Paperwork is my bane. I find it tedious and grim. As I yet again enter the same information on yet another form that has yet different boxes in yet different orders, it makes me painfully conscious that a noticeable sliver of my life has been spent writing first name, last name, or last name, first name, or first name, initial, last name. Paperwork also means waiting around for it to be processed once you’ve submitted it. Then there’s what I call phone call paperwork where someone’s on the other end doing data entry into a computer system. It’s all yuck to me.
This is my excuse for delaying getting my identification updated with my new name.
I know, I know, I’m a bad trans. Or lazy. Or stupid. Probably all three.
Since I transitioned, I’ve used my credit and debit cards hundreds of times, had to show my driver’s license at least a dozen times, and got pulled over once and luckily didn’t have to show my driver’s license.
I’d just been avoiding the whole thing because changing my name required a trip to court and after that I knew it would be reams of paperwork and many phone calls to change it everywhere. Bleah.
But the time finally came the other week when I accepted that I had to slay the paper tiger. I had to present my driver’s license at a specialist’s office for my eldest kid because they’re on my insurance and the office needed to match the insurance card to identification. I mumbled something about still having to get my license updated while they examined it and I realized that I was unnecessarily outing myself. My resolve stiffened when I had to pick my youngest up from a day camp that my ex had dropped them off at and picture identification was required before releasing them.
Both instances weren’t a problem, but what if they had been?
Anyway, long story short, I have finally legally changed my name and I have some time booked off this morning to go get my driver’s license updated with a new picture and name. Then it’ll be the long slog of all the other places that need to be updated, but at least I’ve finally got this train moving.
The best part is that I won’t have to cringe anymore when someone says to me, ‘I just need to see your ID…’