What's left when all else fails? A dark look at adoption. By Henry Amador-Batten

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Some of you have followed our adoption journey.
You watched or read from the shadows as our little family of three grew to become four.

A little back story for our new friends.

My husband and I adopted our Ben at birth.
We were living in South Florida at the time.
He came into this world in October of 2011, almost exactly two years after we were married in Boston, MA.

I honestly can't look back on my life and remember a more happy time, perhaps our wedding day but that's a close call.

There are definitely pressures and fears that creep into most all adoption stories, especially when your a same gender couple, the year is 2010, the birth-mother has troubles and the nation had yet to legally recognize our family.
But all of those scary thoughts and memories drifted away with each of his beautiful smiles and laughs.
They took flight at each and every amazing milestone.
They never stood a chance with each year that we celebrated another holiday,
and they were certainly no match for the love that grew within us for this little human being.
A love that still brings me to my knees with gratitude.

But this is not that story.
Our family came through those trials triumphantly.
The Universe stayed by our side and guided all the powers that be so that he could be ours.
And now, 7 and a half years later, he is still a daily reminder of just how lucky we are.

No this story starts in 2016 in a completely different state with a completely different little boy and a hope that he too could be ours.

Joel and I had decided that the time was finally right for us to add to our family.
We decided that the foster care system would be the way and that just like in 2011 the Universe would certainly help us along.

We're not that tight right now, the Universe and I, but I'm working on it.

We went through the process and became foster parents.
The room was furnished and prepared for whatever/whoever may have came our way.
We had engaged in all the age appropriate conversations that Ben needed and we settled back, comfortably knowing that we were ready for this next big step in our lives.

One evening, while Ben slept and I waited for my husband to get home from work, I was occupying my time by looking at photos and videos of children available for adoption.

I ran across a little boy, just about five years old at the time the video was filmed. He sat so proudly in a crisp blue shirt answering a list of questions being asked by a mysterious person off camera.
"What is your favorite color?" he was asked. "Blue" he replied as he gently touched his blue shirt.

You could tell by the creases in the shirt that it had just come out of a package, you could also tell by the way he touched it that he felt special in it.

The rest of the questions you could easily guess yourself.
What do you like to do?
What do you like to play with?
Who is  your favorite super hero?
Cartoon?
Food?
Place to play?
And on and on.

Finally the big one, what type of family do you want?

Yes, that one got me too, brought me to tears and as if possessed by some paternal force, my fingers clicked on his link for more info.

What was his answer about a family you ask?
Something along the lines of, a family that will love me and take care of me.
He had already been in the foster care system for around two years and I'm certain he had heard those phrases many times before.

Thats where it all started.
It all started with that little boy who could make anyone fall in love with him in mere minutes.
A very intelligent little boy that that on only our second "date" asked us if we would be his daddies.
A boy that after meeting with more therapist and psychiatrist than I can count, leaves them all saying the same thing, "wow, he sure knows how to say what I want to hear."
A little person that not twenty four hours after we unpacked his bag calmly let us know that he hated everything about us and that his caseworker had made him choose us.

That statement has become pretty much his daily mantra and now all these years later, we're inclined to believe him.


So right now you might be saying, come on now, he's was just a baby, children that age are not that cunning or manipulative. 
You might want to stop reading right now but I need to remind you that this is a story about things that have gone terribly wrong, this is not a happily ever after story, yet, and it may very well never be. 

I urge you to read on for as Blaise Pascal said, "between us and Heaven or Hell there is only life which is the frailest thing in the world."


"Well Mr. Amador-Batten, I've only ever had two cases where parents chose to terminate their adoption, both times they had to accept a neglect/abandonment charge, I don't think you and your husband would like to have that charge, would you?"

That was what the newest caseworker told us ( I paraphrased) after I sent an email saying that we were ready to make him re-available to be adopted, in other words, terminate our parental rights.

This email was sent three years after he came into our home and two years after his adoption was finalized.

This email was sent after a year and a half of intensive in home therapy, after two rounds of parent and child centered therapy, after two hospital stays at a psychiatric children's unit for attempting to take his life and consequently putting ours in danger, after living in a residential treatment facility for nine months and now having challenges at a step down program.

As I write this he is being referred and recommended to go back to another residential psychiatric facility.

Does it sound like he is thriving in our home?

All of this in three short years.
He is now nine.

I know, and I can be that little voice in your head that says, how could they do that? how could they have a child for three years and want to send him away? how could anybody be so heartless?

Please know, there is not a single thought in your head that does not already reign in mine.
There is not another idea or solution, thus far,  that we have not already had or tried.
There is not another class, support group, therapist or minister that we have not already taken, joined or sat with.

No, no reasonably intelligent and loving person sends an email like that easily, its rather a last resort, it's what you do when all else seems to have failed.

It's what you do when not giving up on the one feels like your having to give up on the all.


This would probably be a good place to stop right?
We're neck deep right now in attorneys, caseworkers, psychiatrist and our hearts.

I'll be back with more soon but until then I leave you with some questions to ponder.

What do you do when you look into the eyes of the people you love and see only devastation?

What do you do when you feel as though you've reached the end of the road?

To what lengths would you go to save your family?






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Comments

  1. I have actually heard a similar story about a girl who was adopted at a much younger age and put the adoptive family through hell. As sad, uncaring and selfish as it sounds, she was returned as a ward of the court. But it wasn't until exhausting all avenues as you have done. It was what had to happen to protect the rest of the family. Unfortunately some children have been traumatized so badly through their prior experiences or born with drugs in their systems that have compromised their brain functions, that accepting a loving family is impossible. There are so many caring loving families that are going through hell because of this. All you can do is your best and if that is not enough, sometimes the hardest decision must be made to ensure the quality of life for your other son. Sorry you are going through this.

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    1. Thanks so much for sharing with me. It’s so helpful to know your not going through something like this alone.

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  2. Here's a story for you. I knew a couple (both husband and wife have passed away now) who tried to have children for many years without success. Finally, they decided to try to adopt. Soon after they brought home a beautiful two year old boy and just as the adoption was being finalized, the woman (miracle of miracles!) found out she was pregnant. In short order they were the proud parents of not just one but two sons! They were wonderful and loving parents and never favored either boy over the other. Same rules, same environment, and equal love and attention were given to them both. Their youngest son grew up to be a model young man. He was loving, respectful, and hard working, and eventually took over the family business when his dad retired. The oldest son was the worst kind of delinquent you could imagine. He was a mean bully from a very young age and his younger brother grew up with constant fear of him. From there he progressed into juvenile delinquency of everyevery kind, and later began wracking up serious criminal charges faster than his parents could pay for the fines and legal fees. He put his poor parents through pure hell for so many years, ultimately culminating in a state wide manhunt and a life sentence in prison. They say children are a product of nature and nurture. You can nurture a child with all the love and good intentions in the world, but sometimes their nature will defeat your efforts at every turn. My heart goes out to your family ❤��

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  3. Wow, thanks so much for taking the time to share this with me. Lord knows, all we want is to help him not become a statistic AND to keep everyone safe.

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  4. First of all...what a gift you and your husband are! Your ability to be honest will probably save this boys life. You're not pretending that "everything's fine."

    I worked for a Child Advocacy Agency for many years. And I saw the other side of this. Our kids came to us as the result of being physically, sexually or emotionally abused. Some cases are just too difficult to share...the unimaginable cruelty done to them. But, regardless of the intensity of the trauma our client's experienced, it was our model of CBTFT that helped the majority of them to heal and move forward to live a healthy and successful life.

    So here's my point...children can grow up in the most horrifying environment or the most nurturing...too much love or not enough love...but, the reality is that no matter the circumstance children...hell, human beings...will have different responses. I'm a recovering drug addict 25 years sober.

    I'm the middle child of 5. We grew up in the same house with the same parenting, the same meals, the same hugs and yet, my behavior was in total contradiction to my other siblings. As the result of many years of therapy, a psychiatrist and most importantly, the 12 steps, I reconciled to the fact that the problem is me. It's the way I'm geared that makes me different and that's nobody's fault, not even mine! There is no perfect solution...but, I know from experience there is Grace in letting go and releasing yourself from the guilt and shame. I fear that I have rambled but hope that you know there's another friend out there who is sending love and peace and much hope for the intended resolution!

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  5. Thank you Cathy! Nor rambling at all. I know that he will have a lifetime of work to do on himself and for himself. Were just trying to get him to a point where he will be able to do that in a safe and loving space. congrats on 25! thats huge!! i'm very happy that new friend is you!
    Namaste - Henry

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