The gifted disclosure dilemma.

Often, being gifted feels like a secret. More pointedly, being the parent of a gifted child feels like a rather complicated secret, with many layers of burden.

The big issue for parents of gifted children, is whether to disclose their child’s giftedness to those they encounter socially. You see, the reactions to such knowledge can range widely, from interest, and approval, to shock, envy and open dislike. Often, one cannot judge the reaction, before the news is imparted – so there is ever a dilemma: “Should I tell, or not?”

I generally don’t discuss our lives much, directly, with those who are not close to us. I am typically a little reserved – a listener, more than a talker (though I can talk quite abundantly if I so wish!); a watcher, more than an interlocutor. Again, of course, this can be misunderstood as aloofness, rather than introversion. It seems that everything about the gifted and being gifted, carries its own penalty, if one is not careful to communicate one’s essence, effectively: misunderstanding awaits at every step.

So, being rather quiet, in my own life, I am left to wonder just how quiet I should be on the part of my children, in a social context. Today, for instance, I brought Ainan to a new social group of homeschoolers. The people were very nice. They had a relaxed quality that comes to youngsters brought up at home with their parents, rather than in the conformist, often stressful surroundings of a school. However, there was one question that I didn’t know how to handle, very well.

“What is Ainan studying?”, asked a curious Australian lady, with an encouraging smile.

I wasn’t encouraged, I was a little hesitant.

Should I tell the truth or not? If I did, she might react disappointingly – if I didn’t, I was storing up trouble for later, when she eventually found out.

My words tripped a little on my tongue. “Well… he is at a University, now.”

“What?”, she asked, in a very strange way: she seemed both shocked, and sure she had misheard.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t know whether it was wise to repeat what I had just said.

My silence seemed to answer her.

“Oh.”, she said, as if that said a lot. “I see.”

Again, I didn’t answer her, not knowing how.

It was time for her to pause. I let the silence linger for a while between us.

“Is he the one I read about on the homeschooling website?”, she pursued, more gently now, calmer, perhaps over her shock.

“Yes.”, I said, aloud, “Probably”, I said, to myself, not knowing for sure which article she was referring to.

Then she became very curious and motivated. Something seemed to come alive in her.

“Do you have other children?”, she asked, looking thoughtfully at her own three sons.

“Yes. I have three sons.”

She lowered her voice. “One of my sons, even homeschooling, is obviously more gifted than the others – but I don’t want to focus on just one: how do you cope with that?”

“Give each son what they need. Their needs will usually be different.”

She nodded at that, as if seeing differences in her own children.

“Never compare them. Never say: “Look at your brother, look at what he can do.” If you do that they will hate each other.”

Again she nodded.

“A lot of parents do compare. They think it will goad the others on. It won’t. It is very destructive.”

“I make sure they do different things.”, she revealed.

“It doesn’t have to be different – though it usually is. You just have to make sure you never compare.”

There were other questions, all delivered with the same intensity.

I needed a drink, so I said so.

“Of course, I have more to ask, but I don’t want to keep you.”

Her parting gaze seemed very meaningful and evaluatory. There was much thought in her unvoiced, perhaps many questions unasked and unanswered.

I recognized that look. I have seen it many times before. It comes to people who want to find out how and why Ainan became the way he is. (Or at least, her look seemed like that look.)

The answer, of course, is one that they wouldn’t like very much: the largest part of what made Ainan occurred at the moment of conception, when particular genes from the mother joined up with particular genes from the father. It was this natural endowment that gave him all the potentials we have seen unfold, to date. Without his native gifts, I don’t think it would be possible for any child to do as he has. Still, however, that doesn’t prevent people from asking, from trying to find out some hidden “secret” about what made Ainan, Ainan. Of course, I don’t think I can ever really satisfy them, since there is nothing that can be imparted to them, readily, to magically transform their child, in an instant. Though, I often sense that that is what they are looking for.

I rather regretted my openness with the Australian lady. I felt her attitude change from the casually friendly to the intently interested and it made me uncomfortable: I would prefer it, if she had remained casually friendly. Perhaps some of my discomfort comes from my own quietness of person: I prefer to be left in peace. To speak of Ainan’s particular gifts is to invite a lack of peace into one’s life. Then again, once people know that about him, the way they see him is likely to change. Perhaps they will come to expect certain behaviours from him, certain mannerisms, words and deeds. I don’t think it is fair for him to have such expectations. He should be free to be as he is – a child of eleven – even if one particularly blessed in one particular way.

Maybe I will decide on total silence on the issue, in future social meetings. I might decide on secrecy, as the best policy, moving forward. It seems a pity, however, to have to do that – but, at times, I feel that it is not helpful for people to know that about him, at the outset. Perhaps, they should gradually find out over time, by simple acquaintance and observation of their own. Of course, there would not be a need to even be considering secrecy on the issue, if people could just quietly accept him as he is. More often, however, one sees an elevated interest in finding out ever more about him and what made him the way he is. That, I find discomfiting, largely because it is misplaced interest: they are looking in the wrong place, for his essence. With Ainan, nature is stronger than nurture. That is clear looking back to the beginnings of his life. He was always unusual, right from the very first glance, out of the womb. That is something people consistently fail to understand. I wish they understood that. Then they could go about befriending him, rather than being interested in decoding him.

Up until now, I have been honest and open with people when they ask about what my son is studying and other matters of academic development. However, today’s experience has made me pause to re-evaluate my stance: am I doing the right thing? Should I just give noncommittal, empty replies, that evade the issue? Should I learn to obscure, rather than reveal? Do I risk isolating Ainan by being open about him? Would it be better to be cloaked?

Even these questions are uncomfortable for me, because I am not one to dissemble. Though reserved, I am open when I speak. Yet, witnessing the reactions of people to news of Ainan’s nature does make me think that perhaps I should learn to be a little obfuscatory on the issue. I haven’t tried it, so I don’t know if it would make me more comfortable. It remains to be seen whether I will adopt that stance in future. I shall continue to observe people’s reactions to him and allow that to inform my decision. In the meantime, perhaps readers who have had similar experiences might like to discuss them, with me, in the comments below. Do you think it is better to keep silent about a child’s giftedness, in new social situations – or to be frank and open about it? Does being open risk isolating the gifted child, further? Is it better for the child to be accepted for what people come to see them as, rather than viewed in a certain way, because of what they learn of them, at the outset?

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"Not one of us".

I overheard part of a conversation, on the bus, the other day, between two Singaporean teenagers. I thought it most revealing of attitudes that permeate this society.

"He is not one of us.", said one of the boys to the other. Both boys were a little chubby, so I had to wonder what "One of us" meant.

I found my ears pricking up, in attention.

They were a bit far to hear perfectly, so the conversation tended to fade in and out of comprehension. Therefore, I only heard those things which the speaking boy said with a little more fervency.

"...he doesn't have any passion," he explained to his friend, "He only does it out of forced necessity."

His friend said nothing, but listened, nodding every now and again, as if both urging his friend on and agreeing with him. Clearly, he deferred to his friend in conversation and probably in life. I felt that what he was hearing was at odds with his initial view, however. I felt that he was being persuaded to accept a different viewpoint on the "he" of the conversation.

"He is NOT one of us." concluded the speaker, emphatically.

The silent one reached up and pushed the bell to stop the bus. He turned and mumbled something to his friend and rose to leave.

Soon the speaker was alone with his thoughts. He sat there as if resolved about something. He was determined to hold onto his belief about this other person - and to make others believe it too. He seemed quite an unexcitable person, for one who spoke of "passion". Perhaps he meant something else by passion, to what is normally meant. Perhaps he just meant doing something because you wanted to: an inner drive.

I have noticed how often Singaporeans speak about "passion" but, oddly, it is difficult to recall meeting a passionate Singaporean.

For me, this conversation captured the way people in this society are cut off from each other, by their imagined stratifications - by the social status they hold onto, the cliques they form, the exclusions that make them feel special. "He is not one of us"...the boy said, as if it were a special thing to be "one of us"...to be just like the speaker. Looking at him, I saw no reason why anyone should desire to be "one of us", at all. Yet, for the speaker, there were reasons why they were a desirable type, that others should be pleased to be included in.

This kind of attitude that some people are above others and apart from them, is very Singaporean. It has even been heard on the lips of a Singaporean member of government referring to ordinary people as "lesser mortals". This is, in effect, just another way of saying: "They are not one of us".

Well, speaking as an outsider, a foreigner, who cannot, therefore, ever be "one of us"...I am quite pleased not to be so. Why, on Earth, should anyone wish to be part of a group that spends so much time, looking down on the rest of the world, for not being just like them? It seems to me to be an undesirable group to be a member of, in every way that it is possible to be undesirable.

Singapore speaks a lot about "unity" and "harmony" - but, in truth, it is neither unified nor harmonious. It is actually a country broken up into little islands filled with people thinking: "The others are not one of us". The truth is, elitism, in the sense of a set of self-appointed elites, is much closer to the truth of what Singapore is, than any notion of unity or harmony. Yet, these "elites" are not really elite in any objective sense. I don't see them as being genuinely superior to the people they think themselves superior to - they are just filled with a sense of their own importance and apartness and it is this which creates in them a sense of superiority. (Oh, and usually they have high salaries, too...sometimes very high).

It seems that the attitudes which end in government men referring to the rest of us as "lesser mortals" begin in the classroom, in schools around the country, with young boys (and, I assume girls), creating little elites for themselves, from which all others are excluded.

The funny thing is, I could say the same about those boys: "They are not like me"...but what purpose would that serve? In what way does that define a group worthy of being defined? It is empty talk, in the end. Yet, few realize this: they think such demarcations are worth defining their lives by. In truth, of course, all they are is artificial barriers between people and obstructions to free communication.

Singapore would be better off without this instinctive "elitism" that creates these attitudes. It would, in fact, be better off with genuine "elitism" founded on true differences in ability, rather than artificial social exclusion. I say this because clearly this boy they spoke of was performing as well as they were (otherwise why the need to create a distinction where none existed?) - but still they wanted to separate themselves from him. So, they created an artificial distinction to exclude this GENUINELY elite boy, from their "elite" circle. They wanted, in short, to say that despite his performance being of our kind, it was not to be accepted as being of our kind. Thus, they created social divisions where none should exist. That is unnecessary and unhelpful for Singapore. This nation would benefit from dissolving such barriers - not creating them out of nothing.

I wonder when this nation's leaders will learn that - and the schools too?

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