Our name is an important way of saying who we are and where we come from.  We can work with you to name your baby, welcome a new member of the family or mark your new name with a personalised ritual or ceremony.  Say out loud "My NAME IS....." and those you love will affirm your presence in the world 

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Trans and Non Binary folk - especially for you - we get it!

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Maxim magnus said (in Vogue)

I identify as non-binary; I explain this to people with a shorthand of “I don’t identify as either a man or a woman”, but this is a simplification of what it really means to me. At times I feel very drawn to one end of the spectrum or the other; it took a long time for me to find and understand the concept of being non-binary and recognise it as the most convenient term for myself. As I’ve said previously, my journey to identifying as non-binary started less as a “shift” from one gender to another, and more as a removal of all the gendered baggage that I’d collected over my life that made me uncomfortable or despairing. I only started to feel happy once I started offloading the stuff I didn’t need.

 

One of these things was my name. I didn’t have the most “masculine” name before (though, what is a “masculine” name?), but it felt mired in years of gender dysphoria and confusion. I’ve often joked with friends that my old name carried so much gender with it in my mind that it might as well have had a codpiece. After so much back and forth in my brain, so many instances where I had the truth on the tip of my tongue, it felt essential that I renamed myself. If I were being romantic, I might say that it was necessary for my rebirth, but that’s not entirely accurate. Renaming myself was a gift to myself; to claim that agency over my life was incredibly empowering, but it was also political....

At times, the gravity of changing my name felt quite daunting. Sometimes it was just a word. Sometimes it was the most powerful, most important thing in my world. On certain nights I would spiral while trying to fall asleep, worrying about losing my identity when I lost my old name. Eventually, though, I realised that these weren’t my worries exactly; they were absorbed predictions of what other people close to me might feel. I came to understand that I felt nothing but excitement for the change. Eventually it stopped even feeling like a change at all and closer to a reveal. 

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