I just need a bit of a rant, because this crap is driving me mad, I'm sorry it's probably going to be really long.
For as long as I can remember I've been depressed and had all sort of social problems, I've begged and pleaded for help and gotten fobbed off. I've been a self harmer
since age 11, nobody in the mental health system has offered me any help. I think the best I've gotten is a mandatory couple of sessions with a school councilor who
asked me some bizarre questions about whether voices in my head were telling me to cut myself and then telling me to basically get over myself when I said there were
no voices.
Of course years and years later, I figured out on my own that it was in fact GID that was screwing with me.
So I did my research and thought ok, this is straight forward...go to GP....ask for a referral to gender therapist....see therapist...get T, ok, simples.
It's been almost 2 years since I first asked a GP for a therapist referral and I still don't have one. I've seen loads of different doctors in 3 different cities and
gotten squat. I have physically handed GP's contact information for nearby gender clinics and therapists and they've promised to call....I wait and wait for a letter
saying I have an appointment, and nothing.
I finally decided to take the private route, forked out a crapload of money, traveled across the country and sorted it out myself.
Throughout all this I have remained calm and fine about the whole situation, I just think to myself that I'm lucky to have a national health system at all.
Then I got pregnant, and SUDDENLY, I have social workers and GP's and therapists coming out of my earholes. My medical records have documented every time I have told a
GP I'm depressed, every call to A&E after my cutting has gotten out of hand, and of course...my GID.
This has deemed me a "danger" to my unborn child, and I am now being forced to see all sorts of shrinks and social workers. They are threatening to take the baby away
so I have to jump through all sorts of hoops to get them to decide I'm fit to raise my own child.
They are up my ass every second of every day and I can barely pick my nose without some sort of health professional somewhere looking at me disapprovingly and jotting
it down in some "reasons to take baby away" notebook.
My social worker knocks on my door at random times to "check if I'm doing ok" when in reality he's just looking for reasons to condemn me. If I happen to be still asleep when he knocks at 9am and I answer the door in my PJ's I get a speech about not looking after myself and heaven forbid if there's any dishes in my sink, I'd understand if I was running a crack den but for christ sake are a few dirty dishes and getting up at noon the end of the world? I'm pregnant, I'm tired, I'll get up and do my dishes when I bloody well feel like it.
I get letters through my door for mandatory psyciatric assesments and at first I thought AWESOME, I finally get to talk to a shrink about how I feel. Not so awesome, the woman they make me see has no clue about GID and goes on and on at me about "doing what's best for the child" and encouraging me to stop "pretending to be a man" - it all goes in the "reasons to take away the baby" notebook and I get chewed out by my social worker and midwife over crap I've said in the therapy sessions.
I ask them why they are doing this to me and they reply with "we're just making sure you are getting the support you need"
SUPPORT? Don't talk to me about support, this is not support, this is unfair judgement and I am forced to hide who I am in order to be able to keep my baby. They are giving me the exact opposite of support and causing me all sorts of stress and anxiety.
It's made worse by the fact I'm having a girl. I'm hearing all sorts of rubbish about "making the child like me" - as if I chose to have GID, and second of all, would wish it upon my daughter too.
I pray to the gods she really is a girl but I'm not going to influence anything either way. Most of the clothes I've bought for her and they way I've decorated the nursery are fairly neutral and they are taking this as me completely rejecting any notion of femininity for her. If she CHOOSES to be a super girly girl then that's fine by me, but I don't want to vomit pink frillyness all over her just because she's a girl. Why doesn't anybody get this? Drives me NUTS.
Ok rant over *deep breath*