them wanting to adopt. Their finances were scrutinized, people came to their house to make sure they had a decent place and room for a baby and all that.
Lots and lots and lots of questions asked.
It only got worse when it was discovered that I was blind. I got a caseworker from State Services for the Blind. I think my mom was offended that they were being checked up on to make sure they weren't neglecting or hurting the blind baby, but unfortunately not everyone finds that as inconceivable as my parents do.
They had to wait a whole year to finalize my adoption (and not nearly so long for my brother's) because it is anticipated that the prospective adoptive parents will want to give back their imperfect child.
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Yes, my parents discovered I was blind, after having me at home for days or weeks. I find it inconceivable that no one told them. The adoption agency must have known.
My mom kept all the cards they got congratulating them on the new baby. I looked at these once and thought a lot of them hinted at the hard times that people saw ahead for my parents in raising a disabled child. My parents must have thought about this too, but they've never begrudged me the fights that had to be fought.
(Indeed they could be a little too enthusiastic in those fights, believing the Mayo Clinic was somehow good for me when I thought it nothing but a torture chamber, and for a while my mom was famous for being the one who yelled at and hit the side of a (non-moving, driverless) bus. I was on the bus and she thought the other kids were picking on me. They were, but that was nothing compared to having the crazy mom.)
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My mom said a lot of people told my parents to give me back, at first. Friends of theirs, people from church. She's never told me who they are, but I'm sure some of them still say hello to me when I'm back home, still ask my mom how I'm doing.
"Would you give your child back?" my mom says she told them all at the time.
"Well, no," these biological parents replied. "But that's different."
"No," my mom said. "It isn't."
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Grandma P has told me a story of talking to my other grandma, M, at some birthday or Christmas or something.
"I have one real grandchild and three adopted grandchildren," Grandma M is supposed to have said to Grandma P. (The "real" one was the youngest, born ten years after me, and I never knew what a disappointment the rest of us had been to her until then.)
"I have nine grandchildren," my Grandma P said.
"Yes but how many of them are really yours?" She knew of course that at least my brother and I couldn't be.
"I have nine grandchildren," Grandma P said.
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Lots of things about adoption are strange and mind-boggling. Maybe that's why we use the word inconceivable for strange and mind-boggling things.
My parents are inconceivable.
That's what you call it, right? They couldn't conceive.
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No one likes to think of their parents having sex.
People look at you quizzically when the subject comes up and you say "I'm convinced my parents have never had sex."
I think Andrew's convinced too; he says my dad looks like he has heard of sex and might have liked to try it once but he seems okay that he didn't.
#
It's actually a really invasive thing, adopting kids. And this after all the tests and everything necessary to ascertain that they couldn't conceive a child which led up to them wanting to adopt. Their finances were scrutinized, people came to their house to make sure they had a decent place and room for a baby and all that.
Lots and lots and lots of questions asked.
It only got worse when it was discovered that I was blind. I got a caseworker from State Services for the Blind. I think my mom was offended that they were being checked up on to make sure they weren't neglecting or hurting the blind baby, but unfortunately not everyone finds that as inconceivable as my parents do.
They had to wait a whole year to finalize my adoption (and not nearly so long for my brother's) because it is anticipated that the prospective adoptive parents will want to give back their imperfect child.
#
Yes, my parents discovered I was blind, after having me at home for days or weeks. I find it inconceivable that no one told them. The adoption agency must have known.
My mom kept all the cards they got congratulating them on the new baby. I looked at these once and thought a lot of them hinted at the hard times that people saw ahead for my parents in raising a disabled child. My parents must have thought about this too, but they've never begrudged me the fights that had to be fought.
(Indeed they could be a little too enthusiastic in those fights, believing the Mayo Clinic was somehow good for me when I thought it nothing but a torture chamber, and for a while my mom was famous for being the one who yelled at and hit the side of a (non-moving, driverless) bus. I was on the bus and she thought the other kids were picking on me. They were, but that was nothing compared to having the crazy mom.)
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My mom said a lot of people told my parents to give me back, at first. Friends of theirs, people from church. She's never told me who they are, but I'm sure some of them still say hello to me when I'm back home, still ask my mom how I'm doing.
"Would you give your child back?" my mom says she told them all at the time.
"Well, no," these biological parents replied. "But that's different."
"No," my mom said. "It isn't."
#
Grandma P has told me a story of talking to my other grandma, M, at some birthday or Christmas or something.
"I have one real grandchild and three adopted grandchildren," Grandma M is supposed to have said to Grandma P. (The "real" one was the youngest, born ten years after me, and I never knew what a disappointment the rest of us had been to her until then.)
"I have nine grandchildren," my Grandma P said.
"Yes but how many of them are really yours?" She knew of course that at least my brother and I couldn't be.
"I have nine grandchildren," Grandma P said.
#
Lots of things about adoption are strange and mind-boggling. Maybe that's why we use the word inconceivable for strange and mind-boggling things.
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Date: 2011-11-23 12:12 am (UTC)If I write this into a book though, I'll have to cut out the bit about telling people I don't think my parents ever had sex.
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Date: 2011-11-22 09:07 pm (UTC)Love the spareness here - nice job!
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Date: 2011-11-22 11:52 pm (UTC)And thanks; I'm glad you liked it!
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Date: 2011-11-22 11:48 pm (UTC)Beautiful entry.
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Date: 2011-11-22 11:56 pm (UTC)Thanks for your kind words :)
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Date: 2011-11-23 01:12 am (UTC)My Aunt Millie was my late uncle's lady friend for 25 years. She's 4'10", Brooklyn Italian, born in 1919, and (if you count Uncle Harry) twice widowed. I take her to Mass and to CoCo's and Walmart every other Sunday. Since she and my uncle never married, she's touched at how our family continues to consider her one of us, five years after his death. I told her a few weeks ago that I consider her a blood relation, and it meant a lot to her, but I was being my usual imprecise self. Blood is thicker than water, but there's that ineffable thing that makes water of mere blood. I know you know what I mean.
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Date: 2011-11-24 01:05 pm (UTC)But yeah, I know what you mean. I'm glad your Aunt Millie's got you there.
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Date: 2011-11-23 03:33 am (UTC)LOL.
I really love Grandma P for what she said. :)
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Date: 2011-11-23 11:01 am (UTC)I think my grandma was rightly proud of her reaction, when she told me this story.
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Date: 2011-11-24 01:08 pm (UTC)I'm not from a super-conservative part of the world but if my mom had been pregnant with me and had found out I wasn't quite perfect, I'm sure no one would have told them then that I was anything other than theirs to raise.
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Date: 2011-11-23 07:53 pm (UTC)However, C's folks are very much like Grandma P, with a whole collection of bio, non bio and acquired along the way grandchildren.
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Date: 2011-11-24 01:11 pm (UTC)It did give me a lot of grandiose ideas about destiny and miracles and God and stuff, when I was a kid. But yes, this I can still get behind: they were always meant to be my parents.
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Date: 2011-11-25 05:18 pm (UTC)Well done.
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Date: 2011-11-25 11:42 pm (UTC)And then read tons of entries about babies, and even one or two others about adoption. Oh well!
I'm so glad you liked it. I thought yours was ace this week, too.
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Date: 2011-11-27 03:30 pm (UTC)Grandma P rocks.
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Date: 2011-11-28 11:20 pm (UTC)And this, of course: my dad looks like he has heard of sex and might have liked to try it once but he seems okay that he didn't.
I'm glad you and your parents found each other-- it seems to have turned out wonderfully for all of you. :)
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