This book was a DNF for me a number of years ago, pretty early on in the book. I took it to work to read during dinner, which allowed me to get through it, but I didn't love it. In the early 1970s, Michael Dorris became one of the few single men in that day to adopt a child. Being of Native American heritage, Dorris specifically wanted an Indian child. The book is from 1989, so dated terminology such as Indian is frequent throughout. Anyhow, he was matched with Adam, a 3 year old child of an alcoholic mother, and Adam appeared to be suffering from severe neglect and failure to thrive. Dorris felt that all Adam needed was a loving, nurturing home and the patience of those around him, to overcome his rough early years, even if it might take a little while to catch up. Dorris always viewed Adam through rose-colored glasses and could not accept that there might be something permanently affecting Adam's development.
At the time, there was no such disease as Fetal Alcohol Syndrome, and baby books actually encouraged mothers to drink alcohol during pregnancy. More unfortunately for Adam is that drinking alcohol is a cultural rite of passage on reservations, and it was highly likely that his mother drank large quantities of whatever alcohol was available throughout her pregnancy and even in the years leading up to it, and certainly in the years afterward as she died of alcohol poisoning not long after Adam's birth.
Dorris takes the book from merely a biography of Adam and what raising a child with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome is like into also including his research into the problem of alcohol use in the Native American population and its effect on the youth population.
The overwhelming feeling I got from this book was of frustration. Frustration that there's little that can be done for children with FAS once they've been exposed to enough alcohol to impair their development, that Adam's adulthood would require near 24/7 supervision and that FAS adults are largely institutionalized for that reason, or in jail because they have little insight into what is right vs. wrong. Frustration that there's not nearly enough funding for anti-alcohol education on reservations, and that what efforts are made are largely ignored by the people living there, as it's seen as more interference by outsiders who are not members of the tribe. Frustration that so many children on the reservations are afflicted in some degree by FAS or FAE (Fetal Alcohol Effect, a less severe disease), their parents are too drunk to care for them, if not dead, and more likely than not, they'll grow up in an orphanage, remain on the reservation, and themselves turn to alcohol to distance themselves from the challenges their condition brings upon their lives, perpetuating the cycle with the next generation. I found the education interesting, but there's little I could do to change the circumstances of FAS besides not drinking should I become pregnant some day.
Seeing that the book is 30+ years old, I was curious what happened after the book ended. I shouldn't have looked. Dorris and Adam are both deceased. Adam from being hit by a car just a few years after the book came out, tragic but not surprising given the way Dorris described his inability to link cause and effect, that chances are the logic of 'look both ways before crossing the street so you don't get hit by a car' did not stick with Adam. Dorris died at his own hand a few years later, having been threatened by his younger son, who likely also had FAS or at least FAE, estranged from his wife and daughters, who accused him of sexual abuse, and in an ironic twist, struggled with his own battle with alcoholism.
Overall, a sad story all around. One that will leave me thinking, but with more questions than answers.