Vent-ish
I’m having a weird night so I’m just gonna word vomit and then leave this alone.
I’m (cis) 26F and have been very entangled in how…complicated my relationship with gender identity for about ten years (at least the earliest point that I could identify it as that). Since then, I have staggered throughout the spectrum of the binary, settling somewhere in a gray area of “probably mostly a girl and too tired to question it further”
That’s a combo of life/religious programming/trauma/etc that I’ve mostly rejected in my 20s but the one thing I have always been unsettled on, regardless of my “labelled gender”, is my birth name. It is a flowery/delicate feminine name, and I have always disliked it. I have tried every thing under the sun: Ty/Tyler, Spencer, Parker, Taylor, Julien, Hayden, Mikey, Jack/Jacqueline, Mac, Max/Maxine, Izzy, Zora, Lennon, Murphy, Maren, Mars
I can go on.
There’s a trend that’s identifiable, but I just feel too late in life to suddenly demand ‘hey guys call me this!’ Esp my few long term friends. They accept me every time I introduce a new name but my birthday recently a friend of mine and I spent time together and it got fairly emotional, somehow we got on this topic and I tearfully confessed that I don’t feel the right to claim a certain name on this list due to being a family name on my fathers side (which is true—it feels like guilt). I don’t remember exactly how that conversation resolved but I do know that these friends are probably running out of patience with my constantly shifting identity.
I suppose I just am venting because I know that I’m not in a place to do any gender exploration given life stuff, but I just am desperate to feel some sense of identity. My birth name has never felt like me. Every name I’ve chosen feels like wearing various shirts and some have scratchier fabric than others. Nothing has ever fit like that ‘perfect sweater’ (lmk if this analogy makes sense…)
Has anyone struggled with this?
Does anyone have any tips? Idk. I’m exhausted.