When I was born, my parents thought it would be a great idea to name me Alexis Mary-Vivian Carey.
That’s right – I was a walking poem.
To this day, they won’t admit that MARY rhymed with CAREY – “because there was a hyphen to break it up”.
Riiiiight.
I can’t really hold it against them – my dad has dyslexia, and English is not my mum’s first language.
And there was a nice idea behind it. One of my grandmothers was called Vivian and the other is Mary.
But still. Really guys? You didn’t think to run that past anyone before locking it in?
Can your name determine your life?
And what makes it worse is that Mary isn’t even my grandmother’s real name. Maria is on her birth certificate, but she anglicised it to Mary when she migrated to Australia in the 50s. So I was walking around with a stupid name for 18 years of my life for no good reason.
Once my middle name got out at school, you can imagine what fun my classmates had at my expense (Matt Dunn, I’m looking at you).
Someone even made up a little dance to go with my CLEARLY RHYMING name.
When the alphabet vomits on a birth certificate.
So when I turned 18, I changed it.
I filled out a form, got it signed by a JP, made my mum pay the fee (it was only fair), and got a shiny new name.
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I grew up hating my name: Caitlin. I know, it's nowhere near as bad as some names and heaps of people love it! But I despised it, claiming I would change my name since before I went to school. I insisted everyone call me Caiti for years, cringing if they didn't (thank you, teachers who didn't believe it abbreviations). I honestly believe changing my name to Caiti was one of the best things I've ever done. I actually love when people see my name now! I feel so much happier without Caitlin - even though I know it's really not that terrible. It just didn't feel like me, and since Id spent my life being called Caiti by most people, I didn't feel like a new person at all. I was just really happy, and my mum didn't mind at all and in fact, also paid for my name to be changed as part of my 18th birthday present.
My aunt's middle name is Louise, so kids would often tease her with:
"Martha Louise
Has a disease
And no one wants to play with her!"
Thankfully, it stopped in high school, but she was sure mad at my mom for giving my sister the same middle name after her. (But my mom thought it was pretty.)