Since I was young, I felt different from many of my classmates. I grew up in a school that lacked a lot of diversity. As one of the very few ethnic kids in school, it was challenging to make friends or fit in. I was constantly ridiculed because of how I pronounced various words. It only got worse with my speech impediment that stopped me from saying my favorite food was Mujaddara (which is still hard to say to this day!). The truth is, I was proud that I was Guatemalan and Lebanese. It was who I was and who I am.
While I will never stop being proud of my history, I will admit that my culture was very hard to grow into. Don’t get me wrong, my parents are extremely loving and the reason I am here today, but I honestly feel as if their culture ruined our relationship for a few years. It wasn’t anything about the food or the clothes, but the norm in their cultures. I am very fortunate to grow up into a wealthy family unlike my parents who both fought through low income families to be the successful doctors they are now. In their culture, struggle is the norm, so a struggle to them, isn’t something as simple as being depressed (although not simple at all). So dealing with bullying, anxiety, and depression was overlooked in my family.
Both my parents’ cultures aren’t open and accepting of mental health. My dad took years before he understood my issues and it felt like my issues couldn’t be talked about. I felt as if I had to keep quiet because “nothing could compare to what they went through to get to the United States”. While both my parents accept me now and I have healed from my struggles, it was hard growing up in a dynamic where I felt like I wasn’t always accepted.
The reality is I can’t and shouldn’t blame my parents. My parents tried shifting their beliefs for me and for many, that is extremely hard. It isn’t their fault that they grew up differently than most, however, this did not take away from my struggles.
So many kids struggle in silence because they feel as if they won’t get accepted or validated. The truth is that most kids in cultures similar to mine won’t get accepted, but that will never take away from your struggles, and it’s important to realize that mental health exists, and that some people grew up not believing that. I write this not to blame parents or grandparents or cultures, but to show that your struggles exist and are always enough to be talked about. Hispanic and Arab cultures don’t always accept mental health, and while that should change, it only means that some will have a harder time accepting those who struggle. But let me be clear. YOU MATTER AND YOUR STRUGGLES MATTER. ~ Sebastian