Sorry for the lack of updates recently; I haven't gotten myself to make a real post.
I really need help right now. I'm scared and almost panicked. At my last appointment with the psychiatrist, even though I was sure I'd have plenty of time, I didn't have time to talk about the most important - trans - issues with him, because I had decided to talk about my ADHD first, since school was about to start. But it was already urgent that I talked to him... Now, it just sound like it's too late. Catastrophe has happened. You can bury the dead.
I started begging for transition two years ago. I was forced to stall. I started seeing the "specialist" psychiatrist this January. Still haven't been able to talk seriously about transition with him. He keeps directing us away at stupid-ass things like my so-called personality disorders.
Even when I started seeing him, I was still in the lucky tray. But since last June, puberty has hit another spike, even though I'm already 20.
Beard has doubled. Estimated cost: additional 1000$ electrolysis. But that had already started.
Since the start of the summer, these terrible, suicidal-state-inducing changes have occurred at a frightening speed:
My Adam's apple, whilst small and almost invisible before, is now huge. Estimated cost: 3000$ for a tracheal shave. DO I LOOK LIKE I HAVE EVEN ONE THOUSAND?!
Voice broke. Yeah. I was lucky, right? Still a girl's voice at 20. Well, it's broken. My hopes, destroyed. Songs I used to sing beautifully two months ago are in an ugly falsetto. I can't stand to talk anymore, so I just shut up. Every words feels and sounds like crap, like an utmost failure of my whole self. Estimated cost: ->-bleeped-<-ING INVALUABLE x1000.
Hair on the top of my head has thinned enormously. Estimated cost: ->-bleeped-<-ING INVALUABLE.
Rib cage has grown a lot. It was already too big. I know because I need a lot of strength to pin my arms WHERE THEY ->-bleeped-<-ING BELONG, on my waist. Estimated costs: ->-bleeped-<-ING INVALUABLE.
Libido has increased tenfold, to my greatest dismise. Estimated cost: my happiness daily.
Aggressivity has increased tenfold or more, and it's 100% outside my personality. Estimated cost: my happiness daily.
My right hand is taking on a frighteningly masculine shape, with all bones, joints in particular, thickening hugely. Estimated cost: ->-bleeped-<-ING INVALUABLE.
My skin is getting really thick. Estimated cost: discomfort with every movement.
Muscle strength and size is just going up like there's no tomorrow. Estimated cost: my happiness daily.
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What the hell should I do? Someone bring me a time machine or something. I can't believe my body is self-destructing so fast. One season and it's a nightmare. Is there some way to cancel recent changes?
WHAT CAN I DO? I have an appointment with my family doctor on Tuesday, but how can I convince her? She'll say it's not in her juridiction. How can I convince her I need a ->-bleeped-<-ing anti-androgen prescription YESTERDAY?
Waiting for my next psychiatrist appointment is out of question... IT'S IN ->-bleeped-<-ING NOVEMBER.
I want to cry, but I think it's the androgens' fault I can only growl in rage. I wanna sue that psychiatrist's ass so bad right now. I want a hug.