Esra Nur Turan-Küçük
@esranur.bsky.social
PhD Candidate in Developmental Science, Boston University, exploring how young minds make sense of the world.
cognition, concepts & possibilities
Fulbright Alumni
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cognition, concepts & possibilities
Fulbright Alumni
🔗 www.esraturankucuk.com
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I have a 2 mo baby at home. And I have a job talk at Yale this Friday. What can help me?
April 20, 2025 at 6:15 AM
I have a 2 mo baby at home. And I have a job talk at Yale this Friday. What can help me?
Love this, thank you for sharing!
April 16, 2025 at 7:03 PM
Love this, thank you for sharing!
I think coming from Turkiye or a different place/lens I never thought that we could say “i am not prepared” or I don’t know”.
April 16, 2025 at 4:29 PM
I think coming from Turkiye or a different place/lens I never thought that we could say “i am not prepared” or I don’t know”.
I learned so much from my advisor. Preparing for this presentation. I remembered, one time she presented in our lab meeting and said. It’s not fully prepared and I did not practice. I was like.. look at her confidence. I mean.. can we even say that? Wow.. I said to myself.
April 16, 2025 at 4:29 PM
I learned so much from my advisor. Preparing for this presentation. I remembered, one time she presented in our lab meeting and said. It’s not fully prepared and I did not practice. I was like.. look at her confidence. I mean.. can we even say that? Wow.. I said to myself.
Now I’m 29. And I’m still learning.
I want to share what I’ve learned.
I want to share what I’ve learned.
April 15, 2025 at 11:38 PM
Now I’m 29. And I’m still learning.
I want to share what I’ve learned.
I want to share what I’ve learned.
Then I got married. This time, I was 24. I had a Fulbright scholarship, and once again, I came to the U.S. This time, I wasn’t alone. But still, inside me, there’s a little girl who is growing up.
April 15, 2025 at 11:37 PM
Then I got married. This time, I was 24. I had a Fulbright scholarship, and once again, I came to the U.S. This time, I wasn’t alone. But still, inside me, there’s a little girl who is growing up.
Even if I found WiFi, the internship was intense. At the Harvard lab, they had some free snacks and “oatmeal.” I survived on those for about 30 days. Haha! 😆
April 15, 2025 at 11:37 PM
Even if I found WiFi, the internship was intense. At the Harvard lab, they had some free snacks and “oatmeal.” I survived on those for about 30 days. Haha! 😆
I ate that for days at suhoor and iftar. I had no internet. I couldn’t explain my situation to anyone.
April 15, 2025 at 11:37 PM
I ate that for days at suhoor and iftar. I had no internet. I couldn’t explain my situation to anyone.
He dropped me off at the house, but since I was new and shy, I couldn’t ask him where the market was. I was 21. You know..
I went out to find a market. I couldn’t find one. Thanks to my mom. She had packed bread and cheese in my luggage.
I went out to find a market. I couldn’t find one. Thanks to my mom. She had packed bread and cheese in my luggage.
April 15, 2025 at 11:37 PM
He dropped me off at the house, but since I was new and shy, I couldn’t ask him where the market was. I was 21. You know..
I went out to find a market. I couldn’t find one. Thanks to my mom. She had packed bread and cheese in my luggage.
I went out to find a market. I couldn’t find one. Thanks to my mom. She had packed bread and cheese in my luggage.
When I first arrived in the U.S. for the internship, it was summer 2018. I didn’t have a SIM card, so I couldn’t use Google Maps. I think it was the last five days of Ramadan. A kind person picked me up from the airport, and I still thank him.
April 15, 2025 at 11:36 PM
When I first arrived in the U.S. for the internship, it was summer 2018. I didn’t have a SIM card, so I couldn’t use Google Maps. I think it was the last five days of Ramadan. A kind person picked me up from the airport, and I still thank him.
I know—
Some will understand this post.
Some won’t.
But to everyone who supported me, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
I hope peace to all our hearts.
Some will understand this post.
Some won’t.
But to everyone who supported me, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
I hope peace to all our hearts.
April 15, 2025 at 11:33 PM
I know—
Some will understand this post.
Some won’t.
But to everyone who supported me, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
I hope peace to all our hearts.
Some will understand this post.
Some won’t.
But to everyone who supported me, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
I hope peace to all our hearts.
What I want through these words is simply to let go of this pain
in a peaceful, releasing way, like casting it into the calmness of an ocean.
And to be able to say, “I had a voice too.”
in a peaceful, releasing way, like casting it into the calmness of an ocean.
And to be able to say, “I had a voice too.”
April 15, 2025 at 11:32 PM
What I want through these words is simply to let go of this pain
in a peaceful, releasing way, like casting it into the calmness of an ocean.
And to be able to say, “I had a voice too.”
in a peaceful, releasing way, like casting it into the calmness of an ocean.
And to be able to say, “I had a voice too.”
So I wrote this not as a “statement,” but as a form of “goodbye.”
I am someone who fears God.
I would never want to wrong anyone. Even if someone hurt me,
I never want to be unjust to them,
nor do I want to be unjust to myself.
I am someone who fears God.
I would never want to wrong anyone. Even if someone hurt me,
I never want to be unjust to them,
nor do I want to be unjust to myself.
April 15, 2025 at 11:32 PM
So I wrote this not as a “statement,” but as a form of “goodbye.”
I am someone who fears God.
I would never want to wrong anyone. Even if someone hurt me,
I never want to be unjust to them,
nor do I want to be unjust to myself.
I am someone who fears God.
I would never want to wrong anyone. Even if someone hurt me,
I never want to be unjust to them,
nor do I want to be unjust to myself.
I studied psychology, and during this journey, I also went through therapy.
I spoke, in many sessions, about the deep hurt that had built up inside me.
My therapist told me that expressing these emotions and making sense of them is part of the healing process.
I spoke, in many sessions, about the deep hurt that had built up inside me.
My therapist told me that expressing these emotions and making sense of them is part of the healing process.
April 15, 2025 at 11:31 PM
I studied psychology, and during this journey, I also went through therapy.
I spoke, in many sessions, about the deep hurt that had built up inside me.
My therapist told me that expressing these emotions and making sense of them is part of the healing process.
I spoke, in many sessions, about the deep hurt that had built up inside me.
My therapist told me that expressing these emotions and making sense of them is part of the healing process.
There were some things I carried inside me for years.
They hurt. The more I stayed silent, the heavier it got.
And now, I realize that I need to speak what’s inside me in order to heal.
They hurt. The more I stayed silent, the heavier it got.
And now, I realize that I need to speak what’s inside me in order to heal.
April 15, 2025 at 11:31 PM
There were some things I carried inside me for years.
They hurt. The more I stayed silent, the heavier it got.
And now, I realize that I need to speak what’s inside me in order to heal.
They hurt. The more I stayed silent, the heavier it got.
And now, I realize that I need to speak what’s inside me in order to heal.
Let me end by saying this.
When sharing this, I had no intention of targeting anyone, blaming, or shaming anyone.
When sharing this, I had no intention of targeting anyone, blaming, or shaming anyone.
April 15, 2025 at 11:31 PM
Let me end by saying this.
When sharing this, I had no intention of targeting anyone, blaming, or shaming anyone.
When sharing this, I had no intention of targeting anyone, blaming, or shaming anyone.
And now, I’m reclaiming that story.
Despite being hurt,
I know that the kindness I gave is written in God’s book.
But I want to give voice to this lived experience.
Despite being hurt,
I know that the kindness I gave is written in God’s book.
But I want to give voice to this lived experience.
April 15, 2025 at 11:30 PM
And now, I’m reclaiming that story.
Despite being hurt,
I know that the kindness I gave is written in God’s book.
But I want to give voice to this lived experience.
Despite being hurt,
I know that the kindness I gave is written in God’s book.
But I want to give voice to this lived experience.
This isn’t a fairytale or a dramatic story.
It’s the feeling of being unseen.
I was hurt.
Because while I was praying for her—
“May you start a beautiful new life”—
it feels like she erased my story.
It’s the feeling of being unseen.
I was hurt.
Because while I was praying for her—
“May you start a beautiful new life”—
it feels like she erased my story.
April 15, 2025 at 11:29 PM
This isn’t a fairytale or a dramatic story.
It’s the feeling of being unseen.
I was hurt.
Because while I was praying for her—
“May you start a beautiful new life”—
it feels like she erased my story.
It’s the feeling of being unseen.
I was hurt.
Because while I was praying for her—
“May you start a beautiful new life”—
it feels like she erased my story.
I was the one who called her on her birthday back then.
One week later, it was my birthday—but she didn’t call.
Back in Turkey, she would contact me every day asking for advice, support.
Where was she now?
One week later, it was my birthday—but she didn’t call.
Back in Turkey, she would contact me every day asking for advice, support.
Where was she now?
April 15, 2025 at 11:29 PM
I was the one who called her on her birthday back then.
One week later, it was my birthday—but she didn’t call.
Back in Turkey, she would contact me every day asking for advice, support.
Where was she now?
One week later, it was my birthday—but she didn’t call.
Back in Turkey, she would contact me every day asking for advice, support.
Where was she now?