I can’t believe it, or is it surprising to know that I’m one if not only Black/African American women that wants end her life. I searched every post for the words black and african and no one has declared to represent themselves as such. If there is any poc out there.. How do you get thru everyday? knowing most people think you are ugly? I’m losing the will to want to breathe.
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Tu es belle.
You Must Choose To Be Happy
Being a white male myself, I suspect that I know virtually nothing of the experience of an African-American female — I would have to have lived it in order to have the merest clue. And of course there are as many different experiences as there are individual African-American females.
But from what little I’ve read, and heard in extended radio interviews with African-Americans, I get the following impression (which may or may not be accurate): In some particularly economically disadvantaged African-American communities, there is greater danger in publicly admitting vulnerability than there is in many affluent white communities. People fear that if they publicly reveal any kind of weakness, some opportunist may try to exploit it and take advantage of them (a reasonable enough concern in those neighborhoods where there’s violence resulting from poverty).
Again, I don’t know whether my impression is accurate. And I certainly don’t know whether it’s at all consistent with your experience. But if you think there’s any truth to it, then it might explain why other African-American females are hesitant to speak up.
Or perhaps some African-American women are self-conscious about “looking bad” in front of white people. They might think, “Why give white people even more reason to look down on me?” (or “on us”). They might keep silent, or they might simply not mention the fact that they’re African-American.
I don’t know if any of this is true, I’m just speculating.
If I don’t know what it is to be black and a woman in America, I do know something about internalizing other people’s disdain for me. I do know what it means to think that others are right to look down on me, that I am inferior and sub-normal and not good enough and disgusting and inexcusable. I don’t know if that’s how you feel, but it’s been present in my mind to some degree every day of my life since first or second grade. It’s central to my identity. When one sees oneself as an intolerable disgrace, it’s tempting to stop tolerating oneself once and for all.
Losing the will to breathe — I know just what you mean.
But maybe others are wrong to look down on us. No, I’ll go further than that. I KNOW that people are wrong if they look down on you for being black. I’ve believed that firmly since I was about ten or eleven years old (I was an early convert). Nobody is going to tell me otherwise.
If they’re wrong to look down on you, maybe they’re wrong to look down on me, too.
If they really do look down on us. That’s the other thing — once somebody else’s disgust for us gets inside our own head, we start to assume automatically that everybody looks down on us. But do we really know that? Can we read their minds? I know that may be hard to believe if you face frequent discrimination. But is it possible that only a few of the non-black people you encounter actually look upon you with dislike just because you’re black?
But whether it’s just a few or whether it’s nearly everybody, they’re just wrong. I’m convinced of that.
Let’s please both try to hang on, by our fingernails if we have to.
People in a state of depression sometimes feel the need to be anonymous or feel their personal life is of no consequence to anyone else, therefore they do not give much information.
I take from this, that you feel your color and race is part of your issue. I think you should know that i have african female friends and i think they are gorgeous, i’m pale and blonde and i hate it, i wish i had a bit of color.
I think its just the fact you feel down/depressed, and maybe you werent too confident with your looks before, so now you think they are the reason for your feelings.
I appreciate the responses from Faerie and Dagwood Agonistes, but I’m looking for assistance from someone who has some understanding.
My real frustration is rooted in a unique upbringing that I believe has hindered me in the opportunity to love and be loved romantically. I grew up in a middle upper class neighborhood and attended mostly private and catholic schools most of my life. I live in California in the Bay Area one of the most tolerant and multi-cultural and multi-lingual areas in the United States quite possibly the world. I’ve lived abroad for a year in Japan and in France for a few months and traveled to Portugal, Thailand, Morocco, South Africa, and a few other places. My upbringing is not typical. This is a turn off to many black men because I’m over educated, too worldly, and speak proper English. I’ve never been pregnant. My parents are still married retired professionals (both black) who do the crossword puzzle together almost every day. I will not move out of the Bay Area because I’ve traveled to other places in the U.S. and nothing else compares in my opinion. So now at 37 years old my sense of hope is now empty so the reason to die is now to give people my heart, or eyes, or liver etc.
I see no more use for me living.
I’ve found some online forums and groups where African-American women are discussing depression:
YAHOO GROUPS
Black Women and Depression (has over 300 members)
http://health.groups.yahoo.com/group/black_women_depression/
Weeping Willows
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Weeping-Willows/
Sista’s Supporting Sista’s
http://health.groups.yahoo.com/group/Sistas_Supporting_Sistas/
Mahogany Blessings
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/mahoganyblessings/
OTHER WEB FORUMS
Discussion thread: “Black women and depression”
http://quirkyblackgirls.ning.com/forum/topics/black-women-and-depression
Forum: Out of Hiding – Together We Stand. “A group created for Black women who suffer from depression and self-harm”
http://outofhiding.ning.com/
Please note: those four Yahoo groups I just posted are all SPECIFICALLY FOCUSED on African-American women and depression (or depression + related disorders).
Thanks for the links Dagwood Agonistes.
I really appreciate your effort to help. One post I found that was helpful was this.
1. No one can ruin your day without YOUR permission.
2. Most people will be about as happy, as they decide to be.
3. Others can stop you temporarily, but only you can do it permanently.
4. Whatever you are willing to put up with is exactly what you will have.
5. Success stops when you do.
6. When your ship comes in, make sure you are willing to unload it.
7. You will never “have it all together.”
8. Life is a journey, not a destination. Enjoy the trip!
9. The biggest lie on the planet: “When I get what I want, I will be happy.”
10. The best way to escape your problem is to solve it.
11. I’ve learned that ultimately, ‘takers’ lose and ‘givers’ win.
12. Life’s precious moments have added value when they are shared.
13. If you don’t start, it’s certain you won’t arrive.
14. We often fear the thing we want the most.
15. He or she who laughs, lasts.
16. Yesterday was the deadline for all complaints.
17. Look for opportunities, not guarantees.
18. Life is what’s coming, not what was.
19. Success is getting up one more time.
20. Now is the most interesting time of all.
21. When things go wrong, don’t go with the flow.
I hope this list helps someone.
i am not black or afrcan american. i am no white. i am pale. this is not the 50’s anymore! the color of ur skin no longer matters! i want to die. it is not because of my skin. it is because people can not trust me. they hate me. and it is all for who i am! i used to stand u for what i believed in. i just dont know anymore. but skin does not matter
people think i am ugly. all that counts is on the inside. i will tell i am not the thinnest person. so because of that people do not like it. i used to make it up with my peronaltly
Redup you can call color or the amount of melanin in your skin. Whatever dude! My birth certificate says my parents are Negros, in the 70s the term was afro-american, black is very common and the perspective is generational. Kids born in the 80s are more accustomed to African-American. Yet, that isn’t accurate either.