Honour thy father and thy mother...
That's one of the 10 commandments. The hardest one to abide by, I would say.
See, I have a verbally abusive father, which to him is tough love. But again it seems that he loves other people's children more than us. So if I said that he's verbally abusive, nobody would believe me. He's very good with other people, giving them presents (which we hardly ever receive even with our stellar exam results). giving them encouragement to pursue education (but forced me to study something that I am not into... just because I am 'smart'). Giving us hard life, that I have to juggle family obligations while studying and recovering from PTSD. And I am now the black sheep just because I quit medicine.
Deep in his heart, he's blaming me for this 'series of unfortunate events'. Our money face value is dropping, thanks to the mismanagement of wealth, and I am still studying.
They don't care about my dyslexia, my anxiety, my PTSD, my back pain. All that he cares is why am I still studying and not generating money, and wasting his money for sending me to that stupid medical school. (Yes, stupid, I would not recommend one to study in that bigot, double standard medical school, where an unethical man teaches medical ethics...) Again, if he gave me a choice, I would not want to study medicine.
To him, architecture is for arts stream students which I am not. A science stream students should study science. Arts is also inferior to science... said this typical Asian parent.
And instead of sending me to flying school, which is expensive, but again back then, we have enough money, and there's money under my name... something to do with insurance company... education plan if I recall it right. But instead of using that money for education, he listened to his brother and that money was invested with an investing company. And not making profit. Even more loss. Had he used the money to send me to study something that I want or at least to a better medical school, this would not happen.
The reason why I study medicine at that school? It's nearer. And with his 'brilliant' logic, all universities are the same. What counts is the brain. Yeah right... and we never touch a cadaver, which is a shame for a medical students.
Probably the reason why am I bitter most of the time. Maybe PTED is something that I had instead of PTSD.
Reading this, I agree with the writer. Asian parents think that their children are robots, or AI. Must excel in everything. And Asian children are to be blamed if everything goes south. A scapegoat and a black sheep.
I wish I am not Asian or at least have a milder form of Asian parents.
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