The Dreaded DMV Story

‘Da Dreaded DMV story

Reading Atypical 60’s blog today reminded me of the nightmare I underwent when I moved to Connecticut.  It wasn’t the lines – although they were there.  It wasn’t the hot, heavy, rank smell of sweat, although that was there as well.  It was about the persecution of a woman that could never be done to a man, simply because, he was a man.

I had all my little documents in my hands as I spent a couple of hours in line, to be told to go stand in another line (well, this time I could sit).  When finally called up to the representative, I was told I had to provide proof of all the times I changed my name during my life.

That presents a few difficulties.  Two marriages, a business name, the name I used between marriages, the name I used after both ended. Oh, and my maiden name. Additionally, I am someone who has trouble staying put.  I’ve lived in about 15 places in my life.  My dad was a minister and they tend to be trotted here and there at the District’s/Bishop’s whim. So that was a few in New York and Connecticut.  I was born in Kentucky (1)  while my dad was in college.

Then there were my life choices. (2) A marriage and move to New Jersey. (3)A divorce with a name change but instead of using the American spelling of my maiden name, I chose the Norwegian spelling. A move to California and marriage a couple of years later (4). Since I was already using my business name (5), I incorporated it into my marriage name (6). Backtrack . . . We got married in Seattle, Washington. One more state of paperwork.  Then there was there was the eventual divorce number 2. I chose to adopt my grandmother’s maiden name because I wanted to honor my father but I was damned if I would ever take a man’s name again (7) once I had moved to Connecticut and the divorce was finalized. I am only grateful because I didn’t also have to provide proof of residence, just state, or it would have been another 7 or 8 places.  I am terrified that down the road I’ll have to show proof of my Facebook name or my email address or other internet names which will need to be included.

I had to go back to the DMV five times.  Each time it was to face the lines only to find out I needed something more or different or from another department in one state or another. Finally I had enough!!!  I called my State Representative and explained the persecution I was undergoing.  Within a week I was granted my license. I didn’t even have to stand in line.  However, when my renewal comes, I will have to finish this process DMV declares just.  I may take them to court.  I realize this has some vague connection to NATIONAL SECURITY but let’s be real – this is ridiculous!

I have one question?  Would this happen to a man?

3 thoughts on “The Dreaded DMV Story”

  1. Wow. I feel your pain my dear! I don’t think that WOULD happen to a man because men don’t have to change their names when they marry. Having to show proof is ridiculous. I would have told them to do a background check.
    Little things like this drive me nuts. You have to show proof of name changes but any half-wit can walk into a gun shop and buy a rifle or gun or ammunition. Don’t get me started!!!! XOXOXXO!

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