Dear Prudence,
My husband and I just found out we will not be able to have biological kids, even with IVF. We live paycheck to paycheck and are very lucky to be able to rent from a relative. I am struggling with this sorrow, especially while every stranger screeches about how there is always adoption. I am particularly struggling with my long-term co-workers’ comments because of what my family has gone through.
My older sister adopted her stepdaughter when she was 10, and the divorce happened when the girl was 15 after my sister caught her father in bed with another woman. My sister was forced to pay child support but got zero visitation. The last time anyone spoke to the girl was when she called to see if she got anything in the will when our mother died. My brother and his wife caught the older child they were fostering and planning to adopt sexually abusing other children, including their own. I understand this isn’t a universal experience, but it is the experience I suffered with my family. My co-workers know this because I leaned on them when these horrors happened.
I find myself just wanting to cry and then wanting to hit anybody who prattles on about adoption. It isn’t helping. It is throwing acid in the wound. Even telling people directly not to bring it up doesn’t stop it. I have worked here for over 15 years with the same team. Help!