As its latest step in the not so slow suicide of the Republican party, the Tea Partiers have upped the ante in their attack on women’s health to include birth control, for crying out loud! But that’s not what this post is about, except that it reminded me of a topic I’ve been pondering for a long, long time.
I’m one of those folks whose stance on abortion throws the anti-choice crowd into a tailspin, in that I’m generally opposed to abortion, but staunchly pro-choice. In part because it’s one of those issues that’s none of the government’s business. In part because I’m an abortion that didn’t happen; my birth mother chose to carry me to term after which I was adopted, and most of the time I’m pretty happy to be here.
That said, here’s my ponder: I know there are many adoptions by wonderful, loving parents resulting in a kind of happily ever after scenario. I also know that there are many adoptions by couples who I believe were unable to conceive because they had absolutely no business raising a child. My parents fall into the latter category. I’ve come to think of it as natural selection; my religious friends call it God’s will.
My parents were wonderful, exceptional human beings, but they had no more business raising a child than does a rhinoceros jumping off a cliff in the belief that it can fly. Back in 1946, screening for adoption consisted of checking for acceptable living conditions and “nice” people.
I hope that since then the process has expanded to include an intensive psychological examination.