Pressured away from hobbies
This kind of rant isn't your typical "parents making their child pursue something other than art" story.
So, I've always been the art kid in our family. It was because I could draw, paint, sculpt, and do anything that had to do with art. They were sure that I had the knowledge. However, they treated me like I was a prodigy or something. I wasn't even that good🥲 Every time I created something, they would go, "Oh, you can go into architecture," "I can't wait for you to sell those," "You should pursue mixed media arts and become an illustrator," "You can work once you master that!" This all started when I was like 11. Even so, they wouldn't even invest in my learnings.
I always used to save up my pocket money. I refrained from eating unnecessarily and didn't spend on things I couldn't use, all because I would spend it all at art stores. But my pocket money was less than a dollar every day, and sometimes they would take it too, so it took time.
Now that I'm older, I pursued a health-allied program, away from what I used to love. Every time I had to do something, it always had to be perfect because they wanted me to earn from it. I feel like throwing up every time I think about it because I really loved being an artist and enjoying the things I do. They were finding someone to pass their burdens onto. They were hurrying me. All that passion is gone, and I'm afraid it won't return anytime soon.