Today I got up super early and caught a coach for a four hour trip to a large city, where I was to meet with a new psychiatrist. My new endocrinologist, before refering me to him, told me that I would only have to see him once, and that once I'd done so, I could then go that very same day to see him (the endo) again, and get started on T.
Having to make the large trip, I planned to go back in a couple of weeks to see the endo, since I couldn't fit it all in the same day. Well, after meeting my new psychiatrist, we went through the usual psych trawl 'how was your childhood?' 'Do you dislike your body?' etc, and I thought I was all done. I was then informed by him that I would have to go back and see him for twelve months of psychiatric treatment.
This totally threw me off, and on the verge of tears I managed to get out that I'd been told I would only have to see him once, then I could start HRT. You know what he did? He laughed at me.
The SOB then asked me if he could call my mother, and tell her all about what he advised for me, which I refused. At the time I was too in shock (and crying) to really get out why, but god damnit, my mother has nothing to do with this! She is behind me, has written countless letters to say so, and on top of that, I'm the one who paid for the trip to and from this place (eight hours all up) and I'm the one who pays all of my medical bills, and whose choice it ultimately is to be who I want to be.
But now I feel completely crushed. I've been out for twelve months as it is, and seeing doctor after doctor since then trying to get on HRT. I've been stabbed in the back by one psychiatrist, told by an endocronologist that there's nothing he can do, passed through three GP's and now 'misinformed' by my new endo, and given a twelve months schedule by my new psych, who I won't be going back to on account of him being a jack-arse.
I just can't take any of this anymore. I feel like all of the life has gone out of me. I no longer want to be with my boyfriend, because I can't handle another twelve months of being with him in the body of a woman, and I don't think I can stomach to see another doctor or psych of any kind.
As far as I can see, this is the end.
I'm out.