r/wasian

do i look Wasian or wASIAN

hey everyone, im a wasian twin, and i was wondering if there are any more of us out there?? I’ve never known ANY wasian twins in my entire life, let alone boy+girl twins, and I was wondering if yall would want to connect and/or just comment and share your experiences with this if you relate!!

I often feel so alienated bc even just being wasian is rare in my area (I live in the south); plus me and my brother being different gendered fraternal twins adds another layer of oddity/complexity and sometimes it’s hard to not feel like an abomination to society.

plsss lmk if anyone wants to be friends, you can dm anytime or comment!!

extra info: Japanese & white mix!

#niche

I've talked to several hapa people and they all told me that they have always felt like they belonged. None of them said that they felt like they were left out for being hapa. I know that this can't be the most common experience, but I feel like I'm going crazy over my identity struggles. It seems like I have no one to confide in because no one has similar struggles.

Have most of y'all felt left out because of your race at some point in your life?

Hi so I’m wasian, obviously, and I was wondering if you guys come across the same dilemma that I do. So I look more asian than I do white, and I often find myself just straight up identifying as asian instead of white. I feel more connected to my asian side as well, and I wanted to know if the wasian community also feels like they gravitate towards their asian side or white side more.

Hello, are there any trans/queer wasian women out there? I’ve never met another queer wasian or even asian woman in my life and would just love to connect with those who share similar experiences😭❤️ For reference, I am a half Chinese and half white trans lesbian! I think I am the only one of my kind that exists out there lol

(TRIGGER WARNING SUICIDE IMAGERY) I felt like my Asian parent has always been a little unaware of context, but recently I processed a moment that showed just how extreme it is.

I was going through a really rough patch a few years ago involving former friends, a former love interest, and a lot of manipulation to the point where I thought I was a bad person. I was working on a self care activity book to help myself with my emotions and a page said “draw how you feel”. I drew a person hanging from a noose with a clearly sad and tearful expression, lots of broken hearts surrounding the person, and a pool of vomit below. To clarify, the hanging was not a hint toward ideations, but it symbolized how I felt, which was suffocated. My mom asked what I was working on and I showed her and she started giggling telling me how good this is because she saw all the colors and shapes.

One time in fifth grade I missed an important dance performance by accident and I showed up on the wrong day in my costume. We went home and I started crying in the bathroom. My mom opened the door with her digital camera telling me I looked cute in my costume and told me to look at her and she took pictures of me while smiling because I looked “so cute” in my dance costume.

I love her but good lord read the room lol