Don’t judge me; you don’t know the trauma I’m going through. Don’t advise me; I don’t have need for it. The only solution to my problem is that schools reopen and she leaves the house for me.
When I was in school I didn’t bother anybody with terminologies relating to my course of study—English and Literary Studies. No, I did not. I did not look at my father and say to him, “you remind me of Unoka,” or “mom, you’re a feminist.”
So what is this? I never frustrated people with “oh! I like the plot of this gossip. Oh, but you know you just made a syntactic error? Ca va?”
I’ve always be an eater. I eat alot. I eat heavy chunks in few hours. Nobody complains or nobody complained till my sister entered high institution and started studying this discomfortability of a course. I’ve always been slim. A fleshy slim. All the food I eat go off somehow but never adds me up.
Now, when I open my mouth to eat, she tells me, “nawa o. You have Eating disorder.”
When I remove my clothes and she sees that I’m slimmer than she is, she eyes me and says, “you have Hooha disorder.”
When I squeak at the mention of food, something I do when food is coming and I’m hungry, she tells me, “you have Kungfu Panda disorder.”
When I laugh, “I have Personality disorder.”
Only me…I even have one disfigure complex. I also have OCD(whatever that means). I have mental disorder, too.
Is she the only one studying Psychology? Everybody in the house has been analyzed with one or two terrible disorders and she never profers a solution. My younger brother has Amnesia disorder and Multiple personality disorder. Mom has Dysentery complex and Speech disorder and dad? He’s not left out…he has a Man disorder plus an evil Alter ego.
Let institutions open, so that we all can breathe, eat, laugh, work and play in peace. I feel murderous already!😭
I would have added her picture, but I’m scared of being analyzed 🤒😭😪