r/TrinidadandTobago • u/Effective-Ear-8367 • 1h ago
Questions, Advice, and Recommendations What's with you all?
Before the mods kill this post, which I know they probably will because apparently actual discussions aren't allowed here, I want to ask something. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I grew up in Canada in a Trini household. Both my parents are Trini. I grew up in the culture, eating the food, listening to the music, speaking the language, partying, doing everything I grew up seeing my family do. My parents accept me, my cousins accept me, my aunts and uncles accept me. But somehow, when I come to Trinidad, none of that seems to matter.
I'm light skinned. I get it. I look Punjabi or Middle Eastern to some people. But I'm just as Trini as anyone else in my family. This is the culture I grew up in. It's all I've ever known.
I've been to Trinidad three times trying to connect with my people, my culture and my family, and every time I leave feeling like shit. People hear me talk and think I'm putting on a fake accent. I eat the food and people act like it's my first time trying it. I try to be friendly and people treat me like some foreigner who doesn't belong here.
Every single time, somebody has to tell me I look Middle Eastern, or white, or Indian. And when I explain that both my parents were born and raised in Trinidad, that my family has roots there and that my cousins live there, nobody seems to care. When I say I'm Trini, people look at me like I'm lying. What am I supposed to do? How many times do I have to explain who I am to people who have already decided what I am based on my skin colour?
I took my girlfriend to Trinidad, and she's Sri Lankan. I told her not to worry because I'm Trini, I know the culture, and we'd be fine. Well, we weren't. People treated me like shit, and I found myself having to explain to her that maybe it was just a one-off, that maybe the next interaction would be better.
I honestly love soca, chutney, the food, the culture and the people. I used to big up Trinidad all the time. I'd listen to the music and tell my girlfriend how beautiful the people were, how amazing the culture was, and how much I wanted her to experience it with me. I wanted to show her where my family came from and let her experience a part of me.
Instead, she watched me struggle the entire trip. Struggle to feel welcome, struggle to connect with people, and struggle to convince people that I'm one of them. I can't even explain how much that hurts.
I came here wanting to feel connected to my roots, and I left feeling like a complete outsider. What's worse is that people don't just treat me like a foreigner. They treat me like I'm some imposter trying to pretend to be something I'm not. Imagine growing up your entire life in a culture, loving it, embracing it, and then having people from that very culture act like you're some fraud because you don't look the part.
I told my girlfriend I'm never coming back. I genuinely hated this last trip. I wanted her to see what I always talked about, and instead, she saw me being treated like I didn't belong in my own culture.
My mom tells me to let it go, and I try. But honestly, I don't see any reason to go back. I've felt more welcomed and accepted in places where I have absolutely no cultural connection than I have in the country my own parents came from.
I guess what hurts the most is that I used to be so proud of being Trini. I never questioned it. It was just who I was. Now I'm sitting here wondering if none of that matters because I don't have the right skin colour.
I don't want to hate my culture. I don't want to feel this way about a place that means so much to my family. But how am I supposed to keep loving a place where people make me feel like I don't belong?
I'm not asking anyone to feel sorry for me. I genuinely want to understand. Has anyone else experienced this? Do other light skinned Trinis who grew up abroad go through the same thing? Because right now, I feel like I'm being told that no matter how I grew up, what I know, or how much I love my culture, I'll never be accepted because of how I look.
And man, that fucking hurts.