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NEED TO VENT

Today I've spoken with, or exchanged emails with, the adoption caseworker, the adoption caseworker's supervisor, the clerk of the court, and the guardian ad litem.

All have given me different information about how and when the adoption paperwork progresses through the courts. The supervisor is obviously lying. The caseworker thinks she knows stuff and uses phrases like, "in my experience" but I know she's been on the job about six months. The clerk of the court tells it straight.

According to the clerk no, we cannot switch over to the "quicker" judge and whoever told us that was lying (supervisor). Also, we should expect the signing to take up to a month, not be done in two weeks and whoever told us two weeks is lying (again, the supervisor).

The supervisor called me in response to my pestering emails and phone calls and I called her on all her false promises by saying the clerk told me something different and she tried to backpeddle and claim she was only giving "approximations" before. Uhm, making up a scenario where paperwork can switch from one judge to another is a pretty big "approximation" that appears now to be an outright falsehood.

So, once again, social workers and their supervisors can't be trusted. They say whatever they need to say in the moment so that the person sitting in front of them will be happy and like them...even though down the road that person will definitely find out they lied and then be angry. It is stupid beyond stupid. Why set up a situation you know will end in angry people? Why make claims like--it can go to the other judge and get signed in one day--when, in reality, it's going to go to your judge and take a month. Why set up all this drama? If she'd just been honest from the start and said it'd take a month then that's what we'd have expected and we'd have been fine! But, to be set up to think something can be done in a day when that's preposterous... I just don't understand.

Except I do understand because this kind of misleading information is the norm. For example, last Friday, when the paperwork got certified by the state agency and could go to the judge this supervisor said, "We'll take the paperwork to the courthouse early next week." In fact, it didn't go till Thursday afternoon. So, no, you didn't deliver it "early next week". Why claim you would? Why not just be honest and say, "by the end of next week". Why set up expectations you aren't going to meet?

My nerves are wearing so thin...every tiny thing is like a needle scratching across raw skin. 


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