Do I accept I'm Val?

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One of my neighbours is a lovely old lady in her 80s.
She loves my OH and they dog walk together. He helps her with anything she needs and she knows she is welcome at our house for anything I think!
She's lovely and how is lime to be in my 80s!

But
She thinks I'm called val!
I'm not.
I'm not that old! 😂
I'm not that bothered and will
Happily answer to val but it's not my name....should I correct her or forget it and be val!?
It made me laugh today . (Unless the OH has another woman called val!)

Every year we get a Xmas card to T-name, O-name and the boys from our ndn.

Dh isn’t O-name, he is J-name.

I return the favour by writing a card from T-name, J-NAME and the boys.

I think she’s heard me shout O-name and assumed it was Dh. Though why she would think I would be shouting at Dh to ‘just go to bloody school’ I have no idea

Loving this!

You are indeed a super Val, that lovely Val down the road and her lovely husband!

I was introduced once at a volunteer centre as Patsy - first day, I had to stop myself from choking with laughter!! My name begins with M!

I did have a spooky experience with the elderly lady that lived opposite me, we'd had a couple of years of waving and hello's, and when I could drive I offered to take her shopping. I had that awkward moment when i realised I had no idea what her name was, so did the whole, sorry, what is your name...

Anne

Oh I always thought it was Francis for some reason...

She stared at me and I thought oh shit, then she said Francis was my twin sister who died when we were 10 ... not much comeback from that, we were in the cereal aisle - cornflakes?

Lady who works in my local corner shop calls me Siobhan. I have absolutely NO idea where on earth she got that from. I don't have any sort of Irish sounding name so I can't figure it out at all. She's been calling me that for so long now I can't actually say "I'm really called Hilda"

Ive been with my husband nine years and married 5 his grandad always has since day called me Mandy. My name is nothing like mandy bar the fact it also has 5 letters it confuses the hell out of my kids

I'm never confused with any other name but whether it's a new person I meet or a person I know who forgets my name... it's always bloody Becky

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This happens to me! It’s the strangest thing. As a child I thought I was being mistaken for my Cousin who looked similar. But then someone at Uni did it and I was spooked. It happens whenever someone forgets my name. It’s not even close.

My exDH was a Mark and our elderly neighbour would always call him Steve.

I then married a Daniel. She calls him Roger.

We have just had a Christmas card from her. To Roger and Jane. My name isn't Jane

Worst mistake I ever made in my entire life was saying 'bye Megan' to my son's girlfriend Caitlin, after she'd been staying with us for Christmas. I have no idea why I said it. I don't know anyone called Megan and my son wasn't cheating on her with a girl called Megan. But I said it. And no amount of me saying 'sorry, I meant to say Caitlin' persuaded her that DS didn't have a secret GF called Megan. They split up shortly afterwards.

We lived in the South of England when my wee boy was a baby. He has a cracking Scottish name but being from the West of Scotland we often referred to him as "the wean".

I've had several Christmas cards written out to "Zombie, Mr Zombie and Wayne"

I went to a corporate do as a guest of someone who worked for the company in question.

He duly introduced me to his colleagues as 'Claire'. I'm not Claire. And the person who took me as his guest was my then-boyfriend (and now my husband!)

He still has no idea how he managed to use the wrong name ...

When I practiced law, a certain judge thought my name was Miss X when it was Miss Y. The real Miss X is absolutely gorgeous so I just let it go!!

My name is Maggie......according to my NDN. It's been 10 years.

This does remind me of my stupidity. When I moved to the north east, I sometimes found the Geordie accent difficult to understand. A colleague often spoke about his girlfriend and would say "worlass is great at cooking" or "worlass is ill" etc. Whilst pulling up my judgy pants I announced to a friend that I thought it was child abuse that this poor girl was called worlass by her parents. My friend had to explain he was saying ' wor lass' as in 'my girl'

Of course you're Val, such a lovely name Valerie and you have a great song by the Zutons named after you .

My hairdresser calls me Tina, my name begins with R so a big difference. Can't be bothered correcting her now as she's been cutting my hair for years!

My neighbour has called me another version of my name for over 13 years now. It sounds totally different and has a very different feel to my actual name but I have given up trying to correct him. His wife calls me the correct version which somehow makes it more amusing

When the children were small our NDN was a lovely old lady who looked like the stereotypical granny; white hair, glasses, etc and being of a certain generation called herself Mrs Jones. Eldest DC must have been 2 or 3 years old and was at the time a Postman Pat fan. One day we had stopped for a chat with Mrs Jones, as we left DC shouted loudly “Bye bye Mrs Goggins”. I was embarrassed, she looked perplexed and he kept it up for months, I couldn’t convince him that the lady next door wasn’t the postmistress from Postman Pat , to be honest I could see the resemblance

DS(4) enjoys chatting to the neighbours, a couple in their 80s next door. But he gets their names mixed up 100% of the time and calls the lady Ted and the man Betty.

My mum used to get called Margaret all the time, by lots of different, unconnected people.

She was a Joan so nowhere even near!

She just answered to it in the end.

A woman who lives down the road always calls me Mary. I have no idea why but I don't bother correcting her. The rest of her family use my real name so they must wonder who she's on about if she mentions me!

I work in a school so am always being called by the wrong name, usually another member of staff. The best was a young lad who greeted me with 'hello Mister Smith' rather than 'Mrs Gark'. There is no Mr Smith at the school.
Only this morning Mr Gark told me that a chap who he sees when walking the dog has decided his name is Richard. Mr Gark's name does not start with R and has more syllables. But after Chatty Chap had called him 'Rich' three times in one sentence he gave up trying to interrupt and just accepted he is now Richard!

I had an elderly great aunt and uncle growing up who were always known as unisex random words nicknames that had nothing to do with their actual names - Think ‘Teddy and Buffy’ or ‘Bunter and Mungo’. When one of them died my mum realised she didn’t know which was which, so she didn’t know who to address the card to...

My name is quite unusual, so people substitute it for a name that sounds vaguely like it that they’ve heard before. I just go with it. I quite like having many identities.

My grandad used to call me by a name similar to my actual name, think Kathleen and Katherine. My mum tried correcting him as a girl called Kathleen who was a friend of my mum’s drowned in a swimming pool when she was young. My grandad persisted in calling me Kathleen. Needless to say we’re not overly close.

My name is a bit unusual and old fashioned but not excessively so. It’s not a short name - has three syllables. However I’m often called other names that begin with the same letter, and they are invariably longer and more unusual than my name - think names you might find in stories or fairy tales. Perhaps people think I’m odd.
My mother in her later years persistently called me her sister’s name, and called my daughter my name.

My names not Val,either, but I have, inexplicably, been called Val for the past 3 years by my very lovely 80+ neighbour, as she slides into dementia...
Why Val, btw?

She's now at the stage where she's losing vocabulary, and my Christmas card yesterday was addressed to You Know Who You Are, from Molly*

ahhhh..

*not her real name,obv.

@Squirrel26; your post just reminded me that my parents used to have friends (a married heterosexual couple) called Mike (the DH) and Dave (the DW). I'd known them ever since I was a small child, so, even though I knew that Dave/David was a male name, it never crossed my mind that it was slightly odd. It wasn't until I was in my mid-30s, when 'Dave' died, that I discovered that her real name was Davina. Such a lovely name to be shortened to Dave - I never found out why either.

My lovely friend volunteers with the elderly and somehow through miscommunication the coordinator thought she was a single mother. She’s not she’s been married for years to a wealthy chap. The lady told all the other elderly service users who think she is very “strong” and kind to volunteer in her position.. Being English my friend cannot correct them so nods along and is now going to have to introduce her baffled dh as a new man should she ever bump into any of them

The barman at our local pub - where we visit on average once a fortnight - always calls dh Dave. This is not HD's name. Weve been visiting the pub since we moved here some 13+ years ago. We've no idea why. He did seem to figure it out once and used dh's real name for a while, but has reverted back to `Dave. He uses my and dd's names fine, and via the pub SM seems me online, and therefore will see dh's name written down occasionally.

However, we are very British stereotype about it. He just accepts he is called Dave at those times instead of correcting him. It's been going on too long now!