I’ve been on the adoption adventure for a little while now, although by no means as long as so many out there. Back in the summer I first enquired, and September saw a flurry of activity as I filled in a first registration form, attended my initial one-day induction course, and then filled in a proper registration form (I’m not *entirely* clear on the difference to be honest). I think the second of these was my official “Go” into the assessment process, kicking off the initial round of references, doctor’s report and who knows what.
Since then I have been reading, talking, reading, er doing more reading and more talking, and er more reading. I had a medical – which was actually quite interesting (the GP seemed entertained by the experience too saying it was very old-fashioned and just like being back at medical school!).
But from outside it has now been quite a few months of silence. Apparently the medical report was held up (I eventually emailed to find out if the hold up was my fault …), I chased in early December and it went off (at least in theory) but then more radio silence. I decided not to chase too hard in the lead-up to Christmas but then today I emailed. Fingers crossed for some kind of response this week …
As I wrote before, I do know that the pressure is on for everyone in Children’s Services, and I don’t want to be a pest; equally neither do I want to slip down the list because I quietly end up in an in-tray of unallocated potential adopters who need progressing but not right now … Hopefully, accepting that everyone deserves indeed needs a break over Christmas, the machine will start cranking, however creakily into action very shortly.
I am telling myself that the delay is just that – the normal whirring of cogs and wheels – and not anything peculiar to me. I do hope that is right. I don’t think they know enough about me yet for it to be anything more but it is always too easy to speculate. I could definitely do with some progress now please – not having anyone to even contact (not having yet been assigned a Social Worker even) does make it a very discombobulating process and I would really like, above all, to feel part of something moving again.
Everyone warned about the waiting game. I wasn’t quite prepared, even so, for it to start so soon.