in a way, my undergraduate years represent my deepest shame.
I just had a trigger in writing the previous post; when I thought of "mother loves me"; it reminds me of something that one of the personal tutors said; because I didn't reveal my depression to my family, and he said I should cos they love me.
I know my parents love me, but I don't want a stranger like that personal tutor to tell me.
Furthermore, he treated me very impersonally, like the doctors
I don't like being treated like that
I just had a trigger in writing the previous post; when I thought of "mother loves me"; it reminds me of something that one of the personal tutors said; because I didn't reveal my depression to my family, and he said I should cos they love me.
I know my parents love me, but I don't want a stranger like that personal tutor to tell me.
Furthermore, he treated me very impersonally, like the doctors
I don't like being treated like that
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