I was at a welcome party recently for a new group I joined for some work-related stuff, and, since it was in the evening and partners were invited, both Roo and NSG came with me. Roo was, naturally, the life of the party, and several people were compelled to tell me the adoption stories of people they knew. For the most part they were the stories you would expect – a neighbor with a daughter from China, a schoolmate who had been adopted from Korea, and so on.
But there’s always a bombshell, and here it was, from a former high school teacher:
“A former student of mine is an adoptive parent – we just met his son, who is 16 months old. Adorable! He was adopted domestically, too, born to a syphilitic, drug-using woman… it was a miracle the baby was born healthy.”
I was so caught off guard that I might actually have drooled in front of him.
I’m embarassed to admit I said nothing, and my total inability to think on my feet has been haunting me ever since.
What could I have said? What would you have said?