Did you know that I’m “extremely chaotic?” As are most of my birth mother sisters? I wasn’t aware of this fact prior to reading the comments on this amazing post, originally brought to my attention by Nicole. It’s unfortunate that such a great post has to be tainted by such ignorant stereotypical sludge but, alas, it’s the internet and people aren’t afraid to spew their hatred when they can jump behind the veil of anonymity.

What, exactly, does that even mean? Chaotic? It’s straight up boring over here most of the time. I mean, minus the chaos that ensues when a two year old doesn’t get his way. Or I get all kinds of crazy in the kitchen baking Christmas cookies. Or I get in a battle with the Husband while watching Jeopardy. Or playing chess. Or we have a marathon napping session. Because the commenter who stated that the mother who places was obviously “extremely chaotic” and then basically states that, ya know, even if there was some chaos in the mother’s life at the time of the unplanned pregnancy, well, that mother is DOOMED! for a life of dysfunction and OMGCHAOS! Because a) adoptive families never experience chaos and b) no one can ever overcome a pitfall in their life. It’s all one or the other. Never a middle ground.

I also like how it is stated that women who are now birth mothers had ease of access to resources like WIC, etc. Obviously that individual never had to apply for such things. I was rejected the first time I applied for Medicaid because of an error on their side. And then dropped. Not once. But twice. The second time I was dropped because I couldn’t make the trip to the office for a check in because I was on bed rest due to my complicated pregnancy (which I’m sure the one commenter would label as “chaos” as if I wanted to have a kidney that didn’t function properly). I asked them to come to me and they said no. I paid for my medical bills for that delivery out of my own  pocket because of the second drop.

I’m just tired of stupid, all-inclusive comments from people who are not birth parents that seem to think they understand the be-all-and-end-all of what today’s birth parents are like. I’m tired of being labeled dysfunctional. Or chaotic. Or whatever. I’m tired of all of it.

Tired. And bored. Come up with some new stereotypes, please. These are all played out.