Hi! My name is Izzy and I am a student at Cornell University conducting a thesis through the Cornell Psychology Department with the Social Perception and Intergroup (In)Equality Lab. I am currently recruiting for a study exploring the identity experiences of non-White multiracial people. Please help me out by participating in this 5-10 minute 2 part study!

Follow this link to participate: tinyurl.com/mridstudy

Please see the flyer for more information, or email the researchers at mridstudy@gmail.com!

Thank you!

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Hello everyone! I'm a master's student in psychology and I'm collecting anonymous data for my thesis which is a research study aiming to investigate the psychological impact of discrimination, including Racial Discrimination and Discrimination against one's Ancestry or National origins.

I would be really grateful if you could participate by filling in my survey! Thank you very much in advance! :)

This is the link to my survey for everyone who wants to help:

https://forms.gle/6XrEKfvSrvFSPcjV7

Hello everyone! I'm a master's student in psychology and I'm collecting anonymous data for my thesis which is a research study aiming to investigate the psychological impact of discrimination, including Racial Discrimination and Discrimination against one's Ancestry or National origins.

I would be really grateful if you could participate by filling in my survey! Thank you very much in advance! :)

This is the link to my survey for everyone who wants to help:

https://forms.gle/6XrEKfvSrvFSPcjV7

I only have a small amount of asian features, given since I'm 1/4 vietnamese.

My mom is half vietnamese, but often denies it. I think it's because her vietnamese father wasn't in her life much and let her up for adoption. She denied to ever see him.

Throughout my life my mom often said I had "weird eyes", and since I'd get some comments at school about my eyes as well, I grew up insecure about my facial features. She would joke about my eyes to other people and when she would do makeup with me she would look at my eyes and scowl, or say "ugh". Not only that, I got my dark hazel eyes from her. My cousin (who has blue eyes) said she was glad she didn't have my eye color, that it was ugly. I constantly look in the mirror at my eyes and tried to hide them with my bangs, but I just accepted them.

Saying that I'm a wasian makes me feel like I'm telling people I'm 50/50... it kind of feels misleading.

My name is Anne-Marie, and I am a doctoral student in the Clinical Psychology department at Adelphi University. I am currently recruiting participants for my master's thesis on the life experience of multiracial individuals.

Individuals may qualify for this study if they:

- Are 18 and older

- Identify as two or more races. 

If interested please follow the link https://adelphiderner.qualtrics.com/jfe/form/SV_79A419tqg23YnIi

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We are a team of researchers at Yale University who are interested in the experiences of individuals who identify as Biracial and Multiracial. Such individuals face unique challenges and the current research in this area is limited and needs greater representation.

We are currently conducting a two-part online study that addresses an important but little explored question: What are the unique experiences of Biracial and Multiracial individuals? If you choose to participate, your responses to this survey will contribute to knowledge about this underdeveloped area of research.

To participate in this study, you must (a) be 18 years of age or older, and (b) reside within the United States, and (c) identify as Biracial or Multiracial.

Participants are expected to complete two study phases.

✔ Phase 1 is a single online survey, which takes most people between 30-60 minutes to complete. At the end of this survey, you can choose to either (a) receive $10 for your participation or (b) enter a $100 raffle.

✔ Phase 2 involves completing a short 10-minute study every evening for one week. You will earn up to $15 for completing this weeklong study component ($1 per survey for surveys 1-5 and $5 per survey for surveys 6 and 7).

To learn more and take an eligibility survey, use the following link and code (or “cut and paste” the link into your preferred Internet browser): https://bit.ly/31zSXor and code R22.

We appreciate you considering participating in this study. As you may imagine Biracial and Multiracial individuals can be difficult to reach and recruit for research studies. By participating (and forwarding this information on to other groups and individuals), you will be helping to contribute to the body of accurate knowledge about the lives of Biracial and Multiracial individuals.

This study has been approved by the Yale University Institutional Review Board (HIC: 2000028402). If you have questions or concerns about participating, feel free to email our research team at yale.bis.study@gmail.com.

Yale BIS Research Team

Yale School of Public Health

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1. Spanish (due to colonization of Philippines)
2. Filipino
3. Chinese
4. Indian

Hey everyone, I'm new to this so I'm sorry if this should go somewhere else.

I am half white and half Korean, and I live in a country where the majority of people are white. My Asian parent was adopted into an American family and was raised within that culture alone. As a kid, I got teased about being half Korean but I never had a cultural connection to Korea of my own from my family- it felt odd being made fun of by other kids just because I didn't look like them. I've never felt like I can perfectly relate to my other half-Asian friends (who have strong family cultural ties) or my white friends.

I've tried learning Korean at school and online, but other than that I feel a bit isolated from Korean culture, or I feel as if I don't have a right to try and connect with it if that makes sense. It feels like I'm only Korean by DNA and nothing else, and I don't know if that's enough to count.

I think I'd like to try and connect more with my background, but I'm not sure about the extent to which I could do things; I wonder if it would be weird for me to try to make holiday dishes, or even incorporate some small Korean holiday traditions when I celebrate with any future children? I guess I'm worried that I'm never going to really feel like I belong to my background if I wasn't raised within that culture, or by parents who were raised in that culture.

I was wondering if anyone else had a similar experience, or had any advice at all. Thank you

Originally posted to r/hapas (copied and pasted)

Hapas (Eurasians, Afro-Asian/Blasians, Quapas, etc) who were born and raised in Asia, what was your experience growing up? What are your views on your respective country's society, and other hapas in your same country? What are your views on western countries and hapas from westen countries?

Hapas born and raised in western countries who have since moved to an Asian country, how would you compare daily life and experiences in Asia compared to the west? Do you struggle with any culture gaps? Have your views of Asia and the west changed? If so, how? What are your views of hapas native to Asia compared to hapas from the west?

Hapas born and raised in Asian countries who have since moved to a western country, how would you compare daily life and experiences in the west compared to Asia? Do you struggle with any culture gaps? Have your views of Asia and the west changed? If so, how? What are your views of hapas native to western countries compared to hapas from Asia?

Hapas who were born and raised in the west, what was your experience growing up? What are your views on your respective country's society, and other hapas in your same country? What are your views on Asian countries and hapas from Asian countries?

I’m 1/4th Japanese, 3/4 white, but my mom who’s 1/2 looks completely white so I do as well. My Obachan loves with us, so I get a decent amount of my culture at home, but do I count as mixed if I’m only 1/4th and white passing?

I'll try to be brief since I have to go in a few minutes. I'm half white 1/4 Korean and 1/4 Cuban. I don't look Cuban and have no exposure to the culture, but I feel that I'm growing out of being a super white-looking person and into a more mixed-asian look (mainly to do with my eyes) though this could just be that I can see it because I myself know. I was raised white and only got some exposure to Korean culture from my grandmother who I am very close with. I'm attempting to (slowly) learn the language here and there and learn more about the culture (hopefully I can go and live there one day! Even getting an official Korean name from that branch of my family!), and I formed a strong emotional attachment to Korean culture from a young age. I could keep going, but I mainly wanted to talk about how I feel inadequate compared to other Asians due to my appearance, upbringing, and blood quantum. I feel at home and yearn to be accepted I the Asian community, but I constantly worry that I'm seen as little more than a foreigner wannabe. I gotta go now. Comment and I'll elaborate and discuss when I have time!

감사합니다.

Hello everyone. Title is says it all. I'm currently student at San Francisco State University and looking for a person to interview for my Asian American Mixed Heritage class research. Your interview will be used for academic purposes only and be shared with my professor only.

Please reach me out if you are interested in participating my research. My video interview is due this week RIP. I'm one of another student who procrastinate lol.

How was it growing up with parents from different cultures? Especially when your fathers are Asian? Was there emphasize to be immersed in both cultures of parents or did you gravitate more to one than the other?

And parents in interracial marriages - What challenges have you faced and lessons you have taught your kids?

https://youtu.be/mfuvKPC00xY

My partner (Chinese American woman) and I (European American man) have a child arriving imminently. We've been thinking about how best to acknowledge our child's mixed ethnicity in their name, and are realizing that neither of us has had the same experience that our child will have. To get a bit more specific, the names we're considering now are all like this:

(English first name) (Chinese middle name) (German sounding last name)

Neither of us are huge fans of the patriarchal nature of our child taking my last name, but she feels torn because, as she has experienced, a Chinese last name can be a liability in some circumstances. We like the idea of a Chinese middle name because it gives them the option of acknowledging that part of their ethnicity without requiring them to. But it really sucks to give into assimilation and we're not huge fans of that either.

Rather than trying to guess at something we ultimately don't fully understand, we're hoping some of y’all might be open to sharing your own thoughts on this question--are you happy with how your ethnicity is or isn't represented in your name? What do you wish your parents would have considered before naming you?

We will be doing our own homework on the broader issues our child will be facing ---really glad to have found a resource like this subreddit. Thanks for any thoughts you're willing to share!

Have you been impacted by COVID-19? Have your experiences, behaviors, or stress levels changed over the last several months? Help CWRU researchers learn more about the impact of the coronavirus on the experiences of people of diverse identities. If you are 18 years or older and have been impacted by the COVID-19, please fill out our online survey! We hope to use this study to learn more about how people of diverse identities have been impacted by COVID-19 and recent events in the United States. You can participate by going to:

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I'm Chinese and Irish. Lived in HK for 7 or so years when I was a kid.

I've been trying to find a group to belong to for a while but I've never had any luck.

I have to worry about people on one side being anti Asian especially since covid. But then also some East Asians (not sure if coincidence but Asian American ones) also making racist comments about mixed people... Saying we are not "real" Asians. Doesn't matter if we lived there and speak the language yet they don't at all. Or private messaging me about how if they were mixed they would kill themselves and kill their white father. (Never mind the fact that my dad is Asian).

My relatives from HK could say the same about them not being "real" Asians...

Sorry for the rant. I've had nobody to talk to about this at all and it just builds up and gets frustrating sometimes.

I'm just wanting to find a group that understands the same struggles and see more positivity around us

Hi everyone, this is my first post ever on Reddit despite being an avid Redditor. I apologize if I lack any specific Reddit-based decorum when it comes to making a post. I will definitely get better with time!

My name is Dae and I'm an NYC public school educator in my late 20s. I am a mixed race male and would like to share my story as well as establish my thoughts on a movement to better represent us as mixed-raced humans of the world.

My Story

I was born to a Trinidadian mother and a Korean father. As a result of their marriage, my father's side of the family became estranged and cut ties with us. As a result, I have only managed to forge a relationship with the Trinidadian side of my family. I grew up in a fairly Republican/Conservative area of NYC (Staten Island) in which white people were the majority.

My parents loved me but they had no idea how to deal with raising a multiracial son. They were stern and strict and did not believe in a coddling love. They did, however, believe in the merits of education and made sure that I knew to bring the best grades home. In school, other students stayed away from me. They were polite as young children but they often ostracized me and left me out of activities. At the time I didn't know it was because of how I looked but with time I began to see the relationship. I learned the power of being a fool, of being self-depreciating. As people laughed at me, I saw it as their acceptance. What I had actually done was prime them to note my difference, my mixed-race status, as being something comical, something to decry, deride, and deplore.

I became the class clown and stood to make problems for the sake of other's entertainment. Teachers began to hate me and associate me as a problem child. They suggested mental and learning disabilities despite my high grades due to my parents and their iron fist approach to education. With every letter home, phone call, parent-teacher conference, I would receive a beating from my parents. Slaps in the face, beatings with belts, name calling, screaming in a child's face, bruises on my body. All done for the sake of being accepted by my peers. All for the sake of being loved by someone. I learned that people who love you are allowed to do whatever they want to their bodies so I let others do what they wanted to me. Friends treated me like a punching bag. At the age of 8 my 13 year-old babysitter blackmailed me into allowing her to rape me. I said nothing, scared more at the idea that I would be in trouble if people knew I had sex because I knew enough to know sex was wrong.

By the time I was 12 in middle school, I had tried to hurt myself for the first time. I was taken to the guidance counselor because I had told a friend who, doing the right thing, told an adult. In the process, I was treated like I was crazy. I was threatened to be committed because I was a danger to myself. All of this made me feel different and I already knew different was bad. I knew because of how I felt when people told me I was different. "What are you?" "Who is black?" "How did that happen?" "Are you ________?" The looks of confusion. Even worse was the looks of incredulity, like the fact that I existed couldn't be real. People, regardless of their own race, made me feel so ugly. Ugly because I was different, unique, and beautiful because of my uniqueness.

I knew my parents' union was odd because people told me that. But I didn't know the history of miscegenation in America. I did not know that it was once a crime to be us or to engage in a union that results in the creation of one of us. What I did experience, however, was fetishization as I grew up and became sexually active again. I had a hard time finding someone who thought we had enough of a connection to date one another. When I did, I immediately agreed to date them, I was thirsty for love and affection. But this love was ugly too because it was different. This was even present in friendships. I had friends who told me they would only date black girls because they were black and wanted to have black babies. I had friends who told me I was smart because I was Asian and knew some rap and had rhythm because my mom was Black.

My girlfriends never, ever brought me home. I was a secret, forever to be hidden. I grew attached to a concept that white girls were the most beautiful. This was partially because of where I grew up but also out of jealousy. White people had such an ownership of their heritage. They knew what they were and forged relationships based on those identities. I wanted so badly to be white. I told my mother that I liked white girls and that in my next life I'd like to be white because they rule the world. My hatred of my blackness stemmed from the fact that society deemed black inferior which led me to believe that my blackness was probably why my interactions with society were so awful. If only I were fully Asian or White and had no blackness to me. I didn't realize it was just because I was mixed. The one girlfriend who took me home only told her family I was Asian. During the death of Eric Garner on Staten Island as racial tensions spilled out onto the streets, I visited her family and had to grimace as they joked about, "Hands Up, Don't Shoot". She said nothing. She did nothing. I didn't expect her to.

My life spiraled out of control as I got older and race became more important as a qualifier in making connections with people. I fell in deep love with a girl from a family who practiced the Islamic faith. She had difficulties accepting her role in the religion and found solace in me, a person with no ties to any culture because my culture was so shattered by my being multiracial. She would often tell me how "cool" it was that I was Black and Asian. How "attractive" it was. I didn't know what she was doing was fetishizing me, I was desperate to believe she loved me. After a few years, the relationship fell apart and, again, it was because I was different. This time, however, I knew it was because of my race. I never hated myself so much in my life. I cursed myself and my family, I wished I could be one thing.

I drank a lot after the breakup. I wanted to die. I woke up face down in the gutter one night after binge-drinking. I tried to slice my wrists in my backyard, then I tried to fall on the knife. I tried to jump off the overpass by my house into traffic. I wanted my death to be certain. I gained so much weight my heartbeat became erratic. I was smoking a pack a day and developed a wheeze. I hated myself, I needed to punish myself. I fought my father, I ran away from home and became homeless. I hurt and hurt and hurt because love seemed impossible because acceptance was impossible.

I became a teacher. First in Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn where my students, forever ready to curse me out and let me know what I wasn't being "fair", accepted me. Almost instantly. They asked what I was, were relieved when they heard "Black" because they knew we shared something common, and then made me one of their own. They joked with me, told me gossip, shared their fears, shared their dreams and their emotions. They asked me to share my stories and for the first time, ever, someone wanted to truly know me. Now I teach in the South Bronx where my students have yet to ask me what I am. Because it does not matter to them.

I began a journey to heal. I lost weight though exercise, something I was so hesitant to do because I hated myself and wanted to die. I took a road trip from NY to Georgia, across to New Orleans, Louisiana then to Texas, then Cali. I got to see the Pacific Ocean and looked across to imagine my father's country. We drove back and I was refreshed with a new look on life. I educated myself on race relations in America as BLM became a massive presence following the death of George Floyd and learned to love my blackness. I attended my first protest on Staten Island with BLM and learned the importance of being outspoken. I learned to love myself and I learned how to share that love with others. I challenged my perceptions of education and decided to dedicate my life towards bringing a sense of ownership when it comes to science for BIPOC students. By providing students with a more hands-on experience, they learn that science is a gift for all humanity in the form of a community, one that it is honorable to be a part of. In addition to working as a science teacher, I serve on a committee for the South Bronx to bring more diversity to lessons especially in communities of BIPOC students to increase inclusion. In a way, these are my credentials. This is the healing I've gone though, this is where I'm at.

The Movement

Through my research, I have become extremely disillusioned with the lack of support provided to people of mixed race. I grew up with no one to turn to, no one to help me unpack the burden of being an oddity to society. I left social media, angry, vowing to never use it again because I didn't want to interact with a society that could not accept me. I likened it to being desperate, to chasing the desire to belong to something that has no desire to accept me.

I fell upon Beverly Daniel Tatum's national bestseller, "Why Are All The Black Kids Sitting Together In The Cafeteria?" and noted that it was revised and updated. I had never had interest in reading this book before, despite it being mentioned in conversations with friends, teachers, etc. I did not belong to the black culture and so social issues of segregation were particularly damning to me. How could I sympathize with a culture that told me I wasn't black or black enough? At least they had one another in their culture to lean on. I had no one, I felt. In the revised edition, Dr. Tatum places attention to the role that Multiracial families bring to a discussion of race relations in America. Yet, in one fell swoop, she manages to disenfranchise me and other mixed-raced people, "Given the unique historical and contemporary context, it is the biracial identity development of children of Black and White parents that I will focus on here." (Tatum, 304) I was not even enough to garner attention by a champion of Civil Rights and Equality in a book that was groundbreaking in its ability to unpack race relations in my country. I began to wonder how many other mixed-race people felt this way.

I realized that we are under-represented and our lack of support allows us to be targets for confusion. It is this confusion to what we are, to how people treat us, that results in self-hatred, self-depreciation, self-loathing, and self-harm. And we cannot wait for others to be our voice because we are in need. As more attention is being placed towards identifying racism throughout the world, we need to be vocal, we need to stand to let people know: WE ARE THE DISENFRANCHISED TOO. WE ARE PEOPLE TOO.

And that has been the movement I've been slowly pushing over social media. I want it to take off. I want us to unify and represent a community that has lacked a true community for so long. #wearepeopletoo

As people, we deserve to be treated like others. This means we deserve the freedom to be equals in society. We deserve to walk down the street or to make a new friendship without being asked for our race or ethnicity because #wearepeopletoo. We deserve to love and be loved not fetishized because #wearepeopletoo. We deserve to feel like we belong in our families, in our schools, in our government, in our country because #wearepeopletoo.

Right now, the movement is just a hashtag. But even the largest movements begin somewhere. I will not pretend to know what I am doing. I will not pretend to be a leader or to stand as someone to look up to. I believe that this movement needs to be decentralized. No single leader, just a group of people, human beings, who see the need for a change. Right now I am using IG to push the hashtag but I want to begin moving to other platforms, putting out writing, establishing a website. I hoped we could establish r/mixedrace as a basis for a headquarters or begin to discuss a place to brainstorm. I stand with all people of the world and I want them to begin to see us as people too. #wearepeopletoo I know I need help, I need teammates and a community to support and be supported by. Even now as I tell people my idea for this movement they tell me I am being divisive, that I am causing more division in the world. But this was division that was forced on me, not one that I created. My goal is to end this division. I share that belief, that one they call utopic, that the world will be better when we see ourselves as one race: the human race.

Thank you for hearing me out,

Dae

I'm curious as a half Asian if my white friends ever think about it.

Obviously, everyone's friend groups are different, I'm just curious what your experiences and thoughts are.

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Ty <3