It was my worst class. We had a man who had a sex change to be a woman, teaching us on how to look after maori patients. She then went on to tell us about her experience having a baby. It was quite unbelievable. The funny thing is, I've looked after this man/woman many times since I've graduated and we get on really well, she's a great laugh.
We then had to go to a Marae, which is a traditional maori village, where we had to spend the night. On our arrival at the marae on the friday morning we were greeted with a traditional marae greeting and exchange of gifts, which was great, but then we spent the next two hours being lectured to in maori. It would have been useful is at least one of us sixty five nurses spoke maori. Even the few maori women in our class didn't understand what was going on.
Thankfully, after those first few hours, they talked to us in English. Unfortunately, they didn't have many nice things to say. The maori elder told me that I, as a white man, have stolen his lands and I am responsible for keeping his people under the "white thumb of the oppressors".
What has this to do with nursing, well nothing really, but it was part of our training. It was meant to help us learn how to cope with people of other cultures.

Do you mean "cultural sensitivity" or do actually mean "cultural competent?" To me, sensitivity is being aware, and competence is doing.