‘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?