Several years ago, I found myself at a breaking point. I had faced challenges before, but nothing compared to the overwhelming despair I felt when my five-year-old daughter, Mia, was diagnosed with PCDH19, a rare and severe form of epilepsy with no known cure. Coming to terms with this diagnosis was a monumental struggle for both Mia and our family. During one of my counseling sessions, my therapist posed a question that left me stunned: had I considered “rehoming” Mia? He suggested that my stress was largely connected to her condition, implying that finding another family for her might alleviate my suffering. That was the last time I visited that counselor.
This suggestion was indicative of a controversial practice known as rehoming, where adoptive parents relinquish their children, often due to challenges they feel ill-equipped to handle. This can occur when families are unprepared for the complex psychological needs that arise from prior trauma or when they lack access to necessary resources. Unfortunately, such rehoming often happens without any oversight, leading to disastrous outcomes for the children involved.
While I believe my therapist had good intentions, the notion that I could simply abandon my child to relieve my own burden was deeply offensive. It reflects a mindset that fails to recognize the unbreakable bond of family, whether formed by blood or through adoption. To me, there is no distinction between Mia and my other children; they are all equally mine.
Before Mia joined our family, I spent countless nights in our nursery, praying for the daughter I hoped to have someday. I envisioned reading her stories about strong women who would inspire her. I dreamed of the remarkable person she would grow to be. When Mia finally arrived, she was a whirlwind of emotions—she screamed, lashed out, and struggled to express her feelings. But despite her challenges, she was still my daughter.
The moment she started having seizures, I was consumed with fear, watching my child dance perilously close to death. I spent endless nights at the hospital, praying for her recovery. My commitment to her was not just a duty as her parent; it was a profound belief that she needed me by her side during her darkest moments. When our caseworker suggested that we might want to reconsider our adoption, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of determination. I had been Mia’s mother for a year and a half, and I knew we were in this together for the long haul.
The misunderstanding that adoption is a temporary arrangement can lead to tragic outcomes. When families are viewed as flexible placements, it becomes too easy for authorities to overlook the need for comprehensive support services for children who have faced trauma. This creates a dangerous cycle where rehoming becomes an option, and children are shuffled around like misplaced belongings, rather than being seen as cherished members of a family.
Months after finalizing Mia’s adoption, we received her genetic testing results, confirming her diagnosis. Despite the weight of this news, I was unwavering; I did not regret our decision to adopt her. She is my daughter, and I will stand by her side through every challenge we face.
Each morning, I approach Mia’s room, taking a moment to pray that she is still with us, that the seizures haven’t taken her away while I slept. This fear is a constant companion, but it will never lead me to abandon her. I may not know what the future holds, but I am committed to walking this path with her until the very end.
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In summary, rehoming is never a solution for families facing challenges. It is essential to understand that adoption is a lifelong commitment, and support services should be available to help families thrive, rather than dissolve.