Adversity does not even begin to cover the full extent of this challenge I have faced my entire life. To grow up knowing you are unwelcomed and undesired, a criminal, and not understanding why, is difficult and something a child should never go through. But I did. I grew up undocumented and was forced to undergo shame at being “other.” The embarrassment and anger I felt at being asked if I had “papers” by a classmate developed into deep depression and anxiety. I have struggled with depression for as long as I can remember. When I look back to my childhood the only think that comes up is crying and taunting.
Being an only child was difficult as there was no one to protect me from the endless comments about my appearance. This coupled with the fact that I am undocumented led me to hate myself, to the extent that I resorted to harming myself and even contemplating not being alive anymore. I developed an unhealthy view of myself and resorted to making myself puke after meals, to appease the taunting engrained in my mind. I coped unhealthily, and instead of reaching out to people, I shut everyone out and never asked for help. I even distanced myself from my parents, and for some years my relationship with my family suffered. I was quiet and always sat alone in a corner reading or listening to music, and no one was ever aware of the fact that I faced an internal battle every day.
Along with the depression came an underlying issue I still struggle with today, and that is anxiety.
When my family decided to move to America when about three years ago, I got to experience depression for the first time. Everyone around me seemed to be so unfamiliar and cold. I didn’t speak the same language that most of the people speak in my school, and we had different culture and shared different beliefs. I found no one to trust and talk to. My father’s word kept being played in my mind.
Los Angeles, California is home to nearly ten percent of the United States immigrant population. After Donald Trump became the president of the United States many immigrant communities in Los Angeles became more concerned about their future. On may 8th 2017 in the local education section of the Los Angeles times the article “What it’s like to be a teen in L.A. with a parent in the U.S. Illegally” by Sonali Kohli was presented. In this article, she elaborates how the immigrant communities in Los Angeles are continuing to be marginalized, but this misfortune has expanded to the sons and daughters of immigrant parents (Kohli, 2017). Kohli focuses her article in three different High School students from near neighborhoods of inner LA: Maria Garcia, Lupe, and Daniel Garcia.
For many years, unauthorized immigrants have migrated to the United States looking for a better future for their families. Many immigrants bring their children to this journey looking for a better quality of life, but what they don 't know is that their kids are going to face many challenges like discrimination, not belonging, health issues and most important being undocumented. In the article “I Didn’t Ask to Come to This Country... I Was a Child: The Mental Health Implications of Growing Up Undocumented” written by Jeanne-Marie R. Stacciarini in the Journal of Immigrant &Minority Health. Stacciarini holds a Ph.D. and an RN in nursing and mental health and is well-known for publishing investigations on minority health.
My experiences as an immigrant have certainly been difficult in some cases of racism, but I have generally been accepted as an American
Through the significant struggles I have witness from my parents I have learned and adapted that if you want something you have to work for it, as much as they did in order to fully provide my siblings and myself with the basic necessities. Having immigrant parents who were only eligible to work in the agriculture business was a bit overwhelming. Since they only spoke one language, Spanish, there wasn’t many job opportunities for them. Getting paid minimum wage and be living as a low income family we were faced with many struggles. I can say that coming from immigrant parents and foreseeing their struggles, immigrants of Hispanic descent have overcome many adversities especially discrimination because the way they dress, not being able to speak the English language fluently or because of their cultural beliefs.
My dad worked in a bakery in South Gate for a few years and two years later my mom and my sister came to the U.S. The fact that I come from an immigrant family, I am aware of the struggles that many immigrants face. Someone who is undocumented faces different
One of the toughest adjustments, having been born to Mexican parents, is migrating to an unknown country where traditions and languages differ from one 's own. Though many pursue an education and strive for a better life, the purpose behind an immigrant, like myself, differs from the typical American. Immigrants strive for a life that was once impossible, going to school is not only to attain an education, but to better prove that we can also become successful regardless of our traditions and skin color. I lived in a country for over fifteen years, fearing deportation, not only losing a home, but potentially saying goodbye to a bright future. Although many feel empathy for Mexican-Americans, it is undeniably difficult to truly comprehend the immense trauma children and even adults undergo upon experiencing racism and prejudice.
Foster care and abandonment The baggage that remains By Shaylah O’Hara Guest writer I had always felt that my mother did not want me. While she had several opportunities to get me back by simply providing a few clean drug tests, she was unable to do so. I tell myself that I ended up in the foster care system due to her addiction and that she did not intentionally choose drugs over me; while I do believe that, it still hurts.
Jaziah Shipp “Disabilities” I have experienced being under many labels. With all of these labels the excruciating painful times were harder when I was just finding out that I was adopted wondering “do my birth parents even love me”, “who is my real parent”, and “why didn’t she want me”. When I was in elementary school I was labeled with a speech disability. School became a big issue in my life. I was so hurt when I had to present in front of the class.
Although I was born in Nevada, I left the states at three months old to China where my maternal grandparents lived. That was because my parents, as immigrants with a minimal educational background, were financially unstable and had to work, so they were not able to raise me. However, the summer before I turned 6 years old, my father brought me back to the U.S. to Los Angeles, California. By then, my parents were already divorced. I moved to Northern California where my aunt raised me in Cupertino for a majority of my elementary and middle school years.
At first, the social peculiarity given to me by my migration status and language limitations made me a victim of bullying, which made me want to go back to the safety and similarity of my home country. However, the persistent nature engraved in me by my parents did not allow me to give in to the constant discriminatory voices that kept telling me that I would never be "American" enough.
Ten years ago, I immigrated to the United States and ever since I have been an undocumented immigrant. Due to my legal status in the United States, I felt like I was restricted from certain situations and possessions and would never be able to succeed. I was not living the normal life of a seven-year-old. Instead, I had to learn to cope and adapt to a whole new culture. Even though the drastic change at such a young age was a challenge, it has shaped who I am today.
Numerous stories are heart retching and devastating. Trying to imagine being in the shoes of those immigrants is almost impossible, as I have been blessed with a wonderful problem-free life. Unfortunately, I am unable to even relate to any of the several issues immigrants encountered daily, as I have never experienced anything they have suffered through. Although, I personally cannot attest to such horrible experiences, I can promote acceptance and equality among immigrants in America. Similarly, a quote by Carlos Ramirez suggests the same.
My name is Ethel Waters. I was born in Chester, Pennsylvania on October 31, 1896 as a result of the rape of my teenaged mother, Louise Anderson; she was 13 years at that time. My father John Waters is a pianist and family acquaintance from a mixed-race middle-class background, but he played no role in raising me. I was an American blues, jazz and gospel vocalist and actress. I frequently performed jazz, big band, and pop music, on the Broadway stage and in concerts, although I began my career in the 1920s singing blues.
In addition to this, I was constantly denied eligibility for scholarships due to my immigration status, and although I was given many opportunities to represent my school at national conventions, I was unable to attend for the same reason. Fortunately, I suddenly came to the realization that only obstacle preventing me from embarking on these scholastic and career opportunities was myself. It was then that I sought help and with the assistance of a few selfless individuals who took the time to walk me through the process, I