I’ve done my freaking out over all the similarities in the this movie.
My brilliant idea, like many brilliant ideas throughout time and history, has completely backfired. It has singed my eyelashes and turned my skin a deep dark red. It has made my stomach warp in embarrassment, and my shoulders turn in for shame.
Said idea I had last night was to go find the pregnant people who may be looking for adoptive parents. Kind of like fishing in a stocked pond. So I found the pregnant teenagers section and read a note from a girl who was considering placing her baby for adoption, and feeling pressure from others one way or another. I wrote and told her that she had a lot of rights and resources as a mother giving birth, and to never ever let anyone pressure her into a decision. That she could even wait until after the child was born to decide. And that there were people like me who would very much like to raise a child.
This did not go over very well in the pregnant teenager section of Babycenter.com.
People accused me of preying on young vulnerable women. They blocked me from further comment. One person sent me a comment on last night’s post that read, in part: “How dare you approach vulnerable teenagers and suggest the only option available to them is adoption? In case you haven’t notice the Pregnant Teenagers group on Baby Center is for SUPPORT. Support in HAVING our children. Not in giving them up.”
So now I know.
And the search continues — after I read guidelines more closely.
Crap. This is harder than I thought.