Slammed into Reverse Culture Shock

I am not exactly sure when I became aware of my skin colour, my identity, my accent, my Father’s unique job or even my birth country and how obviously out of place it all was to my surroundings. One move seemed to blend into another. The only thing I seemed to know, was how to navigate new schools, and airports.

I was sitting in my new classroom, we had just moved back to Canada from the Philippines, I unable to comprehend what was going on around me, it all seemed foreign. Our teacher, a New Zealander who was doing a teacher exchange for a year, had asked us all to tell the class what we had done over the summer. Everyone talked about their camping trips, their cottages, and road trips. One girl decided to tell everyone about her trip to the Edmonton Mall, which I remembered vividly, and was slightly jealous of hanging out in a mall. It was my turn, and I began to tell everyone my trip to Banaue the Rice Terraces before moving back to Canada. My teacher cut me off, and said “That is enough”.

I went quiet, the class fell to a dead silence. The teacher gruffly told me it was inappropriate to upstage my classmates. At that moment, I wanted to cry.

I kept it together, and stopped talking. I felt small, and felt more like an outsider than I had ever felt. At that moment, I had never felt reverse culture shock hit me harder.

For a month, I refused to look at the teacher. I had stopped sleeping again, my insomnia became intense. Parent teacher night arrived, and my Mother went off to meet my teachers. She came home and told a story about me upstaging my classmates about what we had done over the summer, the exact moment that I had been silenced for telling my story, but the version had been drastically altered. My Mother looked at me crossly, and said that I had apparently cut off the classmate and grandstanded in class. I was completely heartbroken. My Mother wasn’t in any mood to listen to my side of the story, as usual, she believed the teacher before even asking me what happened. My Mother repeatedly told me that discussing what we have done as diplomats is completely inappropriate to discuss outside of the house. So basically, my life, my history, the friends I had made, were not to be discussed outside of the house.

Instead of arguing, I walked away from my Mother and went to my room.  It was the first time I was completely aware that my life, my travels, my experiences, were not to be shared, not to be discussed. I had to become Canadian, and thats that, being diplomatic, being international, being a third culture kid was no longer a choice outside of the house.

Years after this experience, my Mother still claims I grandstanded, I never did, I simply answered a question. What I learned when I began working at Foreign Affairs, was just how much the outside world thinks of the diplomatic life, is one of privilege. That teacher, thought of me as wealthy, and privileged, and had thought of the feelings of the other kids, that maybe they didn’t have the money to travel, and my story was grandstanding. He never thought about my feelings or how hard it was to move back to a country I didn’t know, or that my experience in Banaue was life altering and profound, he hadn’t thought that maybe, me telling the class about my life abroad could help educate my classmates as to just how different my life was, and that it was o.k it was different. Instead, I was silenced by both my Mother and teacher, leaving me with a sense of embarrassment of  a life, I didn’t even choose, nor did I think of it as a privilege considering all the dangers I had faced. From that moment in 8th grade, I learned to never discuss my past, and I was forever silenced into embarrassment that my life of travel was not something to discuss, share, or be proud of. That is, until I started this blog!

The moral of the story, never feel embarrassed or silenced about your life, it is your life, and everyone has a story it is what makes us individuals and unique in every way!

Dip Kid




Hi Everyone,

Currently under a pile of papers writing and reading away! I haven’t been blogging, but have been keeping up on Social Media.

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