
Eshe
In my family's culture, caring for your parents is simply what you do. There is no discussion, no debate. When my father's health declined and my mother could no longer manage alone, I moved back home without question. I was thirty-four with a career in teaching and a flat of my own.
The challenge is not the caring itself — it is the silence around it. In my community, you do not complain about looking after your parents. You do not talk about feeling tired or overwhelmed. To do so feels like a betrayal. So I carried it all quietly, smiling at work while falling apart inside.
When I found Carers in Luton, I was relieved to discover they understood the cultural dimensions of caring. The diverse communities programme recognised that my experience was shaped by cultural expectations as well as practical realities. For the first time, I could talk honestly about the weight I was carrying without feeling judged.