I spent a lifetime (almost) absolutely and damnably hating my name.
When I was a child I asked my father why they called me that when my siblings all had nicer names. I am the oldest. There was no rhyme nor reason to call me that , no family history of it - and since he never called me by that name when I was a child, preferring to use a boys name instead, I wondered why.
He told me it was a strong name.
When he died I changed it by deed poll. It never suited me anyway, and my name now is more me. In fact when I hear the old name being said anywhere I don't feel an attachment to it at all, and people I know say the old name is just not me.
When my children were born I thought long and hard about how they would suit their names when they grew up, and thank goodness they all like the names I gave them, so that's a relief.
Does anyone else hate their birth name and if so did they do anything about it?