Opening Up – Adam Snow, Noah White
Although I really enjoyed having my son Noah living with me, there were some bumps in the road at first. After his mother and I separated, Noah initially stayed with her. Over time, their relationship got a little rocky, so after a family meeting we all agreed that Noah would come live with me for a while.
In particular, Noah’s mother shared concerns that she felt his behavior was declining. She explained that soon after the divorce, the young man increasingly seemed to be testing limits.
I knew this period had been difficult for Noah. He didn’t talk about it much and spent a lot of time alone in his room.
So, after he made the transition to stay with me, I myself had some natural awkwardness, because over time I got used to living alone. But as his father, I could immediately see what his mother was talking about in terms of his acting.
One morning I had just showered and was shaving. Needless to say, I was completely naked. To my surprise, Noah – without knocking or saying anything – opened the door, walked in naked as the day he was born and started taking a shower.
Normally, I might scold the boy for simply invading my private space – if I were really that angry. But I knew what was happening. Noah was looking for a reaction and I was determined to get over it and not give him that satisfaction. And after Noah finished his shower, I couldn’t help but notice him looking at me – or more specifically, my butt – as he casually brushed past me and left the bathroom.
Instances of Noah finding me while showering or breaking into my room unannounced increased over time, as did more serious and concerning behavior – sneaking in when I wasn’t home and going through my private things. At this point, I confronted my son about the disturbing behavior, but as always, he acted like he had no idea what I was talking about.
Recently, Noah was coming into my home office while I was working. Usually, as far as I knew, he was going through my things or using my computer. And he always insisted that he wasn’t doing what I knew he was doing.
I had no choice but to install one of those spy cameras you see on TV in my room so I could catch the boy in the act. As I suspected, the content of the recording proved me right. Nothing about it surprised me… except for one thing.
While watching the recording, I witnessed Noah opening my “secret” drawer in the room. Normally this drawer is locked, but somehow that little rascal found the key and God only knows how long he had been rummaging through its contents.
