Woo! Got a text message confirming that my clinic has faxed my GCS letter to Mt. Sinai! That's the good news.
Here's the bad news: I was in the clinic yesterday for facial abuse, and stopped in to my therapist's office to see what the progress was on the GCS letter. Not only hadn't it been sent yet (after asking for it seven days ago), but she had to search around for it. On top of that, I could see, from my side of the wall, that they'd spelled my name "Stephannie." It was all I could read, and I only caught it because it was on the page multiple times in capital letters. The lady promised to correct it and send it out that afternoon (which she apparently did). The kicker is she not only didn't give me a copy, but she didn't even let me read it.
I just did some research, and it turns out that I don't own my medical records.
Doctor or Patient? Who Owns Medical Records? So there's not much I can do about it except complain, which I intend to do. Something this important to my life should not be kept from my sight, even if I can't have a copy.
It's interesting that my therapist was outraged that my endocrinologist, who works in the same clinic, wouldn't give me the gender marker change letter until I presented my name change court order. She called it gatekeeping, and promised she'd look into it. And then she withholds my access to both my original HRT order and now the GCS letter. I'm starting to become disillusioned with this clinic, even though they specialize in transgender issues.
Grumble grumble...
But back to the first line: Yay!
Stephanie