Someone at work called me by my birth name the other day.
I have not gone by that name for over a year and this coworker knew my old name for a couple weeks.
It just came out of her mouth so easily. It was on the phone right as we hung up. I didn’t have a chance to call her out. No apology the next day.
I have told her that it is important to me that she never call me by my old name. She told me that she knew me as that name and sees me as only belonging to that name. TWO WEEKS.
I can’t wait to get out of here and move to Wisconsin.
I am going by he/him pronouns when I move. They are certainly better than she/her for me.
I am excited! I’m scared! A new and exciting adventure full of love and belonging.
I know that the mispronouning will be always be a hard subject for me, pretty much no matter where I go. But in time I think it will bother me less as I explore who I am more and more. Self-love will win.
Ramblings of a Non-Binary Femme Boy