I find myself very lucky to have such a diverse cultural background. My mom was born in Nicaragua, and lived there until she had to move due to the revolution. Her father's parents moved from Lebanon to Nicaragua, in search of opportunity. We treasure, not only the Nicaraguan culture but the Lebanese culture as well. My dad was the only one of his sibilant to be born in the United States. His parents moved to Miami from Cuba, also in search of opportunities. All of my grandparents, and their parents, made extremely hard decisions for their families.
As a part of an immigrant family, there is no doubt that, as the oldest, I had to help my parents with English translation. Even though I have been in this role for years, it was not until recently that I realized the significance of my responsibilities.
Family of origin work begins by having an individual or couple drawing up a "Genogram," a three generational map of family relationships graphically depicting such things as births, deaths, marriages, divorces, and sibling order. The rationale for working directly with patients in this manner is described by prominent family therapist John Framo. "The client, by having sessions with his or her family of origin, takes the problem to where they began, thereby making available a direct route to etiological factions. Dealing with the real external parental figures is designed to loosen the grip of the internal representatives of these figures and expose them to reality considerations and their live derivatives. Having gone backward in time, the
Sometimes I feel like I live in two worlds. one world or life is when I was in Puerto Rico where life was effortless and elementary,lots of leisure, and so much more fun. but i also have my world and life here in Boston where is not completely obscured. in boston it is where i am asked to identify myself. it is where people ask me what am i? i have always responded with “ i am puerto rican and black.” that sounds about right my mother is puerto rican and my father is black. most people act like it is strange for me to look and talk the way i do yet not be what they thought. in either world i have never really thought deeply about my ethnic origin because i always said i am puerto rican and black american that is it and nothing more needed to
The front range of Colorado has a large diversity of cultural populations represented. Therefore, as a professional counselor it is my responsibility to educate myself on the cultures I am likely to be working with. Since there is such a diverse population there is no way I am going to know everything about everyone’s culture. Although, I do know the cultures of the majority populations that frequent the agency I am currently working. Since I am working with populations I would be aware of the societal issues they are facing and the oppression they have been and are up against. Therefore, this allows me to immerse myself into their culture, learning and seeing firsthand the oppression and prejudices they face in the community in which we
“Don’t let the Arab play dodgeball with us. He might try killing us.” As I looked around exasperatedly for the origin of this voice, I was greeted with a barrage of laughter. I did not have the cultural or linguistic qualifications to be deemed Arabic. Nor could my long, spindly arms cause harm. Yet, slowly, and in unison, each of my new sixth-grade classmates turned to stare at me. “Hey Arab, wipe that target off your forehead,” someone called out. I quickly realized my verbal assailant had mistakenly connected my tilak chandlo, a distinct Hindu forehead marking, with his own misinformed understanding of “Arab-ness.” My first lunch period ended with a bloody nose and a seat in the principal’s office. From that point forward, my future in middle school and high school appeared rather grim. The prospect of re-educating my peers seemed daunting and unmanageable.
The cultural background that I have come from is a rural agricultural farm. Farming is an industry that is not very easy and through working on my family farm I have come in contact with many struggles and hardships. I have also had hardships through the loss of loved ones. Having to deal with many of these trials in my life has helped me to become a stronger woman. I have also been able to show more dedication, hard work, commitment, and enthusiasm towards my leadership roles and the interactions that I have with others within my involvement of my job, clubs, and volunteer work.
My cultural idenity I’am not races i’am religious fashion and I like food my personalities are sometimes awkward and unlazyness the only things that I like in my cultral idenity is Fashion religious and Food personality what I like about food is that keep you alive and makes you healthy what I like about fashion is being decent and taking care of my self
What is culture? Culture is the idea of what is wrong or right, the concept of what is acceptable within our society. Culture serves us as a guide, taking us to the "right way" and helping us to make sense of things that surrounds us. There are many different cultures around the world. A lot of them are similar in specific ways and others are just completely different, this difference explains why we think that people from different backgrounds are "weird".
A person’s cultural identity is the makeup of their entire life. It encompasses their family, history, racial/ethnic background, religion/spirituality, and environmental factors. It is important for social workers today to be fully aware of their cultural identity in order to serve their clients to the best of their abilities. Being conscious of these factors help a person realize their own biases and therefore, work through them.
Imagine yourself being in an isolated island without anyone else around you or any type of communication to the world. How would you know how other people are or think about themselves, but most importantly how would you identify yourself as person if there is no one else to compare yourself to? There are many islands and forests that are isolated from society and those communities that live there do not really have the resources to know how others are or how they can personally identify themselves. However, that’s not my case. It’s interesting how I never took the time to get to know the person that I really am and what makes me the way I am. While researching I found that there are four things that identify me as a person: my faith, culture,
Who has a cultural identity? Only people who lead big lives or do crazy things have things that are interesting to them, right? As it turns out, this is not true at all. Everyone has a cultural identity, and it is made of many things that might fly over our heads and seem normal to us, but completely foreign to others. Only recently have I started to delve into my identity and really started to appreciate how different I am to others, my specialties and experiences and even how I view basic life and others around me. There are thousands of factors that contribute into making you into you and me into me, and as you could go on for a very long time venturing into them, I only needed to reflect on a few to find out
“Whoa…” muttered my friend, as she looked at the bright neon-pink soup before her. Šaltibarščiai, a traditional Lithuanian beet soup and one of the country's most recognizable dishes, is unique, to say the least. My friend continued to stare at the soup in awe, contemplating whether or not to discover its innermost flavors. I nervously watched her, believing that her pending approval was representative of a cultural acceptance for myself. Being pre-adolescent, I wanted nothing more than to fit in with my peers. Little did I know, my Lithuanian and American cultures would not only coexist, but would commingle by combining qualities from each line of heritage.
I have gone to Catholic school since kindergarten. Needless to say, my cultural experience is fairly limited; mostly, I interact with white people. So when I got to high school, it was mostly curiosity that made me sign up to take Mandarin Chinese as a language.
Growing up in a country that defines who you are based on the color you your skin, growing up in a multicultural home can be challenging. I realize how lucky I was to grow up in a family that did not put limits on me and had a culture and belief system that was far older than this country’s mental slavery. I was lucky to grow up in a family that provided me with a strong sense of who I was and where I came from, for most in this country their culture identity is define by other. Although some would like to believe that race identities don’t contribute to conflict, the ideology of us against them is a driving force for wars, hate crimes, prejudices and conflict not just in this country but all around the world. I identify myself as a Black-woman
I am a 17 year old Muslim girl.My culture believes in ALLAH,we believe that he is our creator and we chose to believe in him.We pray 5 times a day and go to our church every saturday and sundays.We have certain rules and regulations that we follow.If you have beliefs and goals than how are you going to reach anywhere.You need a path that can guide you to where you want reach.Therefore,I belief in “ALLAH”,he guides me be going on the right track.I was raised in three different homes.My first home is in Mogadishu,Somalia,which is where I was born.Mogadishu is a small city in Somalia.I had a pleasing and memorable memories when I was growing up.But my family and I had to move because of the violence and brutality that was happening in my hometown.Therefore,we moved to Kenya because we have many family there.In Kenya,Africa we lived in a 4 bedroom apartment.We had this routine to go to two different schools everyday.One was a English school and the other was a Muslim school.We went to two different schools because my parents didn't want us to forget our culture and religion.They wanted us to be educated in English and in our culture.My mother owned a Somali restaurant and my father was a social worker.We were happy,but my parents wanted us kids to get a better education and bright