Hey all, Maka here again asking for some help.
Okay, so a few weeks prior to this, I told mother I wanted to see a gender therapist because I thought I was transsexual. (In truth I'm almost positive I'm transsexual.) After some displays of my tears and displays of how she has little knowledge on the subject, she came to me the next morning telling me I had an appointment with the therapist she goes to, because he's worked wonders for her in all of the problems she's had. So I went to the first appointment with mother in the room. It was basically just that initial meeting where he learns everything he can about your history, life story and personality. There was little to no reference as to why I was actually there. Understandable, I mean it's good that he bothers to get to know me. One week later I went to see him again, this time on my own. The first half of the hour-long appointment he asked me about where I plan to be in the future, careers, etc. Basically what I wanted to do with my life. To me this seemed a little irrelevant, but I guess he's the therapist, not me. And as great a therapist he's supposed to be, I can't help getting the feeling he's no GT. (I assume this stands for gender therapist?) He's supposed to be impartial to my decision, but the questions he asks me, and the manner in which he does so, it just makes me feel like he's just one more person I have to convince, one more person trying to tell me I'm wrong.
As it were, mother was the one who set up the initial appointment, and the first to explain the "problem." And I know for a fact that she desperately does not want me to be trans, not in the way where she flat out tells me she won't support me if I am. She will, says she'll still love me regardless. But it's as the saying goes, "people believe what they want to believe." And she firmly wants to believe I'm not trans. So she keeps finding bits of "evidence" to cling on to to support her. Yesterday she told me I couldn't be trans because she had been reading about it and "nearly all of those people knew it back when they were like toddlers. And you were so, not." *eyeroll*
Anyhow, after my appointment yesterday, the therapist told me I had to write down the similarities and differences between a cisgendered man (not the word he used, kind of doubt he's ever had a trans client before.) who is beautiful however still male, and a transwoman, or as he phrased it, "a male bodied person who believes they are female." This feels like a test he does not want me to pass, and this irks me. Anyhow, do any of you have any suggestions as to what I should say to this man to get it through his thick skull that I am in fact a girl?
Thanks again, with passion, Maka