They used to stare when I walked into the adoption office.

Not because I was loud.
Not because I looked uncertain.
But because I was a single man with achondroplasia asking to adopt a baby in the late 1980s.

One social worker actually looked over her glasses and asked, carefully but not carefully enough, “Do you really think you can manage raising a child on your own?”

Other people were less …

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