Welp, I went to my GP to see about my testicular cysts... This week has been the worst it's ever been, even though I've been absolutely over the moon for having figured myself out finally.
My doctor is great, and we've talked about mental health and anxiety in the past. While we were talking, she said "I'm sorry, but if they get very bad, they may have to be removed." I said "No worries. I'm not all that attached to them, anyway". Well, that got her curious... in the end, it was easier to simply tell her how it was. I told her everything - my non-binary gender, feelings of body dysphoria... it just came tumbling out.
And OMG, she was incredible. So supportive and kind - she even said I made her day for being so profoundly happy when she usually deals with unhappy sick people! I must have the best doctor ever.
This was the first person I've told who wasn't close enough to be family, and I'm super-thrilled it was a positive result!!
