I feel very passionately about patronization. Negatively, often.
I´ve dealt with numerous "professionals" throughout my life, and I write that between quotes because I do not consider all people with that title actually professional. The older I get, the younger the professionals get: I have been in contexts where somebody ten years younger than me was telling me how to manage my life.
Most often these people are individuals who have studied about my situation and I am also very grateful to them for their interest and their willingness to help me. However. In my opinion, the most valuable knowledge people can have come from them overcoming difficult experiences - not three years of writing essays in Uni.
Recently the whole process around transgender dysphoria in this country has been really irking me. We have the lucky (but in my opinion fairly natural) access to insurance coverage of the entire process (theraphy, certain types of surgery, and some types of hormones). This nevertheless comes at an emotional price.
The price is not the waiting itself (although depending on the situation, they can vary from months to years). For me, the price is having someone "evaluate" the truthfulness of my assertion that I am a guy. Said professional will take six to twelve months to decide this for me - a time in which I have to "just deal" with dysphoria.
It´s unnecessary to state that I understand the necessity of evaluating someone´s assertion of their identity, but I don´t understand that the amount of time for this is a static measure (at least six months, after you´ve been on a waiting list for another six+ months). I´d be playing it down if I said that this enrages me.
Personally (and I don´t expect others to agree with me) this is an affront to my integrity, my age, and my ability to thorougly weigh a decision like transitioning. I have been through innumerable problems in my life including the struggle while recovering from 10+ years of abuse, I have shown myself over and over to be a sensible creature.
For them to just completely ignore this - in fact deny my victories - is something that will bring me close to the edge. Once again, I feel as though this system is impersonal - it´s me versus a big corporation, filled with people that don´t really know me - and once again, I find myself desperately hanging on to my last shred of sanity.