You can now call me Epiphany Paris. Epiphany Ayla Paris.
It’s been a bit of a process to get here, and will be a bit of a process still for people to get used to this name…
I informally changed my last name to Paris around the time Joy was born, because I wanted rid of my family name, and also I wanted the same name as Joy. Joy’s papa’s last name is Paris, and even though he and I were not getting married, his family really took me in as one of their own, which meant a lot to me. Also, Paris sounds cool, and I couldn’t find a last name I liked the sound of better. Brian was fine with it, as was his family. I figured the name-changing would end there.
However, this last Spring, as I was in the beginning of an intense re-birth process that went from Spring to Fall, the name Epiphany came to me. I was playing pretend with Joy and she asked me what my name was, and I said, “Epiphany.” As I said it, I felt a click inside, and realized that Virginia was not me anymore. I started the change by saying my new name over and over. Then, I changed it on Facebook.
Since changing my last name, I’ve intended to do a legal name change. Since receiving Epiphany, I’ve waited to choose a new middle name so I could change it all at once. I did that about a month ago now, on November 14th. I decided on “Ayla.” Ayla means Oak Tree in Hebrew, and it is also the first name of the protagonist in a semi-autobiographical short film I wrote and directed in college. By taking this as part of my name, I feel that I am coming full-circle in my healing, and that my re-birth is complete. Soon, I’ll legally change my name.
It is an adjustment for people to adapt to someone changing their name. I remember this from times when friends of mine have changed their names. At first, the name may not feel right, and occasionally there is resistance or even resentment at having to change what you call someone. But, a name change is very important, and respecting it is an act of honoring the changes a person goes through.
Not surprisingly, the people I have known less time adjust easier. I introduce myself to new friends with my new name. Those I have known for years and years are having a harder time, but trying. If you see me in person, or on Facebook, please try to call me by my new name, because it is who I am. I am no longer Virginia. I honor the person she was, but she is no longer. It’s understandable to have a hard time with it, but I deeply appreciate the effort.
UPDATE
On 4/6/12, the County of Arlington, Virginia declared my new name official and legal. The legal process was a lot less hard than I thought it would be, although once I turned in the paperwork, waiting for it to come back was agonizing. I got the order in the mail 4/10/12. So, it’s official. I am Epiphany Ayla Paris. Next steps include the social security office and DMV, to let them know the change happened.