After being pronounced sane (laughs manically and strokes cat), we finally signed our Stage 2 Agreement at the end of April, with Home Study Visits scheduled for the first week in May. After being held in stasis for so long, we were amazed to have ALL OF OUR HOME STUDY VISITS IN A WEEK. The first … Continue reading 18. Not a biscuit in sight.
In April we left adoption bizzle behind and went to visit one of the wonderfullest people we know. Ellie, who is also one of our referees, is living in Jordan so we thought we'd take advantage of her hospitality and check out life in the Middle East. Jordan stands at the intersection of the three … Continue reading 17. Oh Man, Amman.
March saw us hit a red-bricked-bureaucratic wall. Trump-like in size and dictatorial nature, an immovable and nonsensical bullshit barrier, seemingly designed to prevent capable, well meaning people from adopting traumatised children. Hang on a second whilst I clamber down from my pedestal and take a deep breath. Actually, now we're tentatively moving forward and the … Continue reading 16. Two months and a trip to Hemel later…
January should have seen all of our home study meetings take place. We dutifully completed our 'homework' and submitted prior to our first scheduled meeting with N. This essentially comprised of information supplied on multiple occasions previously, interspersed with little gems such as: 'describe your childhood in three words' and 'your saddest memory of school' … Continue reading 15. Stationary traffic
That's how I feel around this time of year: Christmas, New Year, Birthday - boom! We've read a lot about how adoptive children struggle with the festive season. For traumatised children, the bang of crackers, nighttime 'visits from Santa', drinking alcohol and unexpected guests can prove overwhelming, not to mention terrifying. Emotions are often heightened … Continue reading 14. pow Pow POW
As I am somewhat lacking on the family front, Christmas' are spent with Cara's fam in glorious mid Wales. We usually stay in the camper in a car park next to her Dad's house, which allows for a little 'space', is free and fun - and only upset the neighbours once, sorry Mary! However, following … Continue reading 13. マツダボンゴ
In 2015 Cara and I purchased a dilapidated 20 year old LDV Convoy van from a man in the dark for £500. Brian, as he came to be known, began life as a 15 seat minibus; he was then converted into a tour bus by a band called the High Barnets. The bloke we bought … Continue reading 12. The life of Brian – a tribute
To end our very adoption focused week, Friday saw the first visit from our assigned Social Worker, ‘N’. Obviously we’d already stalked her on Linkd In and seen she’d qualified at a local University and had worked in several settings we come in contact with through our work. After a quick Outlook search, we discovered … Continue reading 11. Assess my cat
Monday was curry night and Tuesday saw us heading to London for two consecutive days of prep course. Off we trundled at the crack of dawn with our suitcase and (on my part, I can't speak for Cara) a general sense of meh. I'd fallen into a training funk: dreading hackneyed team building activities and … Continue reading 10. Preparation round 2 and the Bates Motel
When we signed up with our agency they signposted us to an organisation called New Family Social, which promotes 'Strong and happy LGBT adoptive and foster families throughout the UK' Following the change in legislation in 2006, which allowed unmarried couples, including same-sex couples, to adopt jointly in England and Wales, NFS was formed in … Continue reading 9. Curry with gay strangers