WhatDoesTheFoxSay?
Hold your head high, and your middle finger higher
- Dec 25, 2020
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For purposes of simplification, I will use the letter "N" to denote a person with narcissistic traits.
Nmom is a breast cancer survivor. With a combination of alternative therapies, exercise and prayer, her illness went into remission, and she stopped her treatments. (To be specific, Nmom stopped anti-cancer treatment on her own. Of her own free will. She hasn't gone for a single checkup ever since she deemed herself "healthy" enough not to need to do so.) I grew up with a distrust of conventional medicine, believing in the "power of positivity" and trusting my body to "heal itself". Because I refused to seek medical treatment, my lupus went undiagnosed for two years, and by the time I did, shit had already hit the fan. I was influenced by my parents to believe that conventional medicine only treats the "branch" symptoms—not the "root" cause—and that my symptoms would eventually go away on their own. Unfortunately, despite my best efforts, such an attitude has remained to be till this day.
During those agonizing years of joint pain and muscle aches, I fell into a downward spiral. Whenever I complained, Nmom would gaslight me for "making a mountain out of a molehill" and exacerbating the pain by being depressed. Both parents made me feel like I wasn't trying hard enough to keep a positive attitude, and at times Nmom would lash out at me for "driving her crazy". I came to a rude realisation today that even at the age of thirty, I'm still a "goody-two-shoes mummy's girl" who, despite all her capabilities, can't make decisions on her own.
I'm boiling with rage as I type this. If I didn't take the initiative to seek medical attention back then, I swear I wouldn't be alive today.
Nmom is a breast cancer survivor. With a combination of alternative therapies, exercise and prayer, her illness went into remission, and she stopped her treatments. (To be specific, Nmom stopped anti-cancer treatment on her own. Of her own free will. She hasn't gone for a single checkup ever since she deemed herself "healthy" enough not to need to do so.) I grew up with a distrust of conventional medicine, believing in the "power of positivity" and trusting my body to "heal itself". Because I refused to seek medical treatment, my lupus went undiagnosed for two years, and by the time I did, shit had already hit the fan. I was influenced by my parents to believe that conventional medicine only treats the "branch" symptoms—not the "root" cause—and that my symptoms would eventually go away on their own. Unfortunately, despite my best efforts, such an attitude has remained to be till this day.
During those agonizing years of joint pain and muscle aches, I fell into a downward spiral. Whenever I complained, Nmom would gaslight me for "making a mountain out of a molehill" and exacerbating the pain by being depressed. Both parents made me feel like I wasn't trying hard enough to keep a positive attitude, and at times Nmom would lash out at me for "driving her crazy". I came to a rude realisation today that even at the age of thirty, I'm still a "goody-two-shoes mummy's girl" who, despite all her capabilities, can't make decisions on her own.
I'm boiling with rage as I type this. If I didn't take the initiative to seek medical attention back then, I swear I wouldn't be alive today.
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