While I am at it, I wonder what my life would have been like had I not been saddled with the horrible name of Lillian, and been called something cool like Lisa or Lynn.
Lillian was an old ladies name. Everyone, and they would all let me know when we were introduced, had a grandmother, great aunt, or other elderly relative named Lillian.
I didn't meet another Lillian who wasn't at least 60 years older than me for a long, long time.
Even when I started calling myself Lill, people would say, is that, like, short for Lillian?
My childhood was definitely affected negatively by that name. For example, remember Romper Room? Remember the magic mirror? "I see Debbie, I see Susan..." A Lillian was NEVER spotted, and you can’t imagine how traumatic that was for me.