Cambodian-Americans Working to Connect Despite Generational Trauma (Part 2) • Long Beach Post

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Sony Pream at the Cambodian Association of America offices. Photo by Greggory Moore.


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“I don’t really talk about it, because [of how] it touches me. […] I just kind of shut it down.”

But Sony Pream is talking about it. I’m sitting with her and Sydney Meth, two of a legion of Cambodians who fled the horror and havoc wrought upon their homeland by the Khmer Rouge during the last half of the 1970s. And though not yet teenagers when they immigrated to the United States, their experiences during those formative years impact them to this day.

A common side-effect of the suffering and loss experienced in Cambodia three decades ago that plagues many survivors today is difficulty fully connection and revealing themselves emotionally, even with their own children.[1] Pream, for example, recalls crying one day when she saw her mother, from whom she was separated but would sometimes see at mealtime.

“‘Why do you cry?'” she recounts being asked by soldiers, as if there were something unnatural about her attachment to her mother—which, in the Khmer Rouge groupthink, there was. She had been told she belonged to Angkar (the term used to refer the Khmer Rouge’s shadowy superstructure), and not her parents. So even though Pream was only four or five, she had enough sense of the peril in which her feelings put her to dissemble, telling the soldiers she had eaten food that did not agree with her.

For her part, Meth remembers sitting outside playing, when three soldiers tapped her on the shoulder and asked for her father. She remembers going upstairs to fetch him. She remembers his hugging her, kissing her on forehead, looking her in the eyes. She remembers starting to follow him down the road as the soldiers escorted him away, and his telling her to go back home. She remembers hearing the gunshot, how close by it was. And she remembers her uncle coming to the house that night and breaking the news to the family: her father was gone.

And both women remember the hunger, the constant, acute hunger that left them perpetually in survival mode. Enduring for years in such a state—along with the fear, the loss, and the need to cover emotion—resulted in two generations simultaneously losing ability to connect.

“In our culture, we don’t freely express that affection toward the children,” says Meth. “[…] Maybe because our parents had so much more responsibility than us, faced more hardship, so therefore there’s not enough time. […] We didn’t worry about showing love; we worried about surviving.”

And while it was possible for some to leave behind the physical peril, the emotional trauma was indelibly imprinted, with many parents unable to transition into a more emotionally co-present mode.

“I’m not really attached to my parents, because of the way they raised me, [how] I grew up,” says Pream. “[…] They would say, ‘There’s food here. Eat.’ My parents [had a] low [level of] education, so they would just say, ‘Food here,’ ‘Go to school,’ [etc.]. They didn’t say, ‘How are you doing?’ I didn’t have that. […] I know that my parents love me, but the passion, we don’t have that.”

Not surprisingly, a dearth of affection from parents often means the children never learn to express affection to their own children—a problem with which both women wrestle.

{loadposition latestlife}”I remember my daughter [would] ask me a lot to play with her—you know, play dolls, stuff like that,” Meth shares. “And I have a hard time playing things with her because all my life we never had stuff to play, and no one ever showed us love. […] We were in a survival mode every day, so I have a hard time being ‘a real mom’ to her, because I don’t know how to play. […] All I can say to my daughter is, ‘Be productive,’ because when we were four, five, six, seven under the Khmer Rouge, we worked our butt off, so we ha[d] no time to play. So I have a hard time, like, sitting down and watching a movie or just being idle.”

But both women have learned much about themselves and their parents from their work as counselors at the Cambodian Association of America (CAA).

“I did not realize how our own people in their 60s and 70s […] were affected so much,” Meth says. “What they’ve been through under the Khmer Rouge really affects their children. […] The interpersonal skills are just not there. […] When I do an assessment [of a new client] and I listen to their story, I’m like, ‘Wow, so that’s why, and that’s why, and that’s why.’ I didn’t realize it until I listened to these stories [and heard about] all their interpersonal relationship issues that I realized it’s because of what they went through. […] I came to the conclusion that that’s what’s going on with our population. […] And [after] I listen to them, I kind of process it in myself, and I understand, ‘Okay, that’s why my mom’s like that.’ […] It makes me understand why my people, why my culture, are still unable to function in a manner that assimilate them into the mainstream of society. […] For my people, there’s so much stuff that’s going on—unresolved grief, unresolved conflict, unresolved trauma—that it’s hard to focus on anything else.”

Meth and Pream are doing what they can to break the cycle of insufficient connectivity, being forthcoming with their children not only about their experiences under the Khmer Rouge, but also about their resulting emotional struggles.

“I want to show love to my children, but I have a hard time doing it,” Meth confesses. “It definitely affects me. I can say that I’m not affectionate, but […] I’m aware of my shortcomings, and I talk about it. And the kids […] see a better thing in us, if anything, [knowing] the severe things we went through, the hardship, the trials. They take it as a learning tool. It’s a good thing.”

Says Pream, “I told myself, ‘When I have my [own] family, I’m not going to be like [my parents]. I’m going to be more affectionate with my children.'”

And so, despite her difficulties, Pream is receptive when her daughter solicits information about what transpired all those years ago in that faraway land of their shared heritage. And progress is made.

Meth got an unintended glimpse of that progress first-hand when she overheard her daughter talking to a friend about her Meth’s experience, telling the friend that Meth is strong, a role model; and that she feels Meth’s strength will help her become a successful adult.

“It was a little bit encouraging to [hear] that what I’ve been through has shaped her, who she is today,” Meth says. “[…] But I just remember that I have a hard time, too, to be involved in [my children’s] lives, because it’s harder for [Khmer Rouge survivors] to fully immerse ourselves [in] their lives because we have so many other issues.”

It’s a hard, sometimes painful fight, but one worth waging. And it can be won, gesture by affectionate gesture, word by loving word.

“The younger generation of Cambodians are suffering because many parents are still dealing with the trauma of the Khmer Rouge decades ago,” says CAA’s Monique San. “They crave love and attention from parents who don’t know how to give it to them because they witnessed their families murdered in front of their eyes. […] Many youth are turning to drugs and alcohol at a young age to gain acceptance and love.” With this in mind, the CAA is holding a “Rally Against Underage Drinking” 6PM Friday, April 26, at CAA HQ (2930 Pacific Ave., LB 90806). For more information, call 562.988.1863 or visit cambodianusa.com.


[1] See Part 1 to meet one of those children.

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