My uncle put his hand on my brother nappy hair and said “ he is possessed by something evil”
My eyes quickly lifted up and looked at him for three seconds, then ran my eyes to my mother. Only to see her nod as she said, “I took him to many different churches, but no results I just d…”
“He went to the doctor the other day and they believe he has some kind of mental illness. Remember?” I interpreted my mother.
They both looked at me expressionless, than a smile drew on their face and my uncle said laughing, “the way these kids who are raised here think is interesting.”
My mom who has let her traditional way of thinking erase what the the doctor taught her about how the mind function could only think which church could help him.
My mom looked …show more content…
Majority of Ethiopians have big stigma around mental illness.They looks at you as if your demon, as if you are possessed. They look at my brother and tell their kids to come near them not to go near him. Because there are so many Ethiopians where i live and my family mostly hangs out with other Ethiopians, I have taken the job as a protector for my brother. I cut them off right before their say their greetings. when they look at my brother and are about to make a comment I try to ask them questions to change their minds.I actually try my best to turn every conversation i have into a mental illness awareness.Without knowing it I have become an advocate for my brother and other with mental illness . As his advocate, I make sure my brother is not looked down upon or seen as the scary person. My conscientious involvement with my brother has made me want to help those with mental illness.My career and life goal has been determine by my consent witnesses of how Ethiopian use their stigma and religion to label those mental illness. The suffering my brother and other Ethiopian have to go as their told every day they have evilness in them.For me to help them I need and want to be a psychiatrist.
In order for me to become a psychiatrist I have decided to go to community
My eyes quickly lifted up and looked at him for three seconds, then ran my eyes to my mother. Only to see her nod as she said, “I took him to many different churches, but no results I just d…”
“He went to the doctor the other day and they believe he has some kind of mental illness. Remember?” I interpreted my mother.
They both looked at me expressionless, than a smile drew on their face and my uncle said laughing, “the way these kids who are raised here think is interesting.”
My mom who has let her traditional way of thinking erase what the the doctor taught her about how the mind function could only think which church could help him.
My mom looked …show more content…
Majority of Ethiopians have big stigma around mental illness.They looks at you as if your demon, as if you are possessed. They look at my brother and tell their kids to come near them not to go near him. Because there are so many Ethiopians where i live and my family mostly hangs out with other Ethiopians, I have taken the job as a protector for my brother. I cut them off right before their say their greetings. when they look at my brother and are about to make a comment I try to ask them questions to change their minds.I actually try my best to turn every conversation i have into a mental illness awareness.Without knowing it I have become an advocate for my brother and other with mental illness . As his advocate, I make sure my brother is not looked down upon or seen as the scary person. My conscientious involvement with my brother has made me want to help those with mental illness.My career and life goal has been determine by my consent witnesses of how Ethiopian use their stigma and religion to label those mental illness. The suffering my brother and other Ethiopian have to go as their told every day they have evilness in them.For me to help them I need and want to be a psychiatrist.
In order for me to become a psychiatrist I have decided to go to community