Hi Ayden and Brett. I very much appreciate you taking the time to reply. Your advice made sense.
I had ordered what I thought should be the correct size binders - one each - a black and a white one, so I must say I was worried when the dry cough and wheeziness kept recurring each time I wore them and hung around for a day or two or three.
I have seen my doc now and am relieved to hear there is no fluid build-up. She was extremely alarmed though to hear that I have been binding but of course understood my need to do so.
Regretfully, with my history (I never knew blood clots were a potential risk of binding until googling last night), I had to promise her that I wouldn't use them again and she begged me to talk to my psychologist who I see predominantly for pain management but we do discuss my trans issues too because of the overlap. My ongoing physical limitations and acute and chronic pain issues seriously hinder my ability to work out, which frustrates the h_l out of me when I'm trying to de-feminise my body as much as possible pre-T.
My doc and I are both aware that it will most likely be many months before my GIC referral appointment comes through. I am just glad to have some psych support in the meantime because I'm currently feeling like I'm losing my mind and that every aspect of my life is spiralling out of control.
No matter what treatments or surgeries we throw at my body, I can't stop it malfunctioning by growing extra bone in joints and tendons where it shouldn't be. I was informed last week that what was going to be my only option remaining - a lower limb amputation - might not help either because I could very likely grow unwanted bone in the stump that would cause major issues and pain with a prosthetic limb. Plus, I would most definitely be a candidate for phantom pain because I've had such major lower limb pain for 20+ years.
So, me finally acknowledging my trans identity this past year was a way to feel more at peace with myself, and feel like I have some control. Of course I want to pursue my transness (is that a word?) as I feel like I'm in no-man's land with a freaky body that doesn't match what my brain sees. I don't fit in and nobody knows quite how to address me which makes for uncomfortable situations. I'm just totally fed up with my body all-round and can't see a future at the moment, let alone one without pain. Sorry for sounding off. I just can't see a purpose at present.
My compulsion to bind when at work was one small way to feel a tiny bit less self-conscious and have a vague bit of control over my image. I have never seen my GP look so worried in the 10+ years that I have known her, so as much as it pains me to say it, I will heed her advice over binding unless circumstances change in the future. I will instead have to make do with a decent sports bra and Under Armour compression tops, which I hope will be better than nothing. I do wonder though whether the next size up binder, or a different make would not be so dangerous for me? I can mull over that and keep those options in mind for my GIC referral.
Sigh, why can't life be simple - if only I'd been born male. That would have been one less major thing to try and put right...