Ah, the “dreaded” home study. A process that gets such a bad rap and unfortunately drives many adopting parents into a tizzy. Geek alert… our involvement in the home study just came to an end this week, and we actually enjoyed it. Adjust our pocket protectors: now!
If you remember from our February blog post, our home study agency is a local non-profit called Miriam’s Promise. They’re literally in our neighborhood and have a wonderful staff; notably, our social worker named Tami. We’ve gotten to know them well the last few weeks.
First, what is the home study? According to Wikipedia: a home study or homestudy is a screening of the home and life of prospective adoptive parents prior to allowing an adoption to take place. In some places, and in all international adoptions, a home study is required by law.
In short, the home study is the process of a social worker looking you up and down, from every angle possible (from finances to criminal history to conflict resolution), to ensure you’re fit for adoption. It seems crazy that we, as two mature and consenting adults with an obvious desire to become parents, will have to go through such intense scrutiny and supervision when just about anyone can get pregnant whether wanting to be a parent or not. But, at the end of the day, the home study is a great thing for all involved and it protects what matters most: the child.
While the home study takes a majority of the time early on, the report itself is only a component of the full dossier Sarah mentioned in the previous blog post about paper work. But to get to that one single home study report, a lot goes into it. Before it could really get started, we had a *lot* of work to do on our side. Both Sarah and I had to complete multiple forms, each write a five-page autobiography, then answer some serious questionnaires, including: Views on Parenting, Marriage, Attitudes about Adoption, and Transracial/Transcultural Issues.
… with the best part being, of course, the questions about our sex life in the Marriage questionnaire. What am I going to say, “I’m a minx in the sack.”? How’s that for awkward?