I am a freshman in college and a first-generation Indian girl. My parents joke about what would happen if I date, but it's never a serious conversation. Dating's not too acceptable in our family. Dating out of community is worse. I know that if I were dating, and if I were to tell them, I would crush them and ruin my relationship with my parents. I would never want to do that!
It's been a non-issue all through high school--I was the freak with a disability all through high school and was never that "special person" in anyone's eyes. My wheelchair got in the way for most people, and I wasn't invited to prom, homecoming, etc. And, it didn't matter. I focused on my schoolwork and figured that I would find my niche in other ways.
Last week, I got an email from someone in my college (the invitation was anonymous) inviting me to join a dating website. I don't know who invited me, and I am not sure what to do. A part of me really wants to join--wants to find what mystery person who wants to look past the wheelchair to ask me out. Another part of me remembers her background, remembers her parents and her family--a family that would disapprove of me were I do join the site, accept the invite and go out with this mystery person. I think this is what a culture clash is, and I don't know what to do! I also feel bad for having this curiosity, for wanting to meet this mystery person who sought me out. I hope it doesn't in some way make me perverse.
It's been a non-issue all through high school--I was the freak with a disability all through high school and was never that "special person" in anyone's eyes. My wheelchair got in the way for most people, and I wasn't invited to prom, homecoming, etc. And, it didn't matter. I focused on my schoolwork and figured that I would find my niche in other ways.
Last week, I got an email from someone in my college (the invitation was anonymous) inviting me to join a dating website. I don't know who invited me, and I am not sure what to do. A part of me really wants to join--wants to find what mystery person who wants to look past the wheelchair to ask me out. Another part of me remembers her background, remembers her parents and her family--a family that would disapprove of me were I do join the site, accept the invite and go out with this mystery person. I think this is what a culture clash is, and I don't know what to do! I also feel bad for having this curiosity, for wanting to meet this mystery person who sought me out. I hope it doesn't in some way make me perverse.
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