I have had my head buried in the sand for most of my life, hoping that when I took it out things would have changed. They have. I am older, uglier, my friends seem to be getting on with their lives and doing ok. But that's all the change I see.
I guess I am starting to panic a bit after reading a news post on her about being Transgender at 60+ and then watching a piece on Youtube about it. I am not quite there but, yeah I am worrying a lot.
Anyway, I finally called my Dr today hoping to get an appointment for today or tomorrow so I can ask, beg, tell them I need to see a Gender Therapist. I had called a bit too late in the day and they had no appointments left and was told I can't pre-book for tomorrow, I have to call on the day. That means getting my lazy backside out of bed in time to make the call.
With the way referrals work in the UK from the information I gave garnered from the web, it can take a year or more to get to see such a therapist. That would make me almost 50. I keep hearing people say it's never to late, but I honestly fear that my ship sailed a long time ago.
I have been out of work for about 28 of the 32 years since I left school, I am socially inept, prefer my own company most of the time and hate the world in general as I never felt I actually fitted in. I still struggle with my OCD and agoraphobia and can't even think of trying to get a job. Also, I don't feel I was born in the wrong body and don't think I am female, I just hate being male. I do however, go to bed and hope that I would wake up a woman. I know that will never happen and that no matter how much money I ever had to spend on surgeries, I would still be ugly. (You can't make a silk purse out of a sows ear) I'd post a headshot of myself but I would get warned for posting something horrific.
Perhaps I am just more dysphoric today than ever even though I haven't been officially diagnosed. Heh, I even took some tests for Aspergers online and scored 39 and 41 respectively. They said anything over 34 and it might be possible that I have that. I know...I know...I know... self diagnosis is not a good thing but I am trying to help myself by trying to figure out just what is wrong with me while waiting to get to the Dr and then Therapist.
On a positive note, I did something I never thought I would be able to. I walked to my local hair salon. I have been getting my balding hair cut there for the past 12 years. I know they used to have a nail technician so I asked about manicures. They don't actually have one there at the moment but hope to by Christmas. The price for a manicure is £15-20 and that there shouldn't be a problem doing my nails, even though I am obviously a guy. I was actually proud of myself for being able to even just ask about that. Little things like this do seem like I scored a touchdown but I am still far behind and I can't afford to lose this battle.