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Sofrer mais não te faz um imigrante melhor. Transformar dor em medalha e usar sofrimento pra invalidar a trajetória do outro é um discurso perigoso que só enfraquece a nossa comunidade. Existem privilégios, sim, mas trajetórias são diferentes, e ninguém merece menos respeito por não ter passado pelo mesmo sufoco que você. #brasileirosnaaustralia #imigracao #imigrantesbrasileiros #jornadaimigrante

@aleska.servian
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Many Brazilians in Australia and abroad can not like what I'm going to say right now, but it's something that I've been observing for some time and I wanted to share. How much did you suffer in your migration journey not make you more or less immigrant than anyone? Who conquered things with more facilities is no better than you. They are just different experiences. This week I fell in a Reuse of a Brazilian creator here in Australia and he was taking a nap of another immigrant Brazilian and the video basically showed two worlds. One who works a lot, who suffers, who does heavy work and the other who I assume worked in writing, had a more comfortable life and in that video he was complaining of burnout, of tiredness, even being a video of humor, obviously the video he was taking the sarv as a parody, the message was implicit. This one lives in the real world and the other does not know what to suffer. In the comments it was the same thing, your action, comparison, evaluation of those who have a more easy-to-understand life in Australia. And the feeling that this happens, not only in this video, but in many discussions I see over there, is that it is almost a revolt when the other has a better job, a better house, conquered the fastest things or had the financial support of the Brazilian family. How did you never work as a cleaner? But yes, you never worked in work. Ah, you came with the job of Brazil. Then it's easy. And being very clear here, I'm not saying what is easy, what is difficult. I'm not invalidating pain, neither one. But there is a collective feeling, which I think is dangerous, that if a person does not suffer the enough, she does not belong, she is not equal to us. And that doesn't take me a lot, because instead we celebrate the success of our contemporaries, instead we get to see other Brazilians as inspiration or "multiple of pride", we enter into this competition of who suffered more. As if suffering was a medal of honor and instrument to invalidate the achievement of the other. I even felt this on the skin when I got my permanent residency here in Australia, through my husband. At the time I became angry about eating because I felt less deserved, because I didn't have something suffered from it, as it is for so many other immigrants. Until I talked to my therapist, she told me something that never came out of my head. Suffering is not a sign of merit. Suffering, because if you do not automatically become a better person, a stronger person, or a more deserved person. The merit comes from what you do with that experience. The learning, the growth, the resilience that you develop, and not giving up on yourself. Of course, the privileges need to be recognized by those who came with English fluently, who came with guaranteed unemployment, who came from a better economic situation, while there was no advantage. But this does not invalidate the conquests of these people, and also does not invalidate their pain. Because in the end of the stories, all of us are immigrants, whether it is cleaning the bathroom, or sitting at 8 o'clock in the office with the air conditioning, all of us are far from home, building a life in a country that is not ours, leading with challenges, with income, and they are simply different trajectories. One is not better than the other, and one does not deserve more respect than the other. And how much more we understand this, more strong our community will be. Because in the end, we are all in the same boat, only in situations and moments of life, different.