Defensive?

This is the week from hell.  I was silly enough to schedule 5 appointments for Ladybug and I this week.  Today was appointment #1.  Psychiatrist.  Our therapist asked that we switch med management from her pediatrician to a psychiatrist.

When I called the office they asked some preliminary questions.  One of which was something like "Why do you think you need to see a psychiatrist?"  I mentioned something about attachment disorder.  They asked if she was adopted.  I said yes.  They asked me to bring her adoption paperwork.

What?  I mean half of them are in Amharic.  I can tell them what is in them.  But whatever.  I will bring them.  I guess.

When I got to the office today, I checked in.  Then she asked if I brought the adoption paperwork.  I held up a thick folder of information and said something like, "I wasn't sure exactly what you wanted to I brought it all."  She giggled and said something like, "Oh I just need the paperwork that proves you legally adopted her."

What? 

I was a little stunned but I handed it over.  It wasn't until much later (already back at work - after lunch and driving an hour) that it hit me.  I had to prove she was my child?  Why?  Did all the other parents in the office have to produce the birth certificates of their children?  To get help?  Who cares if I have her birth certificate?  I have her insurance card.  She calls me mom.  I am asking for help.  Why is it their business to investigate if my adoption is legal?  Do they investigate the births of all the children?

Makes me want to not go back.  Not that there are many other options for us.  Am I being too sensitive?

Mean Mama