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She sits, not really swinging, just pushing herself a few inches back and forth on the balls of her feet.

“Hi Viji!”

She stills the swing and says, “My name is Vijikala.”

“I know, silly. It’s a nickname.”

“I don’t like it.”

“No one likes nicknames, that’s the point of them.”

“Oh, okay,” she says, fingers clenching around the chains holding up her seat, the metal digs sharp into her palms. And Vijikala struggles to understand why she’s so upset. Loads of people have their names shortened, it’s not a big deal. She feels small. She is small though. But she feels more small.


*

 

“This is Vij.”

“It’s Vijikala,” she corrects. She’s in High School now and she’s determined to get everyone calling her by her name.

“Forget it Vij, this is your name now, no one’s going to call you that.”

She pushes down the unpleasant smallness, just as she had years ago that day on the swing and just as she has every time since. It’s okay, she’s just a kid, a nobody. When she’s older she’ll be someone big and important and will make everyone call her by her name.





“Is there something easier we can call you by, it’s kind of difficult to remember,” the interviewer says.

She shrinks in on herself, forces herself to sit back up straight, she’s too old to be angry, she’s too old to be a troublemaker, she’s too old to rock the boat. There are bills to be paid.

“You can call me Vij.”



*

 

And she works hard, and does what everyone wants, and climbs the ladder- slowly, so slowly. Sometimes the thought pops into her head: one day I’ll be worthy of four whole syllables, not this small cowering thing, someone worth the effort, someone worth the respect, a whole name, for a whole person.

But the years go on, and she only gets smaller and smaller. Some days she can’t even remember the sound of her name.

Until one day it feels as though she’s going to be squeezed into non-existence, the pressure builds, her size demanding its space, and she towers high above, screaming,

“That’s NOT my FUCKING NAME!”





There are approaching footsteps and a too loud whisper, “Isn’t she the crazy lady who will only help if you address her by her full title?”

“Yes.”

“What is it then?”

She grins manically as they come into view.

“I am Vijikala, First of her name, The Angry One, The Troublemaker, The Rocker of Boats.”

 


Date: 2022-08-13 12:36 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] erulissedances
I like this person and totally understand where she is coming from. I stopped using my first name when I began Junior High. My original name was too difficult for people to remember or spell. I switched to my middle name and eventually dropped my given name off everything except my memory. It's still there, although I have no desire to return to it.

- Erulisse (one L)

Date: 2022-08-13 06:26 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] banana_galaxy
I relate to this. When I was younger, I used to just accept people shortening my name so it was easier for them to say, and didn't really think much about it. Until I moved to California and suddenly did not introduce myself as the nickname that had been chosen for me, but rather my full proper given name, and people actually used it without shortening it. I came to realise how much more I preferred that. Genuinely glad there's more of a movement now about respecting names more, especially when they're not from the same culture. I actually used to perform improv with someone from Mexico, and when I met him he'd been using the English pronunciation of his name, but then as time went on and with the encouragement of me and others, he started going by the Mexican pronunciation. I felt so happy that he was able to bring that authenticity back into his life.

Date: 2022-08-13 12:35 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] adoptedwriter
People mess my name up all...the...damn...time....and I HATE it! I can totally relate to this!

Date: 2022-08-13 03:06 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] bleodswean
Ergh. So familiar. I've battled this my whole life. And my daughter has a name that for some, for unknown reasons, is difficult to pronounce and she's had to be firm to the point of unpleasantness.

Great work here on building that pressure which translates into righteous anger!

Date: 2022-08-13 10:43 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] drippedonpaper
I liked this. Respect is addressing someone as they prefer. :)

Date: 2022-08-14 12:51 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] roina_arwen
Nice job with building up the anger and Vijikala coming in to her own.

Date: 2022-08-14 02:09 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ofearthandstars
This is the PERFECT description of how microaggressions build up - I love her full title at the end, it's glorious!!

Date: 2022-08-18 07:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] d0gs.livejournal.com
I really loved your take on this prompt. I can relate to this character too as one who has an Italian surname that is hardly ever pronounced properly even though it is fairly simple enough and even when I've corrected people they've just continued using the wrong surname!

Date: 2022-08-18 02:36 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mollywheezy
I like Vijikala, and lol at her full title. ;)

Date: 2022-08-18 06:35 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] dadi
Ah the difficult names! I often cursed when living in Italy and most people totally mangled my name!

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