Bad: Today, the psychologist doing the groundwork for diagnosing me as transgender revealed something to me: Apparently, my personality and worldview are quite unusual. As in, they deviate from the standard Jane Doe model significantly. This has led the medical personnel to think that there's a significant risk of me developing psychosis if I went on HRT. So, it's pretty much 90% certain that my transition has been delayed with at least several years. Previously, it was only about 80%, given that these particular medical personnel are world champion-level gatekeepers.
Good: Their diagnosis is not my death sentence, and I can try again after a few years on the adults' clinic. I'm not actually insane by any measurement. I can now add "Official Weirdo" to my calling card. I've gotten more determined to make a better life for myself in the meantime. My parents are NOT authorized to know about this development. And I picked up some snacks along the journey.