Devora, or Deborah as my iPad thinks you are called
- I have a 'forrin' name which gives away my identity though my skin is light enough to pass for a dark haired british national.
I have learned to lightly say, 'yes, my name is --- - that isn't a problem, is it?' Inevitably hasty 'no, not!' with a touch of 'gosh, she is touchy!' are passed back.
However, I have to admit my life would have been easier - a lot easier - if I was called jane or sarah or Elizabeth. I constantly have to explain myself, my name, my nationality. It's tedious, and whilst I'm not ashamed of any part of it I long, frequently, to just blend in.
Sometimes, you can't blend in. Your skin colour or who you love or what you want to look like is more important. That's okay.
But, choosing for your child to stand out, to be different, to be stared at and laughed at and mocked, is difficult for me to understand.