So, another name related question of the day is:
Have you ever told people to call you something different from your birth name? Did it stick?
My answer:
Well yeah, as I wrote in the last question of the day post and in many other posts, I’ve changed my name legally, but even before I did that, I wanted to be called Emilia for many years. I just felt it fit me. There are tons of names I like more than Emilia, but I’ve just always thought Emilia fits me very well. So, I guess it started when I was about 12, and I asked my family to call me Emilia. Some did, some didn’t, but they were all like “You must be really crazy!” and it didn’t stuck. Even though my Mum agreed with me theoretically that Emilia fits me better and that my birth name didn’t really and that she gave it to me not giving it much thought. So I didn’t push it, but I knew that if I am still going to love Emilia for myself when I am adult, I will change it and it will be the only way to make it stick. Although I’ve been going by Emilia with my online friends even before I changed the name.
After I changed it, it did stick, but there are still people who don’t get it and there are still people who will never call me Emilia, just because. It’s pretty frustrating, in that I don’t get why it’s such a problem for them to do so. On the other hand when I talk to people to whom I haven’t talked in years and it’s just a single occurence that we met, I usually don’t let them know I’ve changed the name as I don’t want to make things more chaotic. But still, Emilia stuck pretty well, and I hear my birth name less and less now, but it suck that it takes so much effort to manage such an apparently simple thing and get people to call you what you want.
When I was younger, I called myself Biśbiś, or some other similar things, well that’s making it a bit simplified but in any case I used to talk about myself in specific circumstances as about Biśbiś, in third person, I sometimes still do especially when I am very excited about something or feel a bit odd… like a Biśbiś, oh well I don’t know how to describe it. And me and Zofijka have made a weird word based on it which is Bibiel, and Zofijka often calls me Bibiel. I wouldn’t like everyone to call me Bibiel, but it’s cool when she does, or other peeps I’m close to. I tried to spell it Bibielle or something that would look more feminine because Bibiel kind of doesn’t make the best impression in writing in my opinion, but that never stuck, so it’s just Bibiel.
You? 🙂
My Inner MishMash 
No, but when I was married I tried to get my ex’s family to call me just Paula and not “Aunt Paula,” which I hated, but they refused because they thought it was disrespectful. Now that I’m divorced from him & they like me more, they STILL CALL ME THAT! 🙄🙄🙄
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Oh I get you, I find it so awful to be called an aunt! My cousins always refer to me as aunt when talking to me on behalf of their little children or talking about me to them. They call even my sis Zofijka an aunt even though she is just 12! I hate it, but they say it would be disrespectful if the kids learned to just call us by our names.
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In my case, I was 25 when I started going by Meg. I announced it at a staff meeting. My harried employers (a married couple) were letting everyone quibble over spelling-pattern minutiae, and I raised my hand. They called on me to speak, although their facial expressions said, “Please, just put us both out of our misery right now.” So I said, “I’d like to be called Meg from now on,” and they freakin’ burst into applause, if I recall correctly. That was nice. Prior to that moment, I hadn’t known I wanted to change my name. That stressful staff meeting must’ve been the final subconscious push I needed to switch names! 😀 After that point, everyone at work immediately shifted to Meg, with no difficulty whatsoever. In fact, a few people pulled me aside after the meeting and told me their birthname secrets.
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Ahhh, what a great story! 🙂 I love it!
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