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allholyshitthings · 1 year

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𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚖𝚊𝚗? 😉☃️ ❊ 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 - 𝚔𝚎𝚢𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙰𝙻𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚃 - 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖. 🏜️🏝️ 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝟼 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛. ❊ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎! ❄️ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜, 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝙸 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜— 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 🌿🌱𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎. 😊✨ ❊ 𝙿.𝚂. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚍-𝚘𝚏-𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜. 𝚂𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎! 💁🏻‍♀️ 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 “𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝” 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙱𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕, 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 🌟 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚓𝚘𝚢, 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹! 💫🌸🥰♥️ . . . #winterwonderland#wintervibes #winterlandscape#snowsnowsnow#darlingescapes#stayandwander#dametraveler#travelblogger#travelblog#lifestyleblog#livethelittlethings#myeverydaymagic#liveunscripted#explorerbabes#littlestoriesofmylife#thirdculturekid#globalcitizen#winnipeg#winnipegphotographer#winnipegphotography#winnipeglife#travelmanitoba#exploremb#manitobaphotography#winnipegblogger#explorecanada#canadatravel#winnipegnow#canada🇨🇦#visualambassadors (at Winnipeg, Manitoba) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm753kntykW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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adamimitchel · 2 years

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It’s been a year since I lost my beloved uncle to the horrors of cancer. And it’s always made my birthday day, July, 3 one that changed me forever. He wanted to watch me go pursue my dream before he left. But this time, Paul gets to travel with me. 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚 . . . #fly #flyphotography #airphotography #cancer #cancerawareness #cancerfight #birthday #clouds #landscapephotography #naturephotography #travel #travelphotography #thirdculturekid #thirdculturekids (at Vancouver, British Columbia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgLp6pZO4TQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#fly #flyphotography #airphotography #cancer #cancerawareness #cancerfight #birthday #clouds #landscapephotography #naturephotography #travel #travelphotography #thirdculturekid #thirdculturekids

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dearryker-loves · 2 years

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Until We Are All Free

T.W: Child Sexual Abuse

He took my innocence,

All my hopes, my dreams, my youth.

He took my very soul.

What could have been,

I will never know.

But it wasn’t just my childhood that he stole,

It was all the other kid’s too.

Their scared faces each forever burned into my mind.

I remember what he did to them...

To me...

To us.

Even to his own kids.

I was just barely five years old

When he took interest in

The little hazel eyed blonde haired kid

In the compound next door.

I’ve noticed a phrase that people like to say

About kids who go through shit...

They like to say

“Kids are resilient”

But what I’ve learned is that

We are only “resilient”

Because our tiny brains cannot yet

Comprehend our own lived experiences,

Our resiliency always runs out

The moment are minds mature enough

That we finally gain access

To the words we needed to describe our pain,

And we feel safe enough to express the trauma

Our weary bodies have been bearing all this time.

You see,

We aren’t always taught this but

Our bodies hold every ounce of pain

We have ever had to endure.

That is until some of us are

Granted the privilege of acknowledging we even have trauma...

And then,

If we are lucky...

We receive the great privilege of

Actively being able to seek out and maintain

Professional outlets of healing.

But not everyone has these privileges.

Oppression is a real raging bitch and

When your suffering from within it

It’s almost impossible to escape.

You’re just forever stuck

In a system that is only aimed to keep

You from living, learning, growing, thriving,

And succeeding in this world.

So when I remember how

My innocents was taken by him,

I’m struck with immense survivors guilt

Because even though

No one knew about what was happening to me

For four and a half years...

I eventually got out.

I got out.

I was the only privileged one to escape

The system of oppression that

I only knew and could relate to from a

Tiny white missionary kid’s view point.

Now when I close my eyes

I see a surge of little Black and Brown faces.

So beautiful in nature

Yet,

So hopeless, beaten and battered.

Some of these kids

Were my friends.

Everyday,

We would play together

Outside the compound

After school

Until the sun was just about to go down.

Their faces edged into my memory.

I remember the fun we had and the smiles we shared.

I remember the sounds of our collective laughter

And the joy we found in each other.

But

I also remember seeing and recognizing

The joint fear on our faces

As He led us into his compound,

Then into his house ,

And then his bedroom.

I remember their desperate cries.

Cries

That no one heard.

I remember the

Deep bruises, cuts, and sores on the bodies of the children

That left that dreaded room.

Kids with excruciating wounds

Sometimes invisible

Unless you’re trained to see the clues.

The haunting red flags.

Yet I was the one

That got out.

While they all stayed

And their painful stories continued.

I think a lot

About what if I could go back and change things...

If I could have spoken up and reached out for help.

If I could have only just told my parents.

I know without a doubt

That my parents would have gotten me out of

That situation

So fucking fast.

They would have raged and aggressively advocated for me

And would have seen to it that He be dealt with.

I would have gotten help sooner.

But then I think to myself about

Who would have advocated for

All those other kids in the village..

In the surrounding villages...

In the town..

In the country...

All over the continent...

All over this world...

Who have a

“Him”

Who has stolen their autonomy

And shattered their story.

Who would have gotten them

All the help they so desperately needed

In order to heal their

Hearts, minds, bodies and souls??

Who would grant them that privilege?

The only way I would change anything about

Those dark years...

Is to somehow fiercely eradicate the systems of oppression

That enable evil men to gain the power

They use to suppress the rest of us.

To eradicate the patriarchy that

Encourages men to think they

Can get away with mortally wounding

Women, Transgender, Nonbinary people, Other LGBTQ people,

And children.

To eradicate white supremacy and the effects of colonialism

That have plagued and devastated

The lives of People of Color

Since the beginning of time.

To eradicate the systems of power

That side with, shelter and protect

The abuser and

Not the victim and survivor.

To eradicate and remove the barriers

That keep God’s children

From succeeding and thriving

In this world they placed them in.

Those kids deserve to get out

Just like I did.

Those kids deserved a story that didn’t

Involve an evil man obsessed with

The power granted to him by

His ability to silence those around him

And strike fear into the hearts of the community.

A community that frightfully elevated his stance

Based on his

Financial status , level of education and

His arrogant persona.

Those kids deserve a better story than they one

They unfortunately were placed into.

So even though I was privileged to escaped,

And receive professional help

That is allowing parts of me to heal...

Resiliency comes with a heavy cost.

I will never be truly free

Until the day that

All the people with stories like us

Are finally set free.

#UntilWeAreAllSetFree #childsexualabusesurvivor #sexualassault #systemsofoppression #bodily autonomy #prochoice #abortions are healthcare #hopeandhealing #privilege #white privelage #christian privilege #missionarykid #thirdculturekid

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gigibrumit · 4 years

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She's watered the earth

Like a garden

With pieces of her heart.

Her tears, her love, her pain, her joy

Seep into the earth, the ground.

Scattered from east to west,

Here and there.

She's been everywhere so fully,

She's not fully here.

@GigiBrumit

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downtowncraft · 4 years

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Happy National Donut Day!⠀ ⠀ With my move to Aurora, I’ve been trying to explore some of the new places that have popped up around town since I left. One of those places on my list for awhile was @thirdculturebakery on Colfax. ⠀ ⠀ Third Culture Bakery offers mochi donuts and muffins and it’s pretty damn unique & amazing not only for the food but for their values and business mindset. ⠀ ⠀ These fluffy and light donuts combine with a rich topping to create a positive confusion in your brain. “Is this a light dessert? But it’s so DECADENT!” ⠀ ⠀ I honestly loved them and I’m not always the biggest mochi fan. Maybe it was because I got the Thai Tea and Vietnamese Coffee Flavors. Those really are two of my favorites!⠀ ⠀ Their positive messaging is also an amazing thing to see as they are proud to honor pride month and support their local communities during these times when it’s needed most!⠀ ⠀ Check them out and grab some of the goods to share with friends and bring the love of mochi donuts to all!⠀ ⠀ 🍩 🍻 🍩 ⠀ ⠀ #ThirdCultureBakery #ThirdCultureKid #mochi #mochidonuts #auroracolorado #nationaldonutday #nationaldoughnutday (at Third Culture Bakery) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBEdpt6lBWn/?igshid=1u6sff2kfp5x2

#thirdculturebakery #thirdculturekid #mochi #mochidonuts #auroracolorado #nationaldonutday #nationaldoughnutday

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chiquitck · 5 years

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(Un)Happy Place

I sometimes wonder just how different my life would be if I lived somewhere else than I do at the moment. I sometimes wonder in what ways I would have evolved differently as a person if I had lived elsewhere than the places I did. I sometimes wonder if I would be happier if I moved - sometimes I specifically wonder if I’d be happier if only I could move to California, or to Berlin, or to Singapore.

Maybe “wondering” isn’t the right word. Neither is “if”, I don’t think.

After many years of struggling with my life and learning how to live in my own shoes, I’ve grown acutely aware of the ways in which my upbringing has affected me. I’ve experienced exhilarating happiness - contentness, connection - and I’ve experienced tremendous sadness - pain, loneliness.

I know that this has shaped me into the person I, today, confidently call “myself” and “Laura”.

And yet, I’m caught up on the fact that she isn’t someone who’d exist the way in which she does if she’d gotten to be happy in her life.

Would I have been happier if we’d gotten to stay in California, where I’d established myself and spent many happy years? Likely.

Would I have been happier if we’d moved to Singapore, the country of my dreams, and I’d attended international school there instead of having to move to Germany and attend German public school? Likely.

Would I have been happier if we’d moved to Berlin, the capital of Germany and a grand, diverse city, and I’d gotten to attend American school with my friends there? Likely.

Would I still be happier right now, in this moment, and in my future high school year(s) to come, if any of these moves I’ve so yearned for became a reality? Likely.

But alas, maybe “would” is not the right word. It isn’t so. I am who I am today because my life up until now has been what it has been. In the end, realistically, I’d like to make the best out of myself and out of my life as it is now.

I’ve always been a bit of a dreamer, with my head in the clouds.

So why can’t my dreams manifest themselves on Earth for me? Why can’t I take my life into my own hands, and create something that gives me purpose and a smile on my face?

What bothers me is that these choices aren’t mine to make, never have been. Not at this point in my life, where I am dependent off of my parents’ will, my parents’ jobs, and the opportunities we have.

Just like everyone else, I have to deal with what life throws at me, I have to go with the flow. And in my case, that means my life being ripped away from me along with the many lives that I could have lived or could be living, and being physically, geographically stuck where I am at the current moment.

There are many reasons for my relative unhappiness here, I don’t want to get into the details. It has gotten better from the absolute worst, that’s why I say relative. Still, it’s enough to know that even though I try to make the best out of my life here, it’s nowhere near what I could be experiencing.

It might be a stroke of bad luck that things didn’t work out here these past... almost four years (crazy, come to think of all that time), and it might partly be due to reverse culture shock and difficulty with re-entry into one of my passport countries, and it might at this point even be because of the hate and reluctance I’ve fostered to commit to a place that has made me so unhappy, and it’s most likely an amalgamation of all of these things, but:

I’m not happy here. I feel like I’ve wasted away four, soon-to-be five years of my youth, years I’m never going to get back. (I think that’s a common phenenomen in kids and teens with mental illness, as well.)

While I know I could’ve been happy, could be happy right now, have been happy, elsewhere.

The happier I am on my trips, the sadder the return “home”.

Why is it that I’ve had to lose so many friends, and always have to try to make new ones? Why is it that I don’t have a friend group that includes me in their life like everyone else does? Why is it that I have to text and skype all of my friends, day-in, day-out, instead of getting to spend time face-to-face, out and about? Why is it that I never have anyone to hang out with or party with when I’m in the mood to enjoy my youth to its fullest? Why is it that I get to meet this wonderful gay! girl in California, and this sweet fun guy in Berlin, but can‘t keep dating them because of distance? Why is it that I have to keep switching tongues, and still get looked at strangely for mixing them up? Why is it that I have to explain myself when I’m just being myself, why is it that it’s suddenly okay to ask me “what I am”? Why is it that wherever I go, I have to choose between my friends and my homes, and will always end up unintentionally neglecting and missing all but one of them? Why is it that this heartache only increases the richer my life becomes, the more people and places grow close to my heart? Why is it that I have to watch everyone else, my friends in other places, and my friends or people here, living their life, while I’m missing out on being a part of it - missing out on living my own life?

It’s not fair. I’m jealous. And, I’m terribly heartbroken over the reality of my own life.

(I’m sorry that this post doesn’t end on a positive note. I just don’t feel that forcing myself to do so would reflect my true emotions, and I feel that those deserve to be expressed before a positive thought process is pushed upon them. I promise to try to do so in due time, and I do not negate its existence, but - grief comes first. All that is felt and thought is unconditionally valid, in my humble opinion. Have a nice day!)

#tck #thirdculturekid #thirdculturekids #cck #crossculturalkid #crossculturalkids #expat #expatriate #expatlife #world #travel #loss #life #home #internationalcitizen #globalnomad #international #whatifs

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tinyeyescomics · 5 years

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It takes me a while to fully accept who I am culturally. This was especially difficult when I was at a younger age. In a foreign environment, I wanted to be like the others, to fit in, to be more American and less Chinese. I still remember the day I tricked someone into believing that I’m from the United States with my perfect American accent. I was really proud as if I’ve achieved a great transformation. Although the next second when my friends started to talk about their childhood memories, I was lost again.

I thought the UK was going to be more or less like the US, since they both speak English. Of course, they turned out to be very different and I was very ignorant. I realised that I need to throw away all that I’ve acquired from the U.S. culturally in order to reconstruct my identity all over again: convert to the British accent, eat Sunday roast, watch BBC, drink alcohol till I couldn’t remember anything the next day. The assimilation process was violent. I started to feel like a container, empty by itself but can take whatever I’m asked to carry, yet deep down I was never in peace with myself. This feeling intensified when my Beijing colleagues commented on my way of doing things as a little “westernised”. Suddenly I feel that I didn’t belong anywhere anymore. I was culturally confused.

I don’t know if it’s age, or the fact that I’ve talked to many people who have similar experience, but finally, I’m now comfortable with who I am. I speak with a mixture of American and English accent and I barely drink any alcohol. I carry lots of values from Chinese culture, but my time living abroad has added many layers to my identity and has stretched my heart into something larger and richer. I don’t have to be one or the other. I can be all of them combined. This is a great feeling, much greater than tricking someone into believing in something that I’m not.

#identity #culturalidentity #thirdculturekid #assimilation #selfacceptance #culturaldifference #betweenculturaes #webcomic #sliceoflife #tinyeyescomics

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allholyshitthings · 3 years

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Absolutely love your blog!

Aww, that’s so kind of you! Thank you so much 😊 Love yours too! Let me know if you’ve got an Insta and/or Pinterest account I can follow 🙌🏻

#ask response #travelblogger #travelblog #lifestyleblogger #lifestyle #lifestyle blog #allholyshitthings #wellness #wanderlust #globalcitizen #thirdculturekid #livethelittlethings #design #architecture

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death-by-collage · 5 years

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Dysphoria lately, #2. She - As if it were a person. • • • • • #collage #analogcollage #handcutcollage #analoguecollage #feminism #intersectionalfeminism #metoo #tomboy #nonbinary #theythem #thirdculturekid #trauma #womanart #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #protestart #fuckdepression #queerartist #artistsoninstagram #cutandpaste #socialwork #genderdysphoria #bodiesareweird #blackandwhite #greyscale https://www.instagram.com/p/BwpafrpBYV8/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=70s8shd0qh48

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brightstarsinthenight · 5 years

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Third Culture Kid: belonging everywhere and nowhere.

Being raised in a bunch of countries, I identified with none, but rather experienced a collision of multiple inside. Home was never a place, and answering where I was from was increasingly difficult as I found bits of my heart here and there. There was much to appreciate: I adapted an open mind from enjoying multiple cultures, I matured fast, got to taste some of the best cuisine, and developed high skills of sociability. I would like to think I am empathetic and have been able to build high communicational skills. Most of my friends are all over the world now and reflecting upon my past, things are starting to make sense on the way I am feeling today.

As much as things were beautifully enriching, there is so much unresolved grief and anger deeply rooted in my heart. It’s a weird feeling - feeling like you fit in everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Therefore, I struggle deeply with identity - the feeling of not really knowing who I am, where I belong and trying to retain all the cultural perspectives I’ve grown up in yet realising that it is a losing game because culture is dynamic, and some things have moved on and changed. I have never established who I am and therefore, feel so conflicted in myself as shown in my actions. I make friends, superficially, as I have experienced many losses of friendships and the mindset of everyone leaving resonates at the back of my mind. It was always a matter of time that things changed or a friend moved, so I became skilled at appearing warm, friendly and welcoming as a vice to hold back my true self still undefined by a term or words. It became natural and explains why today, I find it hard to be secure in relationships with people - wanting to form a deep attachment but always afraid of getting too close - thus, putting up a boundary in front of what’s present and having a fear of coming across as a snob while explaining my life.

Recently, I notice that I am always either seeking out self-imposed isolation or trying to cling hard to people that I think love me too. And by clinging on to people, it was at the hopes that maybe this time, I would open up and give pieces of my heart again. University has made me acknowledge that I have never engaged with my losses and it has resulted in a constant state of anxiety and fear. The layers of loss run deep: loss of friends, identity, comfort and stability, a safe, predictable world; I am losing the worlds I love over and over again so eventually, things get submerged only to have it unravel now, unexplained but deeply rooted. It made me realise that underneath the otherwise, seemingly perfect surface, was someone broken in a deep, dark and awful hole where the constant feeling of being different stirred confusion in my heart as to what I want, who I am, and never realised how being a TCK exacerbated my mental health problems because for the longest time, I never wanted to accept it. Everyone else thinks it’s a privilege to move around so much, and it is but many also overlook the losses and pain that’s often unspoken.

#me #thirdculturekid #pain #latenightthoughts #anxiety

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theum · 2 years

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P:"Oh so you are a misfit?"

B: " I would rather say I am an international citizen..."

This freeing conversation opened my heart in my senior year of college. I tried all my life 'Not to be a misfit' ... to be strong, to boast having superb abilities to adjust, excel in any situation and blend in. This was the first time I heard that spending formative years abroad was a 'big deal.' It brought much healing to my heart.

A few points:

1. "Formative years in a foreign land" It was like learning something so important to me had a word for it.

2. My mentor who asked me this question also told me how he was a "misfit." To hear it from someone I respected so much in so many ways, made being a "misfit" honorable. It was a matter of seconds a taboo word in my life became cool, something to be proud of.

3. I instantly opened my eyes to a global community of "misfits" and like-hearted people with similar experiences. Young and old, one nationality and another. It gave me a home not in a place but in people and I began to wonder about the great possibilities as a community.

4. Now every time I see someone with a similar background, I tell them #1. I simply echo what a enormous job they had done and I can see their face transform. I inspire to become as awesome as my mentor, that the listener is not only appreciated but my own example can make them proud.

Thank You!

#misfits #kindness #eye opening #conversation #thirdculturekid #nonprofits #personal growth #the united misfits #the united perspectives

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noevilproject · 2 years

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Eliza: Third Culture Kid, Athlete, Beach Bum - I try to say at least 3 kind things to people a day https://noevil.co/3dUFE7W

#noevilproject #stereotypes #ThirdCultureKid #Athlete #BeachBum

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faithnotbysight-blog · 6 years

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June 2018. 4 years in the Philippines. 1 year (hopefully) 'till graduation. Grace carried me here, and by grace I will carry on 🙏🇺🇸🇵🇭 -------------------------------------- #fightthegoodfight #gracealone #FilAm #thirdculturekid #Godsplan

#godsplan #fightthegoodfight #filam #thirdculturekid #gracealone

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iramojo · 6 years

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So since @harry_oram has gotten this gift already (about 3 weeks ago), i suppose I can post it on my feed now. He said he needed art on his walls in his new digs, so i thought I'd make one for this guy who inspires me to never ever forget my dreams, and that there will always be time to run after it. He's making the most of his time in London now, trying to find gigs, and building his podcast... And all I can wish for is to have that same opportunity to flourish and be a better actor/performer myself. #brothers #pinoy #halfpinoy #thirdculturekid #actor #performer #artist #followthedream #bros #london https://www.instagram.com/p/BnJjBzyHHif/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=q8t2v085x74p

#brothers #pinoy #halfpinoy #thirdculturekid #actor #performer #artist #followthedream #bros #london

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thepoetjean-makes-stuff · 3 years

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Took a quick break from packing to move house when I saw this at a Middle Eastern cafe! There Kinder surprise bars -- milk chocolate Norwegian(?) candy bars -- and they're one of the many things about what I missed living in the UAE (besides the heat and the lack or American nonsense). Ah, to be a Third Culture Kid missing your favorite 'foreign' snacks. It's a nice memory -- and I get to eat it for a long time! #thirdculturekid #snacks #kindersurprise #childhoodmemories #lifeupdate https://www.instagram.com/p/CRpOeXIDMNL/?utm_medium=tumblr

#thirdculturekid #snacks #kindersurprise #childhoodmemories #lifeupdate

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