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Hi,
I'm not to SDN here and while I wish I could ask something normal along the lines of whether or not I have the credentials to get into a certain medical school, I have to ask you all to bear with me as I present a personal problem that is preventing me from getting into medical school.
I am South Asian and I come from the ever-so-stereotypical South Asian family. My parents came to the USA, where I was born, and had the ever-so-stereotypical dream of me becoming a doctor (and this was before I was even born). Now, despite being ever-so-stereotypical South Asian parents, my parents have been unique in one way: They are more intense and controlling in making sure that they get their son to do what they want him to do. Allow me to elaborate:
Ever since I was a kid, my worth in my parents' eyes have been solely determined by what my grades were. If I got A's, my parents were happy and things would be normal. But if I got not-so-good grades, my parents would get extremely angry, they would berate me and then, they would not talk to me for weeks. Arguments even broke out into physical fights. This is how things have been in my home from the third grade all the way to the twelfth. It would not be uncommon for my parents to constantly compare me to other kids I grew up with in the South Asian community: "Oh, you are not like so-and-so's son or daughter who is going to Harvard at 15 and will be a doctor when he or she is 20, whereas you are a piece of ---- who will basically amount to nothing."
Then college started. They told me they would not pay for my education unless I became a pre-med major and although I had other interests, I figured that I liked to help people and provide medical care for the poor, so why not pursue medicine? But this road has been nothing but hell for me. They would not be pleased no matter how hard I tried to excel as a pre-med major. I did good in a few pre-med classes but not all of them; I got a few B's and C's. At home, the arguments and the physical fighting continued. Two years into college, I moved away from home but into the apartment that was overseen by a South Asian landlord who was a very close friend to my parents. To make matters as bad, the apartment was not too far away from where my parents lived. Between having the landlord live right next to the apartment building and her reporting back to my parents on everything I did, the stress continued. Plus, I lived with a bunch of filthy students, the place had filthy facilities and the area was very noisy. My parents would stop by every now and then to check up on me and to berate me for being a very bad son.
After graduating from college, I got a full-time job in medical research at a prestigious medical school and am now making good money. I even enrolled into a post-bac program to boost some of my pre-med credentials. With my new money, I decided to move into a nice apartment with my best friend. We did that about a week ago and I've been living there since. The apartment is nice and is in the downtown area of the city I live in. It's quiet, restful and peaceful. The sleep I've had in the past week has been the best sleep I've had in years...
...except that through the phone, my parents have increased their pressure on me. My mom has been calling me on my phone everyday, crying her eyes out and being so dramatic about me moving into a place of my own. She would still remind me of how bad of a son I am and how she and my father are going to die and leave me with a life full of regret. Her main issue is that I am not living with her and my father. I haven't told them where my apartment is but they still have this mental grip on me and my life. I am afraid that they are going to do something extremely drastic to try to get me to move back home. But if I do that, then I'll be back in an environment where I won't be able to focus on the exact thing they want me to do! Which is to become a doctor! So even the respite that I thought I would find by paying my own rent in a peaceful apartment is being threatened by my parents who are freaking out even more and more.
They are already upset that I didn't matriculate into a medical school by the time I finished my undergraduate career. They think I'm not as good as the other sons and daughters they see who went into six-year accelerated medical school programs and they're calling me up to three times each day to remind me of that. I'm trying to study for my classes and for the MCAT but I can't seem to shake them off.
I am 23 years old and I know for the lot of you, my issues sound crazy and stupid: "How could someone that old still be ruled by their parents?" But my parents are crazy. And I need advice on what to do. Am I really as bad as they say I am? Or are they just trying to manipulate me?
What should I do? I'm mentally and emotionally suffocated. Please give advice. Would be much appreciated...
I'm not to SDN here and while I wish I could ask something normal along the lines of whether or not I have the credentials to get into a certain medical school, I have to ask you all to bear with me as I present a personal problem that is preventing me from getting into medical school.
I am South Asian and I come from the ever-so-stereotypical South Asian family. My parents came to the USA, where I was born, and had the ever-so-stereotypical dream of me becoming a doctor (and this was before I was even born). Now, despite being ever-so-stereotypical South Asian parents, my parents have been unique in one way: They are more intense and controlling in making sure that they get their son to do what they want him to do. Allow me to elaborate:
Ever since I was a kid, my worth in my parents' eyes have been solely determined by what my grades were. If I got A's, my parents were happy and things would be normal. But if I got not-so-good grades, my parents would get extremely angry, they would berate me and then, they would not talk to me for weeks. Arguments even broke out into physical fights. This is how things have been in my home from the third grade all the way to the twelfth. It would not be uncommon for my parents to constantly compare me to other kids I grew up with in the South Asian community: "Oh, you are not like so-and-so's son or daughter who is going to Harvard at 15 and will be a doctor when he or she is 20, whereas you are a piece of ---- who will basically amount to nothing."
Then college started. They told me they would not pay for my education unless I became a pre-med major and although I had other interests, I figured that I liked to help people and provide medical care for the poor, so why not pursue medicine? But this road has been nothing but hell for me. They would not be pleased no matter how hard I tried to excel as a pre-med major. I did good in a few pre-med classes but not all of them; I got a few B's and C's. At home, the arguments and the physical fighting continued. Two years into college, I moved away from home but into the apartment that was overseen by a South Asian landlord who was a very close friend to my parents. To make matters as bad, the apartment was not too far away from where my parents lived. Between having the landlord live right next to the apartment building and her reporting back to my parents on everything I did, the stress continued. Plus, I lived with a bunch of filthy students, the place had filthy facilities and the area was very noisy. My parents would stop by every now and then to check up on me and to berate me for being a very bad son.
After graduating from college, I got a full-time job in medical research at a prestigious medical school and am now making good money. I even enrolled into a post-bac program to boost some of my pre-med credentials. With my new money, I decided to move into a nice apartment with my best friend. We did that about a week ago and I've been living there since. The apartment is nice and is in the downtown area of the city I live in. It's quiet, restful and peaceful. The sleep I've had in the past week has been the best sleep I've had in years...
...except that through the phone, my parents have increased their pressure on me. My mom has been calling me on my phone everyday, crying her eyes out and being so dramatic about me moving into a place of my own. She would still remind me of how bad of a son I am and how she and my father are going to die and leave me with a life full of regret. Her main issue is that I am not living with her and my father. I haven't told them where my apartment is but they still have this mental grip on me and my life. I am afraid that they are going to do something extremely drastic to try to get me to move back home. But if I do that, then I'll be back in an environment where I won't be able to focus on the exact thing they want me to do! Which is to become a doctor! So even the respite that I thought I would find by paying my own rent in a peaceful apartment is being threatened by my parents who are freaking out even more and more.
They are already upset that I didn't matriculate into a medical school by the time I finished my undergraduate career. They think I'm not as good as the other sons and daughters they see who went into six-year accelerated medical school programs and they're calling me up to three times each day to remind me of that. I'm trying to study for my classes and for the MCAT but I can't seem to shake them off.
I am 23 years old and I know for the lot of you, my issues sound crazy and stupid: "How could someone that old still be ruled by their parents?" But my parents are crazy. And I need advice on what to do. Am I really as bad as they say I am? Or are they just trying to manipulate me?
What should I do? I'm mentally and emotionally suffocated. Please give advice. Would be much appreciated...