I have a long, somewhat "old fashioned" though not rare or odd, name (for obvious reasons, I'm not going to reveal it here). When I was born, my parents gave me this name (as often happened) but insisted on calling me a shorter version of the name. When I was about eight years old, I realized that my full name better suited me, so I asked everyone to call me that instead. Since then everyone--teachers, friends, acquaintances--called me by my full name (my real name). Everyone, that is, except my family, who still insist upon calling me the shortened version of the name. Now I'm in my mid-twenties and I don't just think the shorted version of the name doesn't fit me, I hate it with a passion. Every time I hear it, I get angry, and it shapes the way I interact with my family. I have asked them repeatedly since I stopped using the other name and to call me by my real name, and they brush it off. The name fits me less than it did before, and no amount of asking will get them to stop. This very obvious problem aside, I have a decent relationship with my family and don't want to completely cut them off and never see them again, but how can I make them see that they no longer have ownership over what I am called.