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hey all,
ive been reading through the forums for about a year now, getting advice on what i need to do to get into medical school and all. However, ive gotten to the point where i myself need to post here to get some advice on what i need to do because i am in a situation where i just feel stuck.
i realize that these forums are not for seeking advice about personal issues that i guess people would see a mental health professional for, but because pre-medicine sort of intertwines with what i am dealing with, i guess i can have some justification for posting here.
i am 26 years old and i am south asian (i feel that taking note of my ethnic background would be of relevance here). ever since i was a kid, my parents have been dreaming of me becoming a doctor...not just an ordinary one, but a money-making one that could buy a mansion and cars and so on and so forth. growing up in my community of south asians that liked to shelter themselves from every other community (something i found problematic from a young age), my parents would always compare me to other bright kids within the community, kids who are now residents and their families are all-smiles and happy and they have houses with green grass outside of them and stuff. one of them is even a full-blown orthopaedic surgeon who is only 29 years old...did the whole accelerated pre-med thing. anyway, from a young age, i was always judged according to what these "gods" in my community have done.
when i finally got to undergrad, i was repulsed by the idea of pre-med, so i did what i wanted to do...i love literature and i love writing, so i decided to become an english major. i found solace in reading books about characters that i identified with, so my four year of being an english major were probably the happiest of my life. of course, my parents were having a fit. every night in the home, arguments, fights, debates..."youre going to be homeless as an english major...blah, blah, blah." my hope was that my parents would eventually come around and see how good of a writer i was, and they would eventually accept it (i am a good writer...please excuse my deficient writing in this post. i'm too stressed to follow proper prose at the moment).
then came graduation, probably one of the most devastating days of my life. my parents showed up only as a formality, and they didnt crack a single smile on that day. that crushed me...being surrounded by graduates who were being congratulated by friends and family and all i had were parents that were angry.
my parents just wouldnt give up on the whole pre-med thing. day after day after day, "youre not like so-and-so from our community, youre going to be homeless, you wont be able to provide for yourself, and so on." i couldnt take it anymore. about a year after doing an internship at a prominent library, i decided that i would do something generous for my parents. i would begin this seemingly noble path to medical school, so while working full time as a librarian, i dished out the money to take some pre-med classes. surprisingly, i did very well in them. i completed them all with a 3.7 gpa.
HOWEVER, throughout that period when i was taking pre-med classes, my parents werent assuaged ONE BIT! they kept saying i wasnt good enough to be a doctor, i was like...holy ***, im doing what you want me to do now! they didnt give a ****, all they did was belittle me and say that "people like me" (a rebellious south asian who went against the tide by studying the "ignoble" field of english) can never succeed at anything in life. at the end of each semester, i would get good grades...hoping to get their approval, but after each pre-med class, it was always the same reply: "yeah, well...we'll see how you do next class." nothing changed...the arguments continued, but this time, their problem was, "youre too late! other people your age are already beginning residency! you wont provide for us!"
even when i was done all my pre-med classes, the mantra was, "yeah, well...we'll see how you do on the MCAT." i took the MCAT back in june and voided the exam because i didnt feel too confident. despite doing very well in the classes, i was so browbeaten by the fact that my parents barely recognized what i did with the pre-med classes that i didnt feel like going on, and that affected my MCAT studying. even though medicine is not what i would prefer to do (i wouldnt mind it, seeing as how i get the opportunity to be a humanitarian and help people), it really sucks and depresses me to know that i forfeited my own dreams to try and fulfill the dreams of my parents...only to see them just as angry today as they were before i started the pre-med classes. i talked to them and asked them if i can get any credit, they said, "you dont mean anything until you actually get into medical school." great...
now im stuck, i had this elaborate plan to study for my MCAT one more time and i know i can rock more than a 35, but im so down and depressed. there is no encouragement for me to go any further. i thought my parents and i would finally get along as a result of this, but nothing...theyre not any happier today than they were before i started the pre-med classes. and i thought about going back to english, but my writing skills have drastically decreased as a result of not keeping up with my writing and reading ever since taking this pre-med detour. also, i want to move away from home into an apartment with some friends and my parents are like, "no way!" im 26 years old, about to be 27 in two months! i feel like im a teenager thats stuck!
i apologize for making this post longer than any i have personally read in the forums, but im hoping my pre-med colleagues out there on SDN could offer a metaphorical shoulder for me to lean on by giving me some advice on what i can do. i know i can focus on the goal of becoming a doctor, but im just so down right now. i feel like i have to finish the mission now since i invested a lot of time and money into the pre-med classes...but my parents...man.
ive been reading through the forums for about a year now, getting advice on what i need to do to get into medical school and all. However, ive gotten to the point where i myself need to post here to get some advice on what i need to do because i am in a situation where i just feel stuck.
i realize that these forums are not for seeking advice about personal issues that i guess people would see a mental health professional for, but because pre-medicine sort of intertwines with what i am dealing with, i guess i can have some justification for posting here.
i am 26 years old and i am south asian (i feel that taking note of my ethnic background would be of relevance here). ever since i was a kid, my parents have been dreaming of me becoming a doctor...not just an ordinary one, but a money-making one that could buy a mansion and cars and so on and so forth. growing up in my community of south asians that liked to shelter themselves from every other community (something i found problematic from a young age), my parents would always compare me to other bright kids within the community, kids who are now residents and their families are all-smiles and happy and they have houses with green grass outside of them and stuff. one of them is even a full-blown orthopaedic surgeon who is only 29 years old...did the whole accelerated pre-med thing. anyway, from a young age, i was always judged according to what these "gods" in my community have done.
when i finally got to undergrad, i was repulsed by the idea of pre-med, so i did what i wanted to do...i love literature and i love writing, so i decided to become an english major. i found solace in reading books about characters that i identified with, so my four year of being an english major were probably the happiest of my life. of course, my parents were having a fit. every night in the home, arguments, fights, debates..."youre going to be homeless as an english major...blah, blah, blah." my hope was that my parents would eventually come around and see how good of a writer i was, and they would eventually accept it (i am a good writer...please excuse my deficient writing in this post. i'm too stressed to follow proper prose at the moment).
then came graduation, probably one of the most devastating days of my life. my parents showed up only as a formality, and they didnt crack a single smile on that day. that crushed me...being surrounded by graduates who were being congratulated by friends and family and all i had were parents that were angry.
my parents just wouldnt give up on the whole pre-med thing. day after day after day, "youre not like so-and-so from our community, youre going to be homeless, you wont be able to provide for yourself, and so on." i couldnt take it anymore. about a year after doing an internship at a prominent library, i decided that i would do something generous for my parents. i would begin this seemingly noble path to medical school, so while working full time as a librarian, i dished out the money to take some pre-med classes. surprisingly, i did very well in them. i completed them all with a 3.7 gpa.
HOWEVER, throughout that period when i was taking pre-med classes, my parents werent assuaged ONE BIT! they kept saying i wasnt good enough to be a doctor, i was like...holy ***, im doing what you want me to do now! they didnt give a ****, all they did was belittle me and say that "people like me" (a rebellious south asian who went against the tide by studying the "ignoble" field of english) can never succeed at anything in life. at the end of each semester, i would get good grades...hoping to get their approval, but after each pre-med class, it was always the same reply: "yeah, well...we'll see how you do next class." nothing changed...the arguments continued, but this time, their problem was, "youre too late! other people your age are already beginning residency! you wont provide for us!"
even when i was done all my pre-med classes, the mantra was, "yeah, well...we'll see how you do on the MCAT." i took the MCAT back in june and voided the exam because i didnt feel too confident. despite doing very well in the classes, i was so browbeaten by the fact that my parents barely recognized what i did with the pre-med classes that i didnt feel like going on, and that affected my MCAT studying. even though medicine is not what i would prefer to do (i wouldnt mind it, seeing as how i get the opportunity to be a humanitarian and help people), it really sucks and depresses me to know that i forfeited my own dreams to try and fulfill the dreams of my parents...only to see them just as angry today as they were before i started the pre-med classes. i talked to them and asked them if i can get any credit, they said, "you dont mean anything until you actually get into medical school." great...
now im stuck, i had this elaborate plan to study for my MCAT one more time and i know i can rock more than a 35, but im so down and depressed. there is no encouragement for me to go any further. i thought my parents and i would finally get along as a result of this, but nothing...theyre not any happier today than they were before i started the pre-med classes. and i thought about going back to english, but my writing skills have drastically decreased as a result of not keeping up with my writing and reading ever since taking this pre-med detour. also, i want to move away from home into an apartment with some friends and my parents are like, "no way!" im 26 years old, about to be 27 in two months! i feel like im a teenager thats stuck!
i apologize for making this post longer than any i have personally read in the forums, but im hoping my pre-med colleagues out there on SDN could offer a metaphorical shoulder for me to lean on by giving me some advice on what i can do. i know i can focus on the goal of becoming a doctor, but im just so down right now. i feel like i have to finish the mission now since i invested a lot of time and money into the pre-med classes...but my parents...man.