Earlier this week I went to a great talk on digital identity. It was particularly interesting for me because over the weekend I changed my Twitter name. It felt strange at first to me and evidently caused a lot of confusion for my followers
“Why are you calling yourself Tom?” has been the standard response.
After a fairly horrendous (to me, but I suspect average) adolescence, I emerged not really liking myself.
I arrived at university with one thought burning in my mind: no one knew me there. I could be anyone I wanted and the easiest way to do this was to give myself a different name.
So I told my new friends that everyone called me Tom because my surname is Sawyer.
I was Tom through uni, graduation, numerous boyfriends and several jobs. Then at some stage I stopped being Tom and reverted to being Abi.
It wasn’t my decision, I liked my moniker. The chap I was seeing wasn’t so much of a fan. But he is long gone. Abi is as much associated with him as it is with my teenage years. I wanted to reclaim the person I became in between and so, on Twitter at least, I will revert to being called Tom again.
Not so much changing my name, but rediscovering the person I once was.