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I was reading an adoption-blog-site and it included the speech written by a child put in foster-care who ultimately met his adoptive family through a party (?!?)
Eventually I was faced with the question I will never forget: “ How do you feel about being adopted?” and that question had hit me, and hit me hard. To me, it meant that I would never live with my biological parents again, and I grew scared. I hated the idea of adoption at the time, and I worried about whether or not I would be able to see my parents again. So I told them I didn’t like the idea, and that was that. I moved from home to home, and felt all kinds of different emotions. I felt left out, I felt alone, I wondered if anyone actually cared about me, I started to really miss my family, and I wanted out. I was trapped in only the memories of my past, and hated it. I was then reassigned a new social worker that changed my life. She helped me through my rough times, and explained to me the great life that I would have if I were to be adopted. She explained that I would feel more loved, and that everything would turn out for the best if I were put with the right family for me. Finally I agreed, and she created my profile for the many families out there looking for kids to adopt.
I went to a few adoption parties, and I met all kinds of people. Afterwards, I reflected on these parties. Questions were racing through my mind: “Who would want to adopt an 11 year old? Who would want to adopt a kid with bad grades, and a trouble-making past?” I always thought people just adopted babies, and I grew worried about whether or not it would work out. As time went on, I just stopped hoping, and started forgetting about the whole idea, and just came to a realization that I would be a foster-kid until after high-school. In the summer after my twelfth birthday I received a call from my social worker about a family that was interested in adopting me. I grew excited, and I started talking to them on the phone. Adoption Parties: A Teen’s Opinion
Aside from this reading like a dating-service created by social workers for PAP's and children in foster care, I'm not sure WHAT to think.
Does anyone know more about this Adoption Party concept and the people who sponsor such things?