Well I heard back today from someone at Reece’s Rainbows who appreciated me contacting them but let me know that at the moment the UK government does not allow international adoption of special needs children.
I. Am. Gutted.
Because there is a surplus of special needs kids here who need adopting (the reason I wanted to adopt internationally was because the special needs kids in some of those countries are neglected then transferred to mental institutions where they will eke out pitiful, and probably short, lives hallmarked by institutionalisation and suffering) so there are hardly likely to be scores of people clamouring for the extra hassle of international adoption, so really no reason for the government to worry about any particular drain on the NHS and taxpayer money (incidentally, more of which is saved in unclaimed benefits than is defrauded by scroungy losers).
So that appears to be that.
Apart from writing to local MPs to demand an explanation and to suggest they update their policy to give opportunities to those who’d quite like to prevent children from spending their whole lives in hellish places for something as relatively straightforward and treatable as being deaf, HIV+ or having Treacher Collins syndrome.
I was challenged today on my desire to adopt internationally, and I think rightly so, but my particular heart was for one of these children with special needs who so desperately need relief from their current (and future) existence.
I think I agree that it is unhelpful to remove from their culture and country a ‘normal’ child who may well stand a chance of domestic adoption and who, if they one day want to trace their roots, will meet significant cultural/language barriers to reconnecting with their birthplace and any family they may have. So I guess I will not be pursuing international adoption any further.
Which leaves domestic adoption, which (as I understand it) is a red-tape-bound terror.