I sit on the couch and stare up at my parents. "Do you have a lot of homework?" they ask. I reply by pointing to the circle of books surrounding me. They smile, and my mom asks, "How do you feel about that?" The famous question asked in my household. To understand, to identify is something that comes from my parents and what they do. My name's Emily and both of my parents are psychoanalysts. This is both a blessing and a curse.
My relationship with my parents is like that of an Oreo's cream filling to its two chocolate cookies. Both of them use the same tactics with me and handle situations in the same fashion. Once when I needed advice on time management, I went to my dad and he gave me the advice to do whatever my unconscious feels is right. I personally did not think that would benefit my grades so I went to my mom. She thought that I should do whatever would keep me happy while still maintaining my priorities. I understand that doing something that makes me happy is best, but it does not help myself get anything done. No matter where I turn, their point-of-views are identical. My house is filled with the influence of minds such as Sigmund Freud's, and everything there has to do with psychological understanding. My parents are two identical forces of psychology, and I am squished in between.
My parents have always pushed me to be an individual and do things that feel right to me. Since I was little, my mom pushed me to do what I thought was right and to not let anyone change that. This would make the relationship with my parents that of a double stuffed Oreo. I have more room between the influences of my parents to be who I want to be. This has pushed me to be individual in the way I dress, and the ability to rise above peer pressure. Through the promotion of self-reflection, I have become a grounded person and now I can recognize when I need help.
As Sigmund Freud once said, "Being entirely honest with oneself is a good exercise." In my family, the honest truth is that being the child of two psychologists is like being in an everlasting therapy session. To be understood is important, however sometimes it is more important to live a life that is not constantly being analyzed. From a young age I was put in the world of psychology. At three years old I was put in therapy for being "bullied." The worst part of having the relationship I do with my parents is that when I try to escape from one parent, I turn and the other has the exact same perspective. They are the cookies and are closing in on the cream. During our arguments, they use the "psychologists voice," a voice I hear at various times. The voice has a low tone with no detection of emotion. There is a tilt of the head that is trying to coerce you to talk and shows you that they will understand. I do not like being treated like a patient, so I approach them and let them know that I would like to be seen as their daughter.
Even though I am being closed in like cream in an Oreo, I love my parents dearly. They make every effort to console and teach me at the same time. In my efforts to become a better person and being successful in my life, I will continue using their theories, whether I choose to become a psychologist or not. I have always loved my parents, and just like an Oreo, our relationship will be everlasting, however eventually I will need to be independent and pull these cookies apart, because in the end, the cream needs to stand-alone.
"My parents have always pushed me to be an individual and do things that feel right to me" I think "
Also,"my mom pushed me to do what I thought was right and to not let anyone change that" is inappropriate. I think "my mom told" or "taught" would be better.
"I have more room between the influences of my parents to be who I want to be" What do you mean by "I have more room"?? This is a bit confusing.
Overall, I think your essay is good except that you focus too much on the "curse" rather than a "blessing". And I think it's better if you show more about how urgently you want to "pull those cookies apart".
Just my personal opinion.
To understand, to identify is something that comes from my parents and what they do. --- this sentence is unclear! :-)
My name's Emily and b Both of my parents are psychoanalysts. This is both a blessing and a curse.
My relationship with my parents is like that of an Oreo's cream filling to its two chocolate cookies. ----wow, great writing here. This is the good stuff.
But... but... you did not give adequate explanation for the analogy. Give more explanation! YOu can do it. :-)
I understand that doing something that makes me happy is best, but it does not help myself me get anything (important?) done.
This would make the relationship with my parents that of a double stuffed Oreo. ----nice, but I still think that prior to this you need to explain the oreo analogy in order to justify it in the first place.
...like being in an everlasting therapy session. -----ha ha ha, I love this essay, and I think the AO reader will, too.
Even though I am being closed in like cream in an Oreo, ----oh, now I see. Give a sentence to explain this soon after originally mentioning oreo.
I love my parents dearly. ---cliche!
... the cream needs to stand-alone.--- what a strange way to end an essay. I thought the creal always ended up being scraped off the cookie by someone's bottom teeth.
