Quote from: Richenda on August 29, 2016, 02:17:57 AM
V I realise when I posted my reply above I hadn't read up carefully your experience: I had searched for PAI so was posting about that.
I am so so sorry for you with what you have gone through. Would you be eligible for some corrective work under the NHS? They surely cannot leave you in a situation of such pain and with recurrent infections?
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Hey, bless you for the kind thoughts.

I did try to get help through my gp, but that didn't get very far.
He tried many tests and treatments, but we just couldn't sort it out. I think my body just really hated having SRS inflicted upon it, regardless of what my brain was thinking.
The original NHS issue was that (after referral by my gp) I was actually accepted for initial assessment at the Charing Cross GIC. This was way back in 2000, and even though I wasn't based in the London area, there were so few GIC's, that it was actually my closest NHS option, despite being a 3 hour train ride away.
My first appointment at Charing Cross turned out to be the single, worst, most humiliating and upsetting experience that I have ever had since starting on my 'trans journey'.
I wasn't actually living full time when I went there, and it was one of the first times I had been out dressed in female attire, wig, make-up, the works. It was a really big deal and a massive step I was taking, I was full of trepidation and slightly terrified, yet very driven to make the journey there.
When I arrived, the doctor I saw was very sharp, matter of fact and insensitive. During the appointment he asked me to remove my wig, which I reluctantly did. Then his phone rang and he told me to immediately go and stand outside his office so he could take the call. I did so, wig in hand, revealing my balding messy hair underneath.
This was a busy NHS hospital, and I was now standing in a main thrufare corridor, like some naughty school child, standing outside the classroom door. Plenty of people stared, some laughed and pointed.
I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole, remember this was one of my earliest trips away from home, presenting as female. After about 10 mins, a passing nurse took pity on me and took me down the corridor to a private side room with a mirror where I could re-tie up my hair and put my wig back on and sort my appearance out.
Then I went back to waiting outside the room, although I actually just wanted to run, run, run home as fast as I could.
The irony was that on conclusion of this first session, they offered me a follow-up appointment, hah (!) Yeah right, sorry but wild horses could not drag me back there. Not evah!
So I saved my money and went and saw Dr. Russell Reid, privately, instead, and experienced a completely different "treatment method", where I was treated with respect and compassion and care. Yeah, it was expensive, but make no mistake, Russell saved my life, he deserves a knighthood!
So with that, away went any chance I had of getting any gender-dysphoria related treatment from the NHS.
I did try though!