In South Australia there is a legal requirement to have psychiatric consults before GRS. I've completed my journey and tomorrow is my final consult to sign off as me.
Many of us reckon seeing a therapist is a waste, gatekeeping and tiresome. It is my body and I know what I want.
On reflection I had similar thoughts, particularly at times when I was asked really hard questions. Questions that made me face myself.
I had to deal with abuse and rapes. Family and work, insecurity and fear. Baggage that I did not always know that I carried.
On reflection (isn't that easy) I'm so glad I was pushed, torn, made to face my fears, my doubts, insecurities and tears.
I am I think a happier woman now facing her life and for dealing with all of that trauma.
My final consult. It was suggested in case I had post surgery depression. I don't have any, but I felt it niggling in my brain.
I'm taking a bunch of flowers for the girls behind the counter; they who made me a cup of tea when I was crying. Who made my appointments and told me a joke and gave me a hug when I needed it.
I was lucky, I went to a practice that helped me and cared for me - a practice that is vilified as being uncaring and abusive.
I'm having my last appointment tomorrow. I'm going there to say thank you.
The end of my journey: To say thank you.
Cindy