I spent two months last summer in Iganga, Uganda working on a public health research project with a medical anthropologist. We wanted to understand how female sex workers’ experiences influenced their access to HIV care and prevention. This experience taught me invaluable lessons in cross-cultural communication, in addition to skills needed to conduct ethnographic field work.
Those two months were the first time I had spent more than a couple of weeks in a foreign country away from my family. I thought the trips to Hawaii and China to visit relatives would have prepared me for my trip to Uganda, but when we finally drove up to our home for the next two months after a hot, dusty car ride from the airport, I was ready to break down in tears.
I eventually found my footing in the following days and weeks. As the streets in Iganga Town slowly became familiar to me, I learned to barter for pineapples in the market and felt completely at ease squeezing onto the backseat of a motorcycle with two other people. The research itself was fascinating — I visited health care centers and clinics, discussed HIV prevention policy with government officials, and had the opportunity to hear the life stories of incredible women.
All the while, my inability to truly “fit in” (I am a Chinese-American) and the more negative experiences of the other students I lived with began to affect my own. The other research student, who is a few years older than me and whom I respected, started to express dissatisfaction with our research mentor, our situation, and Ugandan culture. Unwilling to disagree and cause any sort of conflict, I followed along with her negative sentiments. These seeds of negativity accumulated and soon I started to believe these sentiments myself. I found myself expressing my own discontent more and more often. It was addicting: the dust was so annoying; everyone always stared; the food was so bland. I looked forward to the first hot shower in Dubai (a layover on our way back to St. Louis) as if my life depended on it.
When I finally stepped into the steaming hotel bathroom in Dubai, I relished the hot water and incredible water pressure. But as the brownish water colored by Iganga’s infamous red dust trickled down the drain, I realized I already missed Uganda: I missed the boda-boda rides, the ridiculous unstructured research meetings that would last hours, the food, the people, and even the red dust between my toes. The thought saddened me and I was immediately swept into a wave of regret. I continued reflecting on this experience during the few weeks I spent at home – asking myself what I could have done better and imagining how the two months would have gone if I had just spoken up.
Before I knew it, it was time to head to China for a semester abroad in Kunming. I was excited, but also scared that I would end up making the same mistakes and come home clouded by regret. I would again be forced to face my classmates’ and my own negative sentiments, and I was afraid I would handle it poorly.
Long story short, I learned from my mistakes in Uganda, but I also learned to show myself some self-compassion. Even though I did allow my negativity to affect me towards the end of my time in Uganda, I learned and accomplished a lot in my two months there. Among other things, I played a significant role in the research team and developed many other skills through interacting with others and facing my own biases. I expanded upon these skills in China, where I continued my research on HIV and sex work in a cross-cultural comparison of China and Uganda, and found a community outside of my American peers. In both places, I formed friendships that will last a lifetime with locals and fellow Americans. All of the accomplishments and failures from my experiences living abroad in China and Uganda are marks of success, and I am now realizing the slow process of growth and the need to push past feelings of regret in order to fully appreciate an experience and make the best of future ones as well.
Delphine is a junior at Smith College from California and Washington. She loves to dance and lay in the sun. In the future, she hopes to pursue a career in health and medicine, and incorporate radical listening and community-building into her work.
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