Gobsmacked

Recently, I had a lengthy conversation with someone who was formerly employed by our County.  This person confirmed, without question, that the problems we had in finalizing our daughter's adoption were deliberate, and that the problems we are currently having in obtaining appropriate mental health services for our child are also deliberate.

The motivation for all of this?

It is because we are a GLBT family.

Our county, it seems, wants to see us fail.

They want us to fail, because then they can point their fingers to us in blame, and use as an example.  "This is why we don't want GLBT families to adopt," they will say.

There is a whole lot more that I wish I could share publicly.  I am choosing not to, at least for now, because I need time to think about the implications of what was said.  I need to think about what it means for our family, and what we should do about it.

The details are so ugly and shocking that I am having a hard time getting my head around them.  It is clear that our situation wasn't caused by your garden-variety dislike of queers.  No, this was powered by homophobia so strong it bordered on psychosis.  Some of the things that were said and done were so irrational, so unreasonable, and so unfair, it is unfathomable.  Worse, these actions on the part so-called "professionals" didn't just affect us; they affected people that we love and care about, simply because we were friends.

I am gobsmacked.