I stand awkwardly in the hallways of the office while my mom speaks to the therapist first. Initially I don't do anything, but I couldn't resist some eavesdropping.
"He acts just like a ordinary boy, but he says he wants to be a
girl. He plays video games... those shooter type ones too."
"Any sports?"
"No, not really. he keeps resisting" (True, I hate sports)
I get unnerved and move away from the door, worried that one of them will notice that I was listening.
Eventually it's my turn. I don't remember all of it, but...
He introduces himself, and hands me his card, which I nervously play around with for the rest of the session.
"So can you tell me about your family? Their occupations?"
"My mother was an accountant, my dad's an mechanical engineer, my sister's a 8th grader."
"And you're a sophomore correct? College is coming up soon; Do you have any plans?"
"Well, I used to want to be an aerospace engineer, but I'm reconsidering something involving more creativity."
"Engineer.. so you admire your father..."
"Well, not really..."
"Well, you must be on good terms with your mother. After all, she brought you here."
"...They
did beat me as a kid"
"So sometimes you feel like you want to be a girl."
"That's right."
"Why?"
"I don't know for sure. But when I dress like one I get a warm, happy feeling..."
"I see. How are your friends? Their genders? Have any girlfriends?"
"My friends are split 50/50; I hang out with guys, but I don't trust them with any emotions. I've never had a girlfriend. I did have friends until recently since everyone used to make fun of me up until middle school."
"I see. Do you mast-"
"I'd rather not talk about that"
"Where do you get your clothes from?
"My mother's closet and sister's. I don't do it anymore because when I look in the mirror... Well when you're 13, you haven't hit puberty yet. I can still pass. Now it's been too long... I just can't I'm disgusted. And one of my fears is that I'd be middle aged and crossdressing, the image, argh.."
"How much do you know about this?"
"I've helped 2, 3, women... change into men. So I know about it. Now you're still young, we still change your mind with hypnosis. You have to want to change though. You want to change, don't you? Think about how disgusted your sister would be if she found out you went through her underwear. I mean, it is pretty harmless - no one's going to get hurt by wearing a superman costume at home, but if you wear it outside of home, people will think you're crazy."
Sometime later he invites my mother in, saying all this is because I'm confused when I see that boys and girls are different. He says I should do more sports and develp a more manly body to boost my self-esteem. (I look at him like he's crazy, that's exactly what I've been trying to undo for a year now) He strongly suggests changing me with hypnosis. At that point I sorta wanted to, to end my suffering. But after some reflecting I've decided not to. I'd be killing a part of myself. I might be crazy, but that crazy is me.
So what do you guys think? It sounded pretty unproductive to me