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Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure that you are not, in fact, just surrounded by assholes.

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I’ve noticed that Desi cultures do not promote open communication as a means to solve familial or relationship problems. Instead there’s an endemic need to keep things hushed if issues arise (as if words will make problems more real than they already are). Wives don’t talk to their husbands, husbands don’t talk to their wives, children don’t talk to their parents, nor do parents talk to their children. Everything is just supposed to be “figured out” silently, things are just supposed to “get better” without much acknowledgment. Wives in the neighborhood may confide in each other, husbands in the neighborhood may confide in each other, but rarely will both sit together in the same intimate space and express their thoughts, opinions, and rationale in order to come to a solution. Should this actually occur, the strangeness of the open communication may instead produce a backlash.

This especially affects us youth who are growing up in a world that is increasingly shifting away from the world our parents were born in. “Will they even understand?” is a fundamental question we ask when we think about approaching our parents about issues pertinent to our lives. Problems that Desi youth acknowledge now weren’t always acknowledged “back in the day,” so how is one to communicate with elders who have little concept of the struggles we face only because they were taught never to talk about it? And if we’re taught to be silent, how do we stop ourselves from perpetuating the tortuous cycle? One can only imagine how unbelievably saddening and suffocating this is.