Raquel You Are Not Eating Enough Analysis
Raquel you’re not eating enough, Raquel you’re too skinny, Raquel there’s something wrong with you! I would hear my melodramatic mother with her Sofia Vergara like accent tell me this everyday. Every day there would be something wrong with me and it always required a trip to the doctor. To make matters worse, my religious grandmother would instigate my mom's obsession of trying to cure me from my nonexistent illness. God knows I love them both, but they are the dynamic duo that made my childhood unpleasant. I remember visiting a clinic at least once every week to be treated for non-existent symptoms that my mother insisted I had. Every week I would visit my local clinic in Los Angeles, anxiously waiting for the nurses to call my name.
The long hours of waiting would drain and bore a little girl like me so I enjoyed listening to my grandma give uneducated health advice to other women. Grandma was a strong believer in home made remedies and prayer. Like the good christian she is, she took advantage of the clinic's waiting room to evangelize everyone that sat next to us. She would often tell the women “ God has the power to heal, just pray and I promise you won’t step foot in a clinic ever again!”. Listening to her say this made me furious because if God could heal through prayer then why was I in this clinic?. My …show more content…
Instead of tests involving bodily fluids, I was now taking tests to measure my mental development. Every week I would go see my therapist who would ask me a series of questions and make me draw on a paper. I enjoyed it at first but after months of therapy sessions it began to drain me. It took a while for my therapist to realize that my mom was the one that had personal issues to work on, so she prescribed family therapy in order to help my mom understand herself
The long hours of waiting would drain and bore a little girl like me so I enjoyed listening to my grandma give uneducated health advice to other women. Grandma was a strong believer in home made remedies and prayer. Like the good christian she is, she took advantage of the clinic's waiting room to evangelize everyone that sat next to us. She would often tell the women “ God has the power to heal, just pray and I promise you won’t step foot in a clinic ever again!”. Listening to her say this made me furious because if God could heal through prayer then why was I in this clinic?. My …show more content…
Instead of tests involving bodily fluids, I was now taking tests to measure my mental development. Every week I would go see my therapist who would ask me a series of questions and make me draw on a paper. I enjoyed it at first but after months of therapy sessions it began to drain me. It took a while for my therapist to realize that my mom was the one that had personal issues to work on, so she prescribed family therapy in order to help my mom understand herself