‘Jane’ doesn’t refer to drugs

This post was published on ‘A Dash of Jane’. It’s remaining ’cause I put a ton of effort into writing it. -.-

The story behind "Jane" and how it's not yet my legal name @adashofjane

While Skins was a great series, “Jane” in my blog name does not refer to drugs. It’s a name; it’s called my “Jane project”, for lack of a more creative way to put things.

This blog is entitled “A Dash of Jane” because I grew up hearing how people needed a little bit of me in their lives.

Jane isn’t my legal first name, but I’d like for it to be.

In a way, I’ve never been able to be myself. I’m around certain people who played major roles in my childhood and upbringing, but I was never allowed to be precisely who I wanted to be. As a result, the more I try to be myself and work towards the person I want to be, as well as already am, I’m perceived as acting out, disrespectful or a disgrace.

I tried multiple times to get family to call me by Lizzy or Liz since middle school, but to no avail. I wasn’t allowed. Instead, I was told I had to go by my first name, but if I wanted to change my last name to be inline with my stepfather’s, then that was plausible. Changing my first name wasn’t an option; using a nickname instead wasn’t an option.

In high school, I really tried to get teachers to call me Liz, but in each of the two cities in which I attended high school (Forney; I later moved in with my dad in Euless), I had classmates who went by Liz, so…I gave up. I really tried to accept my first name, no matter how much dysphoria it made me feel.

But my first name wasn’t given to me by my parents; my dad wanted to name me after two car brands, and…gosh, I’d have probably had a totally different life if my name was Portia[1. Or Porscha?] Alexis Lawson. My Mimi wasn’t having it, so she named me something else instead.

I was supposed to be a mini-me of my narcissistic mother, and was perceived as this utterly sweet girl, because I was soft-spoken and polite—but none of that feels like me at all, and when my PTSD came in like a wrecking ball, I couldn’t help feeling like I was in the body of someone else. The very person I’d desperately been trying not to be was the person everyone around me treated me like. It’s claustrophobic, and I feel as if I’m trapped in the same cycle.

Legally changing my first name is my way out; it’s my way of breaking the never-ending cycle and rebuilding the reputation various people in my life have attempted to destroy. It’s my freedom, which I define as being able to be who I am rather than what someone else has envisioned for me to be.

I’ve wanted to drop my first name for an extremely long time, and I learned it’s possible to do so about two years ago.

I just want to be me, and I’m sick of having to fit this rubric of expectations select people in my life have set up for me.

I should be allowed to be me. I want to be me. I want to define who I am—not what someone else spent several years brainwashing me to believe is my life’s purpose.

“We give her a new name, she will have a whole different life.”

~Lori, “Throw Momma From the Train”; Finding Carter

I’m on a mission to change my legal first name. I’m also on a mission to add my dad to my birth certificate as my father, since my mom didn’t add him.

This is also the story behind @ijanelively, my handle for both Instagram and Twitter. I switched ’em both to @ijanelively ’cause I just couldn’t wait.

P.S. This is one of my favorite #effystonem scenes. #freffy is just an added bonus. Also: language warning.

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Comments on this post

Oh no, I don’t think of drugs when I hear the name “Jane” in fact the opposite. I think of it as a name. I used to hate my name, but it grew back on me. Hopefully you can change your name one day? Though that requires a bit of work, but I like the message and story behind the name of your blog. I too, have PTSD and other things, and my mother is narcissistic, also along with selfish and greedy. I love stories behind names of blogs/twitter handles and such. They become so rich. Heck, my name of Michelle…and there are stories behind my name too. Oh well~!

Good luck with your mission.

I got a lot of anti-drug activists following me on social media, some of which tweeted me their concerns, shortly after I changed my Twitter handle to @ijanelively. :s Blah.