So earlier today, before deciding again, that I want to stop dialysis forever until I die, I text my therapist that I've had enough therapy. What really upsets me about this is how nonchalant he seemed about it. As if I would just come crawling back to him in no time soon enough.
Another thing that upsets me is how he is almost impossible to reach by either text, email and by phone. In other words, he is never there when I need him most...ever!
I understand wholesomely, that he sees other clients besides me, ok? But he never returns these things after weeks of sending them! Like, what the hell?!
You know, even though he never charged me a cent for his services it sure as heck seemed one-sided enough.
And even though our sessions were supposed to be more geared towards gender-related junk, I wanted him to help me explore whatever sexuality I have left in me. But that never happened and probably never will.

I want to not feel like a freak for wanting to take on the gender roles of a heterosexual man, not a butch lesbian, you know? Like my cis brothers. I hate them so much because they can be with their wives and not get chewed out for it the way I would for being with a woman in a heterosexual way.

Anyway, I got what I really wanted; the letter of recommendation for HRT. The issue here though is that I keep pushing the date back to see my endocrinologist. Why? Cause his office is a pain and they are lazy and do not answer my phone calls during business hours all the time like they should. And get this? My therapist recommends them. Utter disappointment is all I have to say. I mean, I at least was able to get the letter. But honestly, what
is the point of therapy anyway? Just to sit down and waste some one else's precious time to talk about your problems with them, who'd rather be doing something else if they could.
Sorry for being a huge bump on a log, but I tend to get this way when I've had enough....