I just got back from my first appointment with a doctor, after seeing a few nurses. I knew it would take a few appointments to get a t scrip, but this is just ridiculous. After waiting a month for this appointment, the damn thing lasted about ten minutes, during which all we did was go over the assessment I did at my first appointment at this clinic. Which wasn't any fun, either -I'm not particularly keen on talking about really personal things with a complete stranger, let alone being asked the same things by three different strangers now.
I know I'm pretty lucky in the grand scheme of things. But I'm getting really sick of trying to convince a bunch of cis people that I'm trans enough for treatment. Last time, the nurse asked me what sort of behaviors I had that were 'male' - aren't we supposed to be past that kind of gender essentialism?! Now I have to convince this doctor who doesn't know me that I'm serious enough about transitioning, as if people do this just for fun - including that my life is 'stable' enough to handle it. Of course my life isn't stable! I'll lose my job when I come out, my family will probably disown me - you know, the stuff that generally comes with being trans - and none of it will get any better until somebody from Upon High decides to give a ->-bleeped-<-. Support groups aren't going to get me a new job - passing will.
At this point, I'm lying to my doctor and telling her the things I know she wants to hear to speed up the process. The same old trans narrative like a bloody Oprah special. Aren't these people supposed to be helping?!