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EstherTherese
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My mother is very religious and I am very grateful for being introduced to my faith from an early age. She is very close to me and has showed she deeply cared for me through many, many sacrifices. However, I’m realizing more every day that always adhering to everything she says might be unhealthy. I’m still having a lot of trouble with this, knowing that filial piety is a moral imperative both in my faith and native culture.
(We are Vietnamese immigrants. I was one years old when I came here, so I’m more American.)
I used to be very scrupulous and can’t help but think my upbringing was one of the causes for its development. Being lectured often, I got used to saying sorry for situations where (even looking back now) I did not deliberately do anything wrong. Things like frowning too much or mumbling. Talking back was not an option. Except to say sorry, since that was the only thing that made the yelling subside. Otherwise, I sat, cried, and internalized.
When I actually did do something wrong, she often used religious rhetoric during her lectures to remind me of my sin and offense.
I’m not as scrupulous now, but the anxiety is pretty apparent. Thanks to mental health resources in the college I’m attending, I’m finally getting counseling (at the suggestion of multiple priests during different confessions). My family is pretty harmonious and attend church together, but my mom’s yelling voice has looped in my head whenever I feel disappointed or deserving of punishment.
I showed signs of depression since I was 12 or 13, but my parents did not take me seriously. They knew my scrupulosity was a problem and tried to lecture it out of me. My mom trivialized it sometimes, saying awful things like “Well, why don’t you say THAT during confession” (when I do something wrong) or calling me a Pharisee.
I have tried talking to her. If I say anything negative about how I’m being treated, either two things happen:
(We are Vietnamese immigrants. I was one years old when I came here, so I’m more American.)
I used to be very scrupulous and can’t help but think my upbringing was one of the causes for its development. Being lectured often, I got used to saying sorry for situations where (even looking back now) I did not deliberately do anything wrong. Things like frowning too much or mumbling. Talking back was not an option. Except to say sorry, since that was the only thing that made the yelling subside. Otherwise, I sat, cried, and internalized.
When I actually did do something wrong, she often used religious rhetoric during her lectures to remind me of my sin and offense.
I’m not as scrupulous now, but the anxiety is pretty apparent. Thanks to mental health resources in the college I’m attending, I’m finally getting counseling (at the suggestion of multiple priests during different confessions). My family is pretty harmonious and attend church together, but my mom’s yelling voice has looped in my head whenever I feel disappointed or deserving of punishment.
I showed signs of depression since I was 12 or 13, but my parents did not take me seriously. They knew my scrupulosity was a problem and tried to lecture it out of me. My mom trivialized it sometimes, saying awful things like “Well, why don’t you say THAT during confession” (when I do something wrong) or calling me a Pharisee.
I have tried talking to her. If I say anything negative about how I’m being treated, either two things happen:
- I am accused of being ungrateful, self-indulgent, and close-minded.
- My mom reminds me of how poor my Vietnamese language skills are, seeing how I’m struggling to explain complex emotions. Years of Vietnamese tutoring to waste.