and if so, what is/was it?
When I was growing up people use to call me “butch”. I have no idea why, I guess it had something to do with my haircut.
and if so, what is/was it?
When I was growing up people use to call me “butch”. I have no idea why, I guess it had something to do with my haircut.
My friends used to call me Big lol
Cash.
Started with my great grandmother when I was a munchkin. She always said I was her grandfather reincarnated. The toe blonde hair, the blue eyes, even swore I had moles in the same place.
I used that name for years. Some people know me solely by it.
Not a nickname as such, but I was called Magilla Gorilla or Toilet Brush Head.
Well yeah but I can’t really say it without giving up my IRL first name.
Yeah, I had a second nickname that would also give away my real name and could not list it as well.
Nope. Not going to tell. It was humiliating.
I’m really sorry to hear that @anon4362788. Negative nicknames suck. I went to four different high schools due to frequent moves and was bullied a lot.
Hopefully by now you know you’re awesome!
Only my friends are allowed to call me Hannah Banana
Well, it was actually from my mother. Stupid name for a baby that she never stopped delighting in telling people.
My mom used to call me Dil, like the pickle. No idea why. Also “little Dil.”
I can admit that one because it sounds nothing like my real name.
I was called CoCo in high school, but not anymore
My brother had a pocketful of names for me I’d rather not go into.
i’ve had so many nicknames, i would never be able to list them. in my freshman year of high school, i went by pretty much everything but my own name. otherwise, i have a nickname “Dash” which i’ve come to prefer to go by
My real name is unique enough I don’t often have people using them.
I have a condition called erythromelalgia and it would cause (among other places) my face to become very very red and painful when I got warm at all. Kids at recess noticed and called me Pinkus. It was super dumb and embarrassing.
My abusive father called me Skinnyweenie when I was young. Probably because I was so skinny then.
My abusive husband called me Little Coneja, which means female rabbit in Spanish. Probably because I have these two front teeth that are slightly too long.
Hippie. I had long hair. I used to occasionally hear, “Get a haircut”.
I had a nickname in high school that the formerly so called cool kids gave me. It was just plain dumb.
Now my dad calls me a variation of my first name. It’s an immigrant Swede thing to add a few letters to my name.
Guy at my park ranger job used to call me “Hoss”.