Since my son was two and saw a dead caterpillar he's been fascinated with death and often spews doom and gloom stories and questions on the many ways one can "get killed". His doctor told me it was normal and I just try to answer him as matter of fact as possible.
My son has always been very verbally advanced for his age, very curious about everything, and very mature and calm for such a young child. The other day he started in with some strange comments that I have documented below in a diary that I am keeping for him:
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Last night while we were reading your human anatomy book you said to me “There’s this different kind of kid, Dodgie, he’s bad and he likes to throw down people” and you imitated falling down. “He’s trying to break your bones.”
Assuming this might be a new kid in your class I asked “Do you play with Dodgie?” “No, he plays by himself”. I warned you to stay away from any kid who plays bad and then asked if he was in your class and you said no. Then I asked if he was in the other class, your school – to both you answered no. Then I asked how you knew him.
“Oh Mommy, I know him from a long time ago, before you were born.” I asked where Dodgie lived – you only said “far away” and then I asked what Dodgie looked like – what color eyes or hair – you said “He has no color”.
Monday, June 8, 2009
In the car after I picked you up from daycare you began talking about “bad armies and good armies” – we had this conversation before and it was quite morbid – you are interested in guns, swords and how they kill each other. Then you told me that Dodgie was your next door “neighbor” that you played with. I countered that you said Dodgie was bad – you answered – “no he’s only 5, he has a brother – he is bad. We lived in houses that were stuck together and there was this little door that you could go through (you were laughing at that thought) -- but the bad army came and killed Dodgie and his mommy and daddy. Hi mommy and daddy died twice – they got killed by the bad army – then they grew old and there was their bones and they died again – how did they die again Mommy?”
I wasn’t sure what you meant – so I changed the subject and asked if you had a different mommy and daddy – you said yes and that “there were 3 kids, I had a baby sister – she was funny – she could walk and talk (again a laugh) – but the bad army came and took her away and killed my mommy and daddy.” “What happened to you?” I asked. I went to my grandmothers for a while. “You mean grandma and Opah’s house?” I asked.
“No-a different grandma’s. Then I got lost for a while and then I found your house.”
“Do you like being with Mommy and Daddy”
“I want to find my old family, I miss them” you said with sincere sadness that made me sad. I reassured you that no bad armies would ever come and take you and that you Mommy and Daddy you have now love you very much – by now we were out of the car – so I gave you a big hug and kiss.
My cousin Lisa commented that Dodgie could be spelled like Dahdji. I will keep track of anything else you might say.
June 12, 2009
Last night you mentioned Dodgie again, but only to say that he went outside alone and “got killed by the bad armies” and the his brother was then “the only one”. You mentioned you missed your old family again. You then had some nonsensical banter like “that was a very long time ago when there was dinosaurs” and that you were “first a boy, then a girl, then a boy again. I had a girlfriend she was soo big (you stood up and reached up high). She was this big.” When I asked what happened to her you said “she got old and died, like Opah and grandma are getting old and dying”. I asked what happens when you die and you replied “Did you know that God doesn’t have shoes or feet?” I asked how you knew that and you replied that I had told you that. You also mentioned that you’d die too and that daddy would die and that I would stay with you .
Later on you mentioned your brother. I said you don’t have a brother – you insisted that you are going to have a brother and that it would “cost you a lot of money to take care of him”. I asked when was I going to have his brother and you replied “on the third day” “The third day of what?” “April” you replied. When I asked – next year? How many years from now? “Four years from now you answered.”
END OF DIARY for now
Questions for everyone -- how can I tell if he is making this up -- he has a very good imagination -- but I never read to him anything about armies or getting killed and the level of violence he talks about on a daily basis concerns me. Asking questions like what happens if you fall and break your back, your arm, etc. Do you get killed?
I just am not sure how to deal with it all -- otherwise he is a very normal and sweet and loving child and never hurts anyone or any pets -- so I am not worried that he will act violently --- just concerned why he talks about it soo much.
Any thoughts out there? Should I probe him with more questions -- and what type of questions should I be asking?
My son has always been very verbally advanced for his age, very curious about everything, and very mature and calm for such a young child. The other day he started in with some strange comments that I have documented below in a diary that I am keeping for him:
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Last night while we were reading your human anatomy book you said to me “There’s this different kind of kid, Dodgie, he’s bad and he likes to throw down people” and you imitated falling down. “He’s trying to break your bones.”
Assuming this might be a new kid in your class I asked “Do you play with Dodgie?” “No, he plays by himself”. I warned you to stay away from any kid who plays bad and then asked if he was in your class and you said no. Then I asked if he was in the other class, your school – to both you answered no. Then I asked how you knew him.
“Oh Mommy, I know him from a long time ago, before you were born.” I asked where Dodgie lived – you only said “far away” and then I asked what Dodgie looked like – what color eyes or hair – you said “He has no color”.
Monday, June 8, 2009
In the car after I picked you up from daycare you began talking about “bad armies and good armies” – we had this conversation before and it was quite morbid – you are interested in guns, swords and how they kill each other. Then you told me that Dodgie was your next door “neighbor” that you played with. I countered that you said Dodgie was bad – you answered – “no he’s only 5, he has a brother – he is bad. We lived in houses that were stuck together and there was this little door that you could go through (you were laughing at that thought) -- but the bad army came and killed Dodgie and his mommy and daddy. Hi mommy and daddy died twice – they got killed by the bad army – then they grew old and there was their bones and they died again – how did they die again Mommy?”
I wasn’t sure what you meant – so I changed the subject and asked if you had a different mommy and daddy – you said yes and that “there were 3 kids, I had a baby sister – she was funny – she could walk and talk (again a laugh) – but the bad army came and took her away and killed my mommy and daddy.” “What happened to you?” I asked. I went to my grandmothers for a while. “You mean grandma and Opah’s house?” I asked.
“No-a different grandma’s. Then I got lost for a while and then I found your house.”
“Do you like being with Mommy and Daddy”
“I want to find my old family, I miss them” you said with sincere sadness that made me sad. I reassured you that no bad armies would ever come and take you and that you Mommy and Daddy you have now love you very much – by now we were out of the car – so I gave you a big hug and kiss.
My cousin Lisa commented that Dodgie could be spelled like Dahdji. I will keep track of anything else you might say.
June 12, 2009
Last night you mentioned Dodgie again, but only to say that he went outside alone and “got killed by the bad armies” and the his brother was then “the only one”. You mentioned you missed your old family again. You then had some nonsensical banter like “that was a very long time ago when there was dinosaurs” and that you were “first a boy, then a girl, then a boy again. I had a girlfriend she was soo big (you stood up and reached up high). She was this big.” When I asked what happened to her you said “she got old and died, like Opah and grandma are getting old and dying”. I asked what happens when you die and you replied “Did you know that God doesn’t have shoes or feet?” I asked how you knew that and you replied that I had told you that. You also mentioned that you’d die too and that daddy would die and that I would stay with you .
Later on you mentioned your brother. I said you don’t have a brother – you insisted that you are going to have a brother and that it would “cost you a lot of money to take care of him”. I asked when was I going to have his brother and you replied “on the third day” “The third day of what?” “April” you replied. When I asked – next year? How many years from now? “Four years from now you answered.”
END OF DIARY for now
Questions for everyone -- how can I tell if he is making this up -- he has a very good imagination -- but I never read to him anything about armies or getting killed and the level of violence he talks about on a daily basis concerns me. Asking questions like what happens if you fall and break your back, your arm, etc. Do you get killed?
I just am not sure how to deal with it all -- otherwise he is a very normal and sweet and loving child and never hurts anyone or any pets -- so I am not worried that he will act violently --- just concerned why he talks about it soo much.
Any thoughts out there? Should I probe him with more questions -- and what type of questions should I be asking?