I Changed My Name After I Was Raped
After a serious trauma, some survivors find comfort and empowerment by creating a new identity.
Illustrations by Katherine Lam
As I heard my bank’s customer service representative repeat my first name over and over while trying to help me solve my minor issue, I hated the way the two syllables sounded. It almost hurt my ears.
“I’m going to put you on hold for a minute, okay, Lisa?" the representative asked me in a cheerful voice, hoping to reassure me that they were handling the situation. “I’m just going to speak to my supervisor and see what we can do about resolving this for you Lisa.”
“Yes, okay,” I said through gritted teeth, holding my cell away from my face and turning on the speaker function so I could grab a glass of milk and breathe a few times before she returned, hopefully with news that she could waive the newly implemented monthly checking fee. I wanted to call through the phone, “Can you stop using my name, please?”
People generally love having their first name used when they’re in a conversation, but I flinched when mine came up. When I hung up the phone, I opened up…