So we’d decided to become parents through the IAC. Next they had to determine if we would make fit parents.
The Spousal Unit and myself are both male and human (in case you were confused by our picture). In other words; gay. We couldn’t help but wonder if there was some sort of gay parent closet we should have been looking to hide in. As it turns out, the people whose opinions really matter anyway, feel exactly as we’d hoped they would; that we’re as nutty as we ever were and will make the best parents ever!
Although the world has mostly moved on from the formative days of school-aged ostracism and bricks being thrown at one’s head by cowboy kids more concerned with fashion than your average drag-queen, some folks still seem to take issue with “the gays”. Some of the adoption agencies we researched weren’t even open to the idea of same-sex parents. Never mind what the American Psychological Association says, or the American Academy of Pediatrics says, or the American Medical Association says or the Child Welfare League of America says.
IAC seemed to have their poop in a group, so we gave them our trust and enough money for a new car. During the two-day workshop we were given a three-ring binder. In the old days, before google, we had these giant books called encyclopedias. The IAC client binder is the adoptionprocessopedia.
You owe it to yourself to finish reading about their homestudy epic over on their blog.