I talked to a lovely, passionate, and open indigenous woman the other day for whom the most interesting (to me), but perhaps tragic reality , was her struggle to connect her two worlds as a result of the residential school and separation of her from her family.
- The life she lived: the western family that took her in and raised her most of her life
- The life she did not live / had taken away from her: the culture and history that her ancestors and genetic family had come from.
To resolve the two and to learn about her culture, was a constant work in progress. And her difficulty echoed something I struggle with. For one, she explained – her biological family stressors consisted of life and death whereas, her western family stressors consisted of members getting a cold. For this, this would be nothing to her biological family. Her world were just so out of synch. It is difficult to resolve the two.. I want to say the western family is out of touch – but perhaps given the life they had experienced, it was not.
It’s such a lonely place to be. I have seen and experienced things different than that I perceive most experience in my city, and I felt disconnected when the majority of my age groups talks about music, TV shows, and food – things I care little about. Her realities were even further apart, and I can’t even begin to understand how she managed to cope and/or heal.