Can I take your picture? You can tell me what you are, right? Good thing I found you. Can I see? All of you Asian bitches are the same. When I talk about my experiences with white friends, they express disgust and shock as I tell my story or stories.
I walked into my first group therapy session when I was in my early twenties. Not only was I the only Filipina-American in the room, I was the only person of color. I agonized over having to explain my upbringing, so I rarely participated. No one in the room could relate to my experience as a daughter of immigrants. Seeking help from those outside the immediate family also conflicts with the Asian- and Pacific Islander-specific cultural value of interdependence.
You laughed, rolled your eyes, but years later you realize you should've taken more photos of them. It didn't actually hurt, but you were always afraid someone would report you to Child Services when you changed for gym. Also your parents called each other Mom and Dad instead of their first names.
KIM November 15, Which begs the question: why? I sometimes ask that aloud. Nor should we feel obligated to constrain our options to Asian men.