I was given the name Elizabeth. Everyone knows me as Beth. My Italian father and Irish-English mother named me after Saint Elizabeth. I was Bethy when I was young, but I have grown out of it. My older brother is the only one who can still call me Bethy and get away with it.
There are some recent acquaintances who have taken to calling me Bethy and I don’t mind all that much. Maybe because they are 10+ years older than I am. I guess from elders, it’s endearing. From peers and others younger than myself, it’s … I don’t know … patronizing? At least, unpleasant.