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Whose dreams am I living?

I feel that I am trained to live my parents' dreams, not mine.

I just want to edit and share with my ideas freely, especially if it's for a good cause, like speaking out for people with Autism and striving for unity within the Autie community in my country, or saving the Earth, or even something like proposing a various alternative to city and regional development for a more sustainable future, as I really enjoy the idea of sustainable urban planning, which I may share in greater detail one day.

However, my parents have some other plans for me. They initially wanted me to be a medical doctor, then they wanted me to be, at least, a Chinese physician like they do. Last of all, they wanted me to go to a 'normal university', if not, it's as if they 'lost their son'.

So I admit feeling unhappy. Despite my apparent effort, despite my best effort to discipline myself in studies, it doesn't translate into understanding.

I just realised I fell in the trap of materialism. To keep things going, while satisficing my parents' demand - satisfying and sufficing - I did use the pocket money I get, meant to focus on my studies 100%, to indulge in relatively expensive food such as ice-cream and bubble-tea from 'famous' drink stores in my town. I'm also hooked to nice clothes, nice shoes, etc... To be honest, I feel that I'm really distracted. I did use other irrelevant stuff to my needs to relieve the hurt in me, for not able to do what I want.

Oh, not to forget the scorn by parents and high-achieving classmates. They say I'm not focused, yes I am not really focused, given the pain I experienced! They say I am immature - hmm, I am 22, yes, I tried to compromise to get into a reputable good-paying career path, yes, and I did not focus on it fully, so you say I'm immature and using all those excuses to say I should just disregard everything and do what I am supposed to do. Well, hmm, I just feel more tired than the day before, and this doesn't fit with my vision - though my purpose is to solve a problem each day, I cannot solve problems that take away more than build my life.

I really hope, one day, that the day will come, when I work my full heart - I want it, need it and go for it. But recognising my limitations in finances, grades, etc., I may need 10 years of work experience to give me the confidence to re-start another career in the process, if accounting and business are truly not for me.

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It sounds like you are experiencing what Betty Friedan described in "The Feminine Mystique" back in the 1960's: you aren't allowed to be your own person but must live your life living up to others' dreams and expectations. She spoke of the dangers of parents (especially women) living their lives through their children instead of developing lives of their own and she predicted exactly what is happening in society today: that you will have large numbers of demoralized, depressed youth who have nothing to live for. She even makes an interesting statement regarding autism (see my blog).
 
Indeed, some things are more common than different. Even 1960's feminism is not too different from 2010's disability rights movement.

I can't be someone else, I am so unique that I may need to break from certain stereotypes and family values, and I have nothing to live for. Until I realised that there are some ideas that I can bring to the table, so different, that I can offer a better alternative to make people around me feel happy.

I think eventually, I will have to re-think my dreams, and be more like myself than to be more like what other people want me to do. After all, I have only one life, no?
 

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