I am so sick of hearing a bunch of happy ass adoptive parents talking about how they can heal anything with their magic love. Hey, fuck you, alright. All the goddamn hugs in the world aren’t going to make a shit bit difference sometimes.
You are not the second coming of June pissing Cleaver. You will not make adoption okay within a half an hour with you magic chocolate chip cookies. Got it? It’s pretty fucking complicated. Because your one year old diaper rat is smiling now, that don’t mean they are going to be in about 12 years.
You are on the first shift of the paving crew to hell if you believe you really know one goddamn more thing than any parent that came before you. You don’t know dick. Okay? Nobody does, you are in the dark just like everybody else. Just keep up your happy-ass conversation with each other, keep assuring each other you know your child better than anybody else. Because guess what? You don’t. This may come as a big fucking surprise, your kid may have the first clue as to what they are feeling. Yeah, imagine that, if you’re capable.
You might as well be serving the pages out of your fucking parenting books with a side of ranch dressing for all the good you got out of them. What did your skip the “scary” parts because that could never happen with you at the parenting helm? Huh? Guess what fucko? Those scary parts are all about people like you. Turn on every light in the house, grab your fucking teddy bear and get to studying. You can get on the internet and bitch about how negative some experts are in the morning if it makes you feel better. I have a feeling you’ll find the support that you so need.
But for fuck’s sake, do not get on there and discount my memories, or anyone else’s that claim to wish to learn from. I do so wish there was a special are you dimfucks could be sent to until you are ready for mainstreaming. I think it would do you worlds of good to review a few key concepts before you have a try at the big kid’s class again.