Today had we chatted I would have pointed out (if you did not already know) that the federal government has no form (no, not any!) that permits entry of a first initial and middle name. So much for freedom of choice… (I have on occasion lied, like to the state of Massachusetts which knows me as Gay G. Williams – alas, I conformed.) I would also have pointed out to you that I have reached the “Medicare age of majority” – which you would probably have a hard time believing. Each time I set foot anywhere near a medical building that first name rises up – Medicare (not illogically) uses the name from my work paper days, i.e. Social Security registration.
You were aware, although may not have been particularly attuned to the fact that in the 70s my middle name became somewhat problematic. Name tags preprinted with “Hi. I’m ____” where you fill in your name were for me, to be avoided. Even in groups of people introducing themselves around a circle was challenging – “I’m ____.” For me (if I remembered) it was “My name is ___.”
The Medicare issue results in attempts by me to have the office folks note that I answer to Gay; I have been only moderately successful. Doctors that I have seen for years (pre-Medicare) have no clue who Gratia Williams is – and to boot, neither they nor their staff know how to pronounce it. One friend of late has taken to calling me GG – but I fear introducing that (or Gigi) into the mix would only further muddy the waters.
As luck would have it, it was late, cool and rainy as I headed home from an eye appointment so I did not stop.. As a result you were spared hearing all this ramble. I will say that I rather like my name, and in my later years have embraced my first name. I wouldn’t think of changing a thing – I want to hear you call me by name when we’re together again!