My Mom Fed Me Only Fruit

My Mom Fed Me Only Fruit


Hello everybody! I am fourteen years old and my name is Erica. I want to tell you the story about my experience
with an unusual lifestyle that my mother made me live in. And I’ll say right away – do not even
try to repeat what I was doing for the past few years! My life was in serious danger, and everything
could’ve ended up very badly … Although you still can’t say that everything ended
well. I am alive and that’s a plus. But I’m not sure whether my mother still
loves me or not. And I really love my mother. Yes, she has a bad temper and pretty specific
tastes… but she is my mother! And she never wanted to hurt me. She just put me on a diet. Even if I added that this was absolutely against
my will, it still wouldn’t sound too scary, right? That’s what I thought too, and I never really
rebelled against it, because my mother adhered to this diet herself. And, you see, I thought that it was pretty
fair. Although at night I often dreamed… of potatoes. Mashed potatoes, baked potatoes, fries – I
really loved all of these things, but I was strictly forbidden to eat potatoes. And I couldn’t even dream of eating a steak,
a cutlet, or a chicken leg – because I did not even know what they tasted like. Can you imagine? I have only recently discovered the taste
of meat dishes.But I will get to this later. My mother became seriously concerned, if not
obsessed, about nutrition after my dad died. I was three years old and, of course, I do
not remember the details. I only know that he died from appendicitis. This illness is not commonly considered lethal,
if properly treated, but that didn’t happen in my father’s case… He didn’t have time to do the surgery, his
inflamed appendix burst and… well, you see, something terrible happened inside my father’s
body. Doctors could not save him. They stated that the reason for his death
was that my dad didn’t seek medical help until it was already too late. But my mother was sure that this clinic did
not provide assistance to her husband in time! My father’s death was a real tragedy for
my mother. But instead of becoming depressed, my mother
put all her strength into taking revenge on the clinic for his death. She went to court. The trials were complicated and lasted almost
a year, but my mother and her lawyer managed to bring evidence proving the negligent attitude
of the doctors! One of my earliest childhood memories includes
this courtroom and a stern middle-aged lady in a black mantle, loudly issuing a verdict,
and then even louder, banging the table with a hammer. And then I saw my mother’s broad, satisfied
smile. I rarely saw my mother’s smile, so I also
remembered seeing her smiling especially clearly. My mother received a generous check from the
clinic as compensation. I don’t know exactly how much money there
was. I can only say one thing: this money allowed
my mother and I to go to the countries of Southeast Asia and to stay there for several
years. First we went to Cambodia, but we didn’t
stay there long, so I have almost no memories of this country, then we lived in Thailand,
briefly visited Nepal, but the mountain climate seemed too cold for my mom, and after that,
we went to India and spent two years in the different states of this country. We didn’t live in expensive hotels and didn’t
eat in restaurants for tourists; my mother wanted something completely different. She wanted us to live very simply and to eat
the most traditional foods. Actually, my mother started this whole journey
in order to study the food culture in these countries. She was interested in everything related to
vegetarianism. It was this kind of nutrition that seemed
the healthiest and, therefore, the most proper to my mom. She became obsessed with these ideas after
my father’s death – she equally blamed the clinic… and my dad himself. Dad was a real fan of fast food – in his bachelor
years he never cooked and bought food that could be eaten quickly: hamburgers, French
fries or chips, deep-fried chicken legs or wings. He also really loved Cola. And even after their marriage, dad did not
really change his habits, preferring fast food to any homemade food. Mom believed that his appetite for fast food
resulted in him having appendicitis, which finally killed him. Well, as you might have guessed, from the
age of four I ate exclusively fruits and vegetables. While we lived in Asia, it was not so bad,
because there were so many kinds! But our money was gradually running out, and
I had to go to school, so we soon returned to the States. At home, my mother continued to very strictly
monitor that I remained a vegetarian. But, for real, she didn’t have to do it – it
never crossed my mind to try to eat something “WRONG.” You see, I’ve never eaten meat at a conscious
age! Of course, at school, I saw other children
eating pizza or hamburgers, but the question of why I didn’t eat the same way did not
torment me. My mother cooked me my school lunches herself
every day and forbade me to touch any other food, inventing all sorts of pretexts, like
the fact that I was a special girl and could be poisoned by food that other children eat. Sounds stupid, right? But while I was a little girl, it worked. Plus, I loved vegetables. You might be surprised, but I even love broccoli! In general, a vegetarian diet was not a problem
for me. But the older I got, the stronger it began
to seem to me that my mother was going a little bit too far with this diet. Even cow’s milk was forbidden – mom bought
soy, oat, or almond. And my mother’s views on food continued
to become more severe. Mom was no longer satisfied with ordinary
vegetarianism. She began to look for something else that
was even healthier and more “correct.” This led her to the works of Arnold Ehret,
a German nutritionist who lived in the 19th century. He moved to the United States and wrote several
books about proper nutrition… well, as he imagined it. Mom was deeply impressed by his work, and
made me read his books, too. But, even though I studied them well, I would
not want to tell you the details of the contents of these books – it’s boring, and besides…
pretty nasty. Ehret’s concept said that food was divided
into two types: one creates mucus in the human body, the other does not. And Ehret believed this very mucus was, in
fact, the source of all diseases. Phew! In general, according to Ehret, you could
only eat fruits and only some vegetables.Moreover, only limited quantities of vegetables. Mom became interested in this nutrition discipline
when I was twelve years old. And from that moment on, she completely deleted
from our diet… oatmeal, rice, potatoes, and much, much more, it was easier to name
the food that stayed on the table. Mom also started to limit me in money, believing
that at school or while walking around with my friends I would violate her rules. And, to be honest, she was completely right,
as I would’ve really violated them… You see, I did my best to treat my mother
with understanding. I tried to believe that she knew what she
was doing. But I began to envy my friends who lived a
normal life. And I began to feel bad. I constantly felt hungry, I only felt satiated
when I had bananas, other fruits did not help in any way. And now my mother and I ate almost exclusively
fruit. Mom said that it was good for us, but I was
not sure about that. We both began to noticeably lose weight. Both of us had noticeably worse hair and nails. But it was impossible to convince my mother,
so I…just suffered, no matter how bad I was. I don’t even know how this would’ve ended
if not for Mrs. Craig. Mrs. Craig is our neighbor, a middle-aged
widow who used to work as a nurse. She rarely went away for long periods time,
so she was the first to see me faint on the street as I was on my way into my house. Yes, before that, things would get hazy in
my eyes, but this time I just faded… When I came to my senses in Mrs. Craig’s
house, I began to beg her not to call 911. Mrs. Craig didn’t want to listen to me,
because when she decided to bring me into her house and tried to pick me up, she discovered
what I was hiding under my loose baggy clothes — and how much I had lost weight. So she seriously believed that my life was
in danger! Then I suddenly told her everything about
my mother’s views on nutrition. I even told her about this nutritionist, Arnold
Ehret, from the nineteenth century and about what I ate because of him, and how I really
felt. But I didn’t want my mother to get in trouble! So I persuaded Mrs. Craig to keep it all a
secret. She promised me this, but in turn made me
promise that I would come to her for dinner every day while my mother was still at work. Of course, I agreed. And to be honest, I was so thankful. This went on for about six months. For the first time in the last two years,
I began to feel normal, even my appearance improved. Mom attributed this to the fact that my body
had finally adapted to the new diet, and did not suspect anything. And I hoped that she would never find out
anything. But one day, mom returned from work earlier
than usual. From the window she saw me getting off the
school bus… but then I went to Mrs. Craig’s house instead of coming home. She followed me. Mrs. Craig opened the door for her, and my
mother quickly walked past her and into the kitchen… and saw me in front of a plate
full of food. Oh how they both screamed! Mom accused the neighbor of sticking her nose
in other people’s affairs, Mrs. Craig shouted in response that she would call the police
and tell them that my mother had endangered me… I think, in fact, my mother was still scared
of this threat. Yes, when we returned home, she called me
a “traitor” and said that I was “just like my father…” But she did not forbid me to go to Mrs. Craig
for lunch or dinner.In fact, she generally stopped talking to me. Well, this is the end of my story. And I do not know how to resolve this situation
with my mother. What do you think of this? Can you give me some advice?Write your thoughts
in the comments.