So at my very first gender therapy appointment a few weeks ago, I immediately requested for my therapist to diagnosis me as having GID and gender dysphoria so that I may qualify to obtain the letter of recommendation to begin HRT. After nearly two hours of this initial consultation, he agreed to this diagnosis, collected any information he would need from me to include in the letter for hormones and asked me if I began searching for endocrinologists on my own yet.
On my second visit, I took the initiative to bring in some documents I received in an email from an endocrinologists' practice that, turns out, my therapist has a good reputation with.
And this is super awesome and all...but when the heck can we get the ball rollin' here?! >.< I want to ask him more about the letter, but somehow we end up discussing more about my crummy financial status than the letter. But truth be told, from an unbiased point of view of my chicken ->-bleeped-<- life scenario, I think he is right for focusing on this more than the letter because in my situation I cannot even imagine doing HRT where I live. If I become self-sufficient, then HRT will be more of a reality. Other than severe health troubles like dialysis and lupus, my pops is the hugest gatekeeper of all to My Promise Land of Testosterone, so to speak. His exact, one time words, regarding this matter was, "If you ever try to do anything with this stuff, you're outta my house for good..." And I never brought it up since and this was back in July, I think.
But I still can't help and think, "Man, I sure can't wait to not just
look man on the outside but to actually
be man on the outside also, as I already am man on the inside and always will be and nothing will ever change this.....Only thing left to do now is to bring what's on the inside together, in union and in harmony with the disconnect I have always felt since time began for me, on the surface."
~Nixy~
