Two years ago this month I made the decision to file name change papers.
No regrets two years on.
And yet, there are times I still think of myself by my old name. I don't stop family members from addressing me by my old name. (This will be interesting the next time I meet Theresa's kids, and time will tell what name Jack's kids will use when addressing me since Jill just calls me "Auntie" or "Little Auntie" if Tiffany's with me, and Emma hadn't learned how to say either word at the time, for now.)
And it's funny that while technically I'm still relatively young, I honestly don't take offense when young kids/strangers refer to me as "Ms. [Surname]". I was actually called that when I did volunteer work at Marengo right before senior year of high school, though it could just be a way of teaching kids that the only first names you know are your siblings/cousins of (relatively) close age/friends/aunts/uncles.
It seems like a lot of adult-age people who are not on familiar terms don't like it when you call them Mr./Mrs./Ms. X.
I wonder if I'm just old-fashioned to some degree or if it speaks to the way I was raised.
Cross-posted from
http://leonia.dreamwidth.org/950907.html.