I lied to my first psychiatrist, sorta. I presented a really strong, confident air because I wanted him to prescribe for me, when I was anything but...because I felt like it had taken longer then I wanted to get the referral from my regular therapist to see him because I had been honest with her. I left with my scripts, but also feeling very, very alone. Friday I met a new one, someone to whom I didn't have to explain what the word Transexual meant before we could talk, and I didn't hold anything back. What's she going to do, take my hrt? Like hell.
There's something to be said for both sides, on the one hand the hoop jumping is silly for some, but necessary for others so what can we say? We are paying these people to care, why not give them the right information so they can care for the real person and not some made up individual? I'm not sure that it's possible to even imagine how hard this stuff is until you do it, and how quickly our male constructed, testosterone reinforced walls come tumbling down. I would think it would be worth it to have someone there who can see what's happening to the real you, not just some narrative you gave them.