That’s what I was thinking as I stood outside the therapist’s office at the student health center in college. I was having an internal battle with myself. If I walked in the door then I would be admitting that something was wrong. If I turned and left my mother would kill me. Come to think of it, my mother is in New York City and I’m in Connecticut. By the time she realized I never went to the session I could be halfway to Canada.
No, that won’t work.
She probably had someone waiting outside the College gate just in case I made a run for it. I took a deep breath and prepared to go in. I almost turned the knob when I realized that my hands were shaking. I didn’t realize how scared I was until this very moment. I walked in anyway. I spent that entire first session sitting across the therapist in silence (yes she had a couch and no she didn’t ask me to lay down on it). It took 5 sessions in order to become comfortable enough to talk about what was bothering me.
The best thing that happened to me was going to therapy but at the time I was embarrassed to tell anyone. Even years later, I feel strange whenever the subject of therapy comes up. This is because growing up in a Dominican household I was told therapy was for crazy people or for white people on TV. It was that stigma that prevented me from getting the help I needed and it’s that same stigma that prevents many minority women from getting the help they need as well. The National Alliance of Mental Illness states that Latina’s are more likely to experience depression than Caucasian or African American women and the Centers for Disease Control reports that Latina teenagers in the United States are the group most likely to seriously consider suicide, which is associated with depression.[1]
Yet Latinas are the least likely group to go get help. Out of all ethnic groups Latina’s are the least likely to be covered by health insurance followed by African American women[2]. However, even if healthcare was readily available very few would seek out help due to the lack of culturally appropriate and accessible services.
A couple of months back I suggested to a friend that she should seek out a therapist as a means of working through some personal insecurities. A few weeks later she let me know that she stopped seeing the therapist because she didn’t feel understood and the cultural difference between them played a big part. My friend, a Latina, couldn’t relate to the methods her therapist, who was white, was using. I often wonder how many minorities go into the mental health field as psychiatrists and therapists. I know many Latino and African American social workers who help others find help within the system but not many who are providing counseling through therapy.
The point of this is that as minorities we should be able to fight stigma and use the resources available to us in order to become better versions of ourselves. It’s not just Latina women but also African American women who don’t deal with emotional problems in a productive manner. Another friend[3] of mine once told me that she was always told that people should work through their own issues. I’m a big believer that each person should try what works for them and that we shouldn’t be scared of what other people may think. Easier said than done right? At least you’ll know that there’s one person that won’t judge you (points finger at self).
If you’d like more information on mental health visit : Nami.Org or if you’re looking for a therapist with a minority background check out Psychology Today for one near you.
[1] This is from a fact sheet on Latinos and Depression from Nami.org
[2] This article was written in 2001 but not much has changed since then
[3] I’m obsessed with her blog. She’s an amazing writer.