My name is Dyana and it’s pronounced as the name Diana. Had I grown up in America, very few people would get this wrong but in this country, the name is mispronounced with the Filipino accent and is often said as “Jana or Dee-yah-nah.” This isn’t going to be a typical rant about people with unique names and how they’re misspelled and mispronounced all the time. It goes beyond that. All my life, I’ve thought of my name as too common yet uncommon as well. There are many Diana’s in the world but I’ve never met one with the same spelling as mine. The closest has been a few girls named “Dyan” but no one really gets this wrong.
As I write this article and think about my name, I can’t help but feel a bit of disdain for it. There is a sense of detachment when I think of my name. Like, it’s not really personal though I think it should be. I wish my parents never gave me this name. Heck, I’ve had this name for 20 years now and hearing it is still strange. I know it’s really weird to say that but it’s true. I probably wouldn’t have minded if it was spelled a traditional way like Diana/Dianne/Diane/Dyan but I don’t like what they gave me. I would have rather been named another traditional name for girls like Christina, Andrea, Sarah, Danielle, or something classic. I don’t know if anyone else feels like this but I’ve always felt that there is something off about my name. I would change it in a heartbeat if I could. It doesn’t help that my second name and surname are also “unique” and often misspelled and mispronounced. Maybe I just hate my whole name in general. And yet, despite trying out other nicknames, I’ve always responded best to ‘Dyana.’ Maybe this is some messed up version of Stockholm Syndrome.