Personal Narrative: My Identity In Rio Grande Valley

The Untamed Will Strive It’s an unnerving reality that your language can cause such a state of confusion and systematic discrimination even from the people that use it. This is a truth of the world that Gloria Anzaldua shares from her own real life. Occurrences that show how one must not be ashamed by the way he/she speaks or by how others may perceive that person just based on language. Anzaldua exclaims that our language should be taken as what shows the world who we are.

Personal Identity and Managing Personal Values Who I identify as, the groups that I belong to, and the values I have will knowingly and unknowingly attach a level of privilege and power that can and will impact my professional identity and the work I do as a professional. The purpose of this paper is to examine how my identity could impact my work as a social worker, how my personal values conflict with my professional values, and to recall a time when I reduced the participation in oppression. The groups of which I belong can impact my ability to help individuals and communities in a number of ways.

Raised in an Indian household in an American environment I am torn between deciding which represents me as a whole. My family dictates that I should cherish my heritage. However in all honesty I am not fond from where I come from, I still don’t know how to read my native language, I am still basic speaker in my mother language, and there are some values in my culture that I am totally disgusted

“Mom I don’t want to go!” I yelled, “Please don’t force me!” Right now I hated my mom. She was forcing me to go on a trip that I didn’t want to go to, but I stopped complaining because I knew that she would win. My legs were shaking at the thought of being on an airplane.

As a Biracial woman who is also Bisexual, intersectionality and diversity are extremely important to me. As I matured, my ethnicity became increasingly important to me. Being biracial can be extremely isolating, and there can be a frequent feeling of not fitting in. I often feel stuck between two worlds, Black and White, Gay and Straight. As I grew up, I felt out of place around family, and unsure about my place in the world.

In the past I have struggled with my biracial identity. As a child I was confused about which community I belonged in because I am a mix of Navajo and Caucasian. As I got older, I began to question myself and who I was. I felt like I did not belong to either the Native or Caucasian community because in both groups I felt like someone else. I felt as if I had to live two lives that were completely separated.

America is often referred to as a melting pot. America is great, it is free, it is diverse. But then again, America is racist, it is prejudice and is full of racial tension. This is what people view America to be versus the reality of what it is when you are a minority. Growing up in America it is difficult to run from your ethnicity and your race.

I would do anything, in order to survive. There would be no limit to what I would do to survive. I have always been known as the survivor. Lets just say I was all alone, no one, no one else in Laredo. There are no power lines that are working.

Life is based on a foundation of decisions and circumstances compiled on a precarious perspective of the user. The structure often relies on small and often overlooked elements. They receive no recognition, yet are the very reason for its prosperity. Trade towns and old docks are the lifeblood of the world, but best suited away from the public eye. Meant for the undesirables to deal with.

On June 3rd, 2016 I was just doing my usual things likeeating and sleeping until my mom came home at 3:11 and told me we are going out of town. Of course I was excited but I also wanted to know where we we 're going. She told my 2 brothers and I to pack our bags and get 3 changes of clothes, so we did. Like usual, I would be the last to know. Then I decided to ask her where we we 're going.

Never have I taken my culture into consideration, but I would more than likely classify my culture as Latino/Hispanic. For starters, I was born in a lovely place called Chihuahua, Mexico. This place is the reason I consider myself a Latino. Why is this my culture you ask? My whole daily lifestyle revolves around this Hispanic heritage.