They're talking about Me
I am involved in a work group that is attempting to bring an adoption certification program to our state. This certificate program would be a year-long curriculum for professionals working in the field of adoption, such as adoption social workers in counties and private agencies (both for the children and the adoptive parents) and for therapists and mental health professionals who work with adopted children or other members of the triad. The University will be housing this program so MSW students could get credit or professionals in the field can earn CEU's (Continuing Education Units, necessary for licensure).
There is definitely a need for this. Among the three core classes
that a participant would take is one focused on the history and
practice of adoption; one on the specifics of mental health issues
around adoption; and finally a whole course on "diverse family systems"
that would definitely include transracial, international, GLBT and
other "diverse" issues around adoption. Plus, electives that would dig
deeper into some of the more needed issues.
Of the core work group, I am the only person there who is an adult who was adopted. And, I am the only non-white person as well. And, it goes without saying that I am the only person who was internationally and transracially adopted (of course there are a few adoptive parents in this group).
This is not to say that this is not a good work group, or that they
aren't attuned to the "issues" of adoption. They are. I'm pretty quiet in this
group. As I tend to be when I first get to know people. I've only been
part of this work group for a month-and-a-half; a latecomer. Most of
the hard tasks have already been completed. We are now ready to launch
this proposal to the larger community and begin to raise money to start
it. I tend to observe mostly, when I'm first part of a group. I really like to see how the group dynamics are, who speaks, who says what, those kind of things. Once I get a sense of the players, I begin to participate.
This latest meeting was typical, for the most part, of the other meetings. But I have to say there was for me this moment when I realized in a very salient way that everything that was being discussed was about me. And in a very real and personal way.
About the adoptee.
And there I am, sitting in this group of talented and smart professionals who (mostly) get it. And I had this "a-ha!" moment of clarity.
I was thinking about how it would be for each of them to be in the reverse. For example, what if each of them were in a work group about how to "work" with professional, white social workers. The group was made up of all people of color who were adopted adults and they were discussing all the ways in which white social workers (and therapists) need help. Of course, we had the individual white social worker there so they could advise the rest of us on the particular needs of the white social worker. On the white board we'd list the psychology of white social workers, the "culture" of white social workers, and how we can train people better so they can work with this cultural group of white professionals. We'd "unpack" the "culture" of white social workers. We'd talk about the assessment tools we would create to assess the mental and emotional behaviors of the white social workers. We'd talk about their brain chemistry and how they developed through their childhood and adolescence; how they might have been exposed to pre-natal traumas or stressers that affect the way they work with people of color. We'd talk about what it was like for them to grow up in all-white communities and how that affected their mental health. We'd bring out theoretical models of white social worker behaviors and flow charts. We would discuss the latest trainings we attended on helping white social workers realize their potential and the best therapeutic methods that are available for treating them. Then we would create a year-long program for people of color who interact with white social workers, so that they could have more impact on the lives of these white social workers.
I wonder what it would be like for the white social workers to be the subject and object of all this scrutiny. I wonder what they would say if a whole program was built upon their pathology. I wonder if they would feel comfortable speaking up if they felt the work group made assumptions. I wonder if they would cringe if someone in the group said, "I have teenagers, I'd be open if anyone wants to adopt them" to the chorus of chuckles from the rest of the group. I wonder if any of them would not think it's funny to joke about putting your kids up for adoption.
I wonder if any of them noticed I wasn't laughing.

(this photo is of one student before and during his time at the Carlisle boarding school)
