Yesterday, on the train home, I had to show my monthly ticket. After the conductor had gone by, I double-checked the ticket to make sure they had the right name and gender marker on the ticket. I read my name, "Allison," on the bottom of the ticket.
And it made me so happy. "That's me!" I thought and felt an inner glow.
It's funny. I picked the name about two years ago because I thought the one I'd been trying out was really too pretty for a plain unremarkable person like me. I went through a bunch of names with a guy from my support group and finally ignored his suggestions and went with Allison, because it seemed nothing-special enough for me.
But now it's my name. The county court so ordered, the passport office issued a passport in the name, etc. At this point all of the cards in my wallet (except for my AAA card) have "Allison."
I'm really Allison now. And it's
so nice!!!(As long as I don't look in the mirror.
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