The first seed of uncertainty was planted when I was six and sprouted from my insecurity around losing the ability to speak Cebuano (the inherited language of my parents) when I began public school. The loss was the result of Western assimilation, and was my parents’ paper-maché solution for their own insecurities about raising a child in a new world - they were merely doing what they thought was best at the time, and unfortunately, like many other immigrants who came to the U.S. believe(d), they thought that learning English would be especially challenging for me if I was bilingual - though we now know that research has shown the exact opposite to be true. So, they chose to speak to me solely in English from Kindergarten onwards, and as a result, though I can still understand most of it, I can no longer fluently converse in their native tongue.
Growing up, I began to feel a perpetual undercurrent of shame whenever my relatives spoke Cebuano around me, and I could not respond in kind. Additionally, mocking comments from others about how my accent “sounded weird”, or jeers and laughs whenever I actually worked up the courage to attempt “to speak it (an attitude known as “crab mentality” in the community) served to make me feel further alienated from my roots.