You never had a problem calling me what I wanted.
You only have a problem when the name change threatens your worldview.

That’s not about them.
That’s about you.

If you’ve never had to fight to be called what you call yourself… maybe it’s time to ask why.

So why does everything suddenly get so complicated when Jessica says her name is Jack?

Because it’s not about the name.

It’s about control.
It’s about judgment.
It’s about your need to shove someone back into a box they’ve already outgrown—just because you can’t handle the truth of who they are.

Not once so far has anyone flat-out refused to call me by the name I chose. Not teachers. Not bosses. Not friends. They might ask, “Can I still call you Will?” And I’ll say, “Sure, it’s still my first name… but I call myself Matt.”

That was it. End of story.