Where Do I Come From, And Does It Really Matter?

We all come to our new country with some kind of luggage. Sometimes we bring with us some heavily charged suitcases, sometimes just a few books and a backpack. Even if we like to travel light, we still carry some pieces of our reality, the cultural, social and political realities of our country of origin, with us to all the places we go. How is this baggage influencing the way we feel and the way others perceive us in the country in which we have stopped? Does it really matter where we come from?

When I was younger, I preferred to think that people were able to accept me and see me for who I was. I lost my original accent in two languages, I made friends everywhere I went, I married a Frenchman, and settled in a fourth country. I thought about myself not as a 카지노 게임 컬렉션�Russian카지노 게임 컬렉션�, but as a citizen of the world.

Then, one day I heard (maybe I was ready to hear it at that point) from a friend: 카지노 게임 컬렉션�Oh the Russian came, open another bottle!카지노 게임 컬렉션� I drink socially and occasionally with pleasure, but the drinking does not define me as a person. Obviously, for this guy I was Russian, so I had to drink. When I initially came to France, people kept making jokes, wondering whether I would break my glass against the wall, once it was empty. They found it funny. So did I카지노 게임 컬렉션� for the first ten times. On the eleventh, I was tempted to throw the glass indeed and make them happy.

So, it was easier to lose my accent, to fade, to dissolve in the background: I learnt how to love Camembert and raw meat; I was able to discuss French politics and the Burgundy wines. Am I less Russian altogether? No, I am not.

The Label Is Complex to Shake

Stereotypes, they are not easy to live with. Nobody likes wearing a label and 카지노 게임 컬렉션�Russian카지노 게임 컬렉션� or 카지노 게임 컬렉션�American카지노 게임 컬렉션� or 카지노 게임 컬렉션�Iraqi카지노 게임 컬렉션� or 카지노 게임 컬렉션�Estonian카지노 게임 컬렉션� are labels which describe us in some ways as well. Not entirely, because our personalities are richer than that, but they do describe accurately enough some parts of us. Brits are funny, French love food, Italians are great lovers. We all just know it, don카지노 게임 컬렉션�t we?

Some labels are though easier to live with than others. Being Russian in post-wall Europe, I set off with a complex baggage. In the 90s in Paris, to be Russian was 카지노 게임 컬렉션�in카지노 게임 컬렉션�, people were curious about my post-soviet experience, they kept asking me questions, and they wanted me to tell them my story. Sometimes they were not ready to hear the whole thing, they were easily shocked, but they were listening. It was important for me to be able to tell them, to let them know how different my world was from their own.

Some years later I travelled to Italy a lot, and my experience was very different there. The suburban trains in Naples were full with young blond girls in miniskirts and heavy makeup. They were mostly from Ukraine and working hard in cheap strip clubs and restaurants, hoping for a better future. I was not blond and neither wore a miniskirt, but I was Russian, so we were in the same category. If you buy a bag of frozen green peas, it is clearly written on it, even if inside it contains carrots. You presume that there is some kind of congruence, so 카지노 게임 컬렉션�green peas카지노 게임 컬렉션� outside = little green balls inside. Outside I was Russian; inside I felt like a complex person with a deep understanding of Italian culture. But who cared? For them I was a green pea.

Coping, Adapting, Changing 카지노 게임 컬렉션� On the Outside

How do we feel when people make us wear a label? Eventually we feel hurt, diminished, not understood, ashamed. And these emotions usually meet some hooks in our past emotional experience, so our present experience becomes even more painful.

How do we behave when we feel that way?

We become easily defensive, we blame, we retreat카지노 게임 컬렉션� or we mimic. Sometimes it seems easier: we adapt, we change color. So, the green peas become red, but they usually still taste the same.

And when we behave this way, we lose some spontaneity, or some of our inner emotional truth. Sometimes we also break glasses and fit to the character others are expecting us to fit in. I met a lot of perfectly lovable Italians, explicitly epicurean French and very funny Brits. Maybe there were truly themselves but I suspect that partly they also adapted to this expectations which the environment was offering them as a perfect cover, an invitation to fit in. Sometimes the roles already are given (and taken), and the show must go on카지노 게임 컬렉션� even if the character we are playing happens to be not the most comfortable and appealing to be in.

What is your experience of belonging to your culture in the country of your choice? What is your favorite adaptive strategy?
Every time I work in therapy with a fellow expat, all this questions become a valuable material for exploration. Our personal history unfolds within the new field, to which we more or less successfully integrate our previous experience.

How much the environment is able to embrace our past does influence the kind of integration we will achieve.

The more we struggle with the preconceived ideas we bump into when arriving to a new country, the more we face our own emotional reality. Meeting the difference in others helps us to better define the shape of our own world.

Did anything similar happen to you as well? How much do you think the stereotypes about your culture of origin in your new country might have influenced your choices and the way you usually feel and behave?