I've already ridden about seven thousand miles. I traded my second Corvette for a Harley Davidson Fat Boy mid-summer 2019. I've worked in medical records, Health Benefits Department, Billing, the IT department and retired as the Personnel Security Manager for the hospital. I'm a 71 yr old guy, who had worked in Naval Hospital Camp Lejeune for 28 yrs and now retired as of 31 Dec 16. There are still things that aren’t settled, but I know in time all be complete. Most of all I love my Father in Heaven and my wife that I have. What you see today is a totally different person than before. That’s not to say, if you call me Larry, I won’t answer, but just know I don’t exist in that life anymore. Jim came forth out of the cocoon, no longer a worm, but a butterfly. I’ve learned a bent ear is better than a wagging tongue. I’m no longer capable of judging someone for their misdeeds or circumstances. In the end I’ve become more stable and more understanding of others and their plights. Through it all, I gained a new life and a new identity. I made a lot of fringe decisions which I won’t divulge, but suffice to say I did successfully work through them. I was diagnosed with anxiety attacks and severe depression by my psychologist. My fifties were filled with anxiety attacks, which the first time that happened I was at work and wanted to run away, but my being said to stay put and work through it, which I did, but the depression afterward was horrible. Now, when I went through puberty, I thought at times I was dying from a pimple epidemic. I went through MANopause, I guess you could call it. My fifties was not the best decade of my life. I said, just call me James, which eventually was shortened to Jim. Now was my opportunity to start the change-over process. It didn’t take long to be told I could not be called by Larry, because they told me they already had one. When I reported in I knew there was a member of the staff that went by Larry. 2002, after about 13 years into Civil Service I was hired into the IT department. Suffice to say when you spend that many years in one place you grow to look the part of the “Mr.” status. Rowe, which took some getting used to, but that’s another story. When I started Civil Service I was called Larry and 28 years later I was called Mr. So, why was I not called by my first name to begin with? Well, as best I can tell, my mom wasn’t into calling “Jim” and having dad and me come to her beckon call for one of us or the other. However, James, or Jim, have a more solid quality. I equate it with something less than a solid masculine name. All my life up until 2002 I was called by my middle name, which I don’t care to use. Therein lies the foundation of all the confusion. Over the last few years confusion has arisen among friends and relatives as to my change of the name I’m called by.įirst, my name is James Larry.
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