I have a five year old, autistic, intellectually gifted son. He is highly verbal and highly relational (zero social skills, but man he tries), really wants to be a parent and learn about parenting, and he’s been interested in family trees for a while now. He’s noticed the missing leaves on my side and is trying to put it all together. My husband told me he asked again today about my biological father and asked if he could meet him.
I have talked extensively about my parents on these boards, but the gist:
My biological father was severely alcoholic, literally all we did when I visited him as a kid was sit in bars. As an adult, I found out (or sort, of, I dunno, made the connection with a story I’ve always known) that I was conceived by rape, and then I just didn’t want to see him any more. We have nothing in common and were never close. We haven’t spoken in about ten years.
My mother was severely mentally ill, Borderline Personality Disorder plus probably delusional disorder (mild psychosis), and she made my childhood a living hell with a constant revolving door of terrible men, ongoing violent behavior, and egregious psychological abuse – not to mention treating me like the hated ‘‘other woman’’ while her husband molested me. Despite intense closeness at times, and multiple attempts to make things work between us, I have just stopped trying. I haven’t spoken with her in about three years.
Nobody in my family talks to my mother, so I honestly don’t know if my parents are alive or dead.
My mental health has never been better.
Despite really feeling bad about it, and feeling the longing to reconnect from time to time, I don’t think it’s a good idea to resume these relationships, even for my son’s sake.
But I don’t know what to tell him. He is such a sensitive kid. I’m afraid if I say something like, ‘‘my parents were really mean to me’’ or ‘‘they were really sick’’ he’s going to get that confused with lesser offenses of ‘‘meanness’’ and ‘‘sickness’’ we talk about in every day life (I am ‘‘not feeling well’’ quite often already due to various chronic issues, not to mention the endless bugs he drags home from school/daycare, so I don’t want him to think I’ll ever be too sick to take care of him.)
I don’t really want to introduce the idea in his head that our relationship with him could ever be severed. He already worries a bit about what happens to him after we die.
Up until this point we’ve been deflecting with things like, “Mama’s Aunt and grandmother are the ones who raised her” which is partly true but not really the whole story. He knows I must have biological parents and clearly expects me to produce them.
For virtually every issue up until this point, I’ve taken a radical honesty approach with my kid. We’ve talked about everything from death to miscarriage. But I don’t know what to say here. When my son asked my husband about it last night, he replied, “That’s a complicated question. I have to think about how to answer that.”
So even Sr. Weasel is stumped.
Thoughts?