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The Story of a Deported Woman Living in Mexico

Published August 20, 2020 in Mexico , Personal Stories & Opinions - 0 Comments

Over the 3 years of living in Mexico City, I have met the occasional gringa here and there…

One chick I remember was a deported chick who was Mexican-American…

And, occasionally through connections, you meet the occasional one here and there who is from the US and on vacation in Mexico.

Granted, it’s not always the US they come from – Australia, England, Canada…

As a side point, for whatever reason, chicks from Australia tend to be real cunts.

But the guys from that country are usually pretty chill.

Not sure why that is but that is my limited experience with people from Australia.

Maybe all of the Australian chicks I met were from Sydney or something…

I’m sure Australia has some cool women!

But that’s another topic for another day…..

Either way, going back to my time in Mexico City…

As I said, I have met women from different countries living in this big ass city…

Be they Venezuelan, Argentinean, American…

Or god forbid….

Australian…..

But, among most of the chicks I have met, most were tourists…

Staying here for a month or two..

And then heading back home….

But there was the occasional chick who was actually living here…

Be it the deported Mexican-American person….

Or someone who was escaping something…

And those types are not uncommon…

You have some idiots who claim that they are “refugees” because a politician of a certain political party was elected…

Let us ask these retards if they are “refugees” when they meet someone who is an actual refugee…

Then you have some folks who are “escaping the West” because they can’t get anyone to fuck them.

Which is cool – sex is important and all, you know.

But then you have people leaving the country they know best for individual circumstances…

Here we will go into the individual circumstances of one Mexican-American women I know personally.

Who felt the need to leave to Mexico based on some life circumstances that she was given.

Her name is Araceli.

Someone who was, at one point, illegally living in the US.

Before living in Mexico as of now.

A young woman around my age.

For this article, I basically asked her a bunch of questions and then translated the more important aspects of what she said for what you can read here.

Finally, some of what is said is a bit disturbing.

At least to me – it’s not the lighest material that you could read.

So if you don’t want to read about the life of someone who has gone through a little bit, then obviously click away….

Anyway, let’s go into it.

Araceli

Back about two years ago more or less…

I was going through Tinder and matching with some Mexican chicks here and there…

One of them happened to be a Mexican-American chick.

Whose name was Aracali.

Now she was originally brought up to the US for some time…

And spent a good deal of her life in Illinois…

Before being deported basically to Mexico..

In her time down here in Mexico, she had some family down here in Mexico that she could live with.

Specifically, she has spent most of her time with her grandmother who lives in a town close to the city to Toluca.

Somewhere in the State of Mexico.

But didn’t have a good life either in the US.

Growing up in Illinois for most of her life, her family had some financial issues.

And the dad that raised her…

From what she told me for this article…

Was abusive mostly physically and sexually….

Anyway, I got hanging out with her much prior to ever writing this article.

And got her permission to disclose this story (with her name changed for concerns regarding her privacy obviously).

But here below are some of her thoughts about now life in Mexico as she has been here for some odd years now after being sent down here…

Life in Mexico

First, from what she told me, she had to do her education over again as her education in the US was apparently having difficulties being accepted down here.

Furthermore, there was the work she had to do with taking care of her grandmother.

Which, from what I understand, her grandfather and grandmother run a little tienda (store) where they live..

Which brings in enough money to cover the living expenses.

So she has worked on running that basically or helping run it for the money brought in to support their household.

Then there is the issue of being someone who was deported back to Mexico…

From what I know from what she said…

And also knowing another guy who was deported from the US back to Mexico…

To live near Metro Cuatro Caminos where I met him…

It has a strong psychological impact on you from being deported.

Which, makes sense, as you end up getting deported from a country that you might have spent a significant part of your life.

Then another issue that Araceli brought up to me about being deported back to Mexico…

Was not feeling accepted as being Mexican or feeling like an outsider in a way…

In a certain sense, I get that to a degree as I am obviously a foreigner living down here and that is part of life living in Mexico…

But she went on about how she can never feel truly “Mexican” enough.

Which I feel is not so much an issue that so many foreigners feel down here as most are not trying to be Mexican.

But, from an outsiders perspective, makes sense if being part Mexican is part of your identity.

You know – Mexican-American.

Then there were the issues surrounding some of the abuse she went through growing up from her dad.

As mentioned before…

Which, to this day, still impacts her.

And, in her words, is not possible to forget.

Something that, though she has managed to control the feelings surrounding it…

Is still something that makes her contemplate suicide from what we discussed…

Of course, with something as heavy as that topic, you can’t forget what happened.

But, in her words, she has moved on mostly and focused on putting her attention towards the positive things of her life.

Things that give her greater meaning in life.

And a bit of a purpose.

My Own Thoughts

In Mexico, it’s actually not too rare to come across someone who was deported from the US back to Mexico.

Though, in my experience, I have seen a handful more of people traveling to reach the US from Central America mostly.

Guatemala, Honduras, El Salvador…

Enough days on the Metro Station and you will come across the occasional one looking to move abroad…

Regarding those who were deported that I have met?

Well, in the case of Araceli…

She was brought over pretty young and honestly…

In my opinion, if you were brought over that young, it makes no sense to deport you.

She spoke perfect English.

Had most of her life spent in the US from what I understood.

Didn’t even speak Spanish that perfectly either – not like she was able to fit right into Mexico right away as not all Mexicans assume her to be Mexican by her accent.

And also, based on the trauma that she felt in life, I felt as well that she needed a break in life.

From all of the shit that she has been given up to this point…

It has been an unfortunate set of circumstances given the cards she was given in life…

And, at some point, having a bit of sympathy is needed here.

You know, it’s not just that she has difficulty sleeping at night from what she said…

Watching the door to her room for an hour or whenever before being able to calm down and sleep…

But also the fact that, by almost every measure, she is American.

Aside from legally, of course.

Either way, you can have your own opinion on this matter.

The story brought here was given by her and she felt comfortable with me sharing it.

In the end, we all have to deal with the cards life gives us.

And having some sympathy doesn’t hurt.

But that’s the end of this article.

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Best regards,

Matt

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