Normally, I am not at all in the habit of sharing family secrets or squabbles with strangers (and let’s face it, even people I’ve “known” here for years are pretty much strangers to me). But I need some fresh perspectives, so I’ll take a chance and share my situation. This situation has led to some serious arguments between my wife and me, and there are several different angles to consider here. You may think I’m completely wrong about everything, you may think she’s right about everything, or you may think we’re each right about different parts of the problem.
Before I start, it’s worth noting that, normally, my wife is far more liberal and open-minded than I am.
As some of you already know, I have an adopted 11 year old son. He’s always known that he’s adopted, but never seemed to care much. He hardly ever asked any questions about his biological family, until pretty recently.
When my son asks me questions about ANYTHING, I try to answer them all straightforwardly and accurately. I don’t keep many secrets from him. If anything, I may bore him by telling him more than he really wanted to know. (my wife says that, if someone asks me what time it is, I’ll give them a lecture on the history of time, and she’s not entirely wrong about that). And there’s no telling when or where he’ll decide to ask a difficult or uncomfortable question. It might be in the bathtub, it might be in the back seat of the car on the way to school, wherever.
Well, about two months ago, my son started asking me questions about his bio family- he asked if he had any brothers or sisters (he does- a sister and two brothers) and why his mother gave him up. I told him the situation honestly, but left out an important detail, hoping he wouldn’t ask about it. But he did ask- he wanted to know why his bio father wasn’t with his bio mother. I elected to tell him the truth: that his bio father had done some very bad things, including beating up his mother. I hoped that answer wouldn’t hurt him or sadden him, and apparently it didn’t. His questions had been answered, his curiosity was satisfied for the moment, and he moved on to other topics (Hot Wheels, roller blading, etc.).
Now, I didn’t think about this much for several weeks, since he hasn’t raised the issue again. But weeks later, I told my wife about the questions he’d asked and the conversation we had. My wife was livid, for several reasons. In no special order, here are the things she was angry about:
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She felt I told him too much, that an 11 year old would have been content with a shorter, less detailed version of events, and that he didn’t need to know his bio father was abusive.
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She worries that our son will personalize and internalize this information in a negative way- that he may think, “My father was a bad man, so I’m going to be a bad person too.”
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In any case, I had no business answering his questions without her being present- that I should have conferred with her first, so we could formulate a family talk we could all have together.
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She was outraged that I hadn’t told her about such an important conversation until weeks later.
At this stage, I’d just like to hear some opinions on all the angles.
Was I wrong to tell my son so much of the truth? Should I have told him a sanitized story now and told him the more unpleasant details when he was older and a little more mature?
Can telling him unpleasant truths about his father lead him to think he himself is destined to be the same kind of man?
Was I wrong to answer such questions on the spot, without bringing her into the conversation?
You don’t have to tell me the last part. I WAS a jerk not to tell her sooner about important questions he raises, about adoption or any other hot button issue. That wasn’t secrecy or dishonesty on my part- just my standard forgetfulness and cluelessness.