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LittleJem
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- Jul 3, 2019
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Thank you, this has raised a smile. And they don't understand you!Well... here's what that would look like for me (translated from an assortment of languages to English):
If it wasn't obvious, that's happened to me.
- Me: "Mom, I'm not talking to you till you treat me like a human being and not an object meant to prove your superior parenting ability."
- Mom: "You ungrateful child, I gave up my career for this? I should have never bothered raising you or having you."
- Dad: "You know that your mother loves you. It is obvious that she loves you. You need to listen to her."
- I stop talking to my parents.
- Within 1 hour, mom calls whatever authority she can get her hands on. Mostly college related.
- Said authority comes to my room, takes a look at me. He says, "Because his hair isn't combed, he is definitely disturbed."
- I am told to visit a higher authority.
- When I do, said higher authority tells me to take a seat, because he just wants to have an informal chat, as 'friends'.
- Aforementioned higher authority launches into a tirade about how my parents have made many sacrifices to get me here, and how I despite I am not under pressure to do anything, I am obliged to make my parents proud, be a great student, and listen to what they say. The lecture ends with the authority figure saying that I should drop by again whenever I need to talk (despite the fact that I've said pretty much nothing).
- I am told to attend a session with whatever approximation of psychiatry I can get to. When the session starts, the first thing I am asked after the formalities and my first sentence is "Do you spend an excessive amount of time watching pornography?" When I tell him that I'm asexual, he says "Okay... so how many hours per day do you spend on porn?" I mean, even if you haven't heard the word in relation to people before, you should be able to tell what it means from the context of 8th grade biology...
- After I tell him about how I am feeling (admittedly, I was speaking mostly in the abstract), he tells me that the main problem is that because I'm the only child, I haven't learned how to socialize to the same extent as others. Granted, I kept the suicidal thoughts out, but I did tell him extensively about my self-worth issues and my inability to understand how to be happy with myself, or find things to make me happy. And the important thing is that I don't talk to people? Anyway to handle this socialization issue, I need to talk to people. So he tells me to talk to some random professor, just because said professor is Bengali. Granted, the professor named is a pretty cool guy, but still, the logic seemed broken.
- And dealing with the self-worth issues would be apparently be easy. "Just think 5 positive thoughts a day, once in the morning, once in the evening."
- The issue is forgotten, as long as I behave like a good kid.
This isn't meant to be a refutation, it's supposed to be a humorous account of an extraordinarily stupid series of events.