So, my psychiatrist is super supportive of my transitioning, but sometimes our sessions get kind of awkward...
Sunday night at work I had a severe dysphoric episode while using the men's restroom - I used it because someone was in the women's, and because, well, why not? It looks exactly like the women's room, just a mirror image, and I've used it before, but this was the first time since I've been binding and packing. Anyway, saw my psychiatrist on Monday, and told him about the incident. He asked me what I thought it was about, and I said I didn't really know. He said, "Woman.... uh... sorry... I think it's about the dysphoria, of course."
A few minutes later, I was telling him that a home health nurse who had done my wound care after a surgery a few weeks ago (non trans related surgery - had a spider bite that ended up needing surgery), who had asked me if I was gay, and I said yes.... He interrupted me and said, "So, you like men now?" I was like, "Huh? No." He said, "Well, you told her you were gay, so does that mean you like men?" I was like, "Dude! You don't get to call me 'woman' one minute, then get onto me for still identifying myself as a lesbian to a stranger who was about to hurt me cramming packing strip into a hole in my neck with a stick!"
I didn't say that to HIM, but said it to my gender therapist yesterday (she knows him well, they are in the same office). She said, "Yeah, I know he means well, but he doesn't get to identify you, YOU get to identify YOU." She said I've made a TON of changes in a really short amount of time after having buried this issue for many, many years. I've come out to some Facebook friends, changed my FB gender to trans, started binding and packing, even at work. Plus, I've just gone back to work after healing from the neck surgery and having been off for 5 weeks, so there's the stress of that. And going back having started packing and binding... catching a few people whispering and looking at me, then looking away real quick when they saw that I saw them.
I don't know, you guys... just some middle of the night rambling, I guess. It's like burying the feelings all of these years has made them that much stronger now that I've let them come up. I'm frustrated. I'm restless. I'm impatient. I hate this body. I want it to be different.