Hey everyone, I could really use some of your great advice and comforting pats on the back right about now. Its 5am but I couldn't sleep any longer, I have too many dumb thoughts weighing down on me right now. What triggered it all is I'm having my next visit to the GIC in Oslo next monday (7 days from now), and I'm just a complete ball of nerves about it..
1. My main concern is not progressing, due to their track record with me. (WARNING: Lots of emotional Rambling)
This is the only place one can legally get HRT and covered surgery in all of Norway, and I had such a hard time gaining their 'trust'.. First contacted them when I was 18, thats actually close to 8 years ago now that I had my very first appointment. I've always been very shy and nervous, but at that time in particular I was absolutely terrified after just having come out to friends and family as the real me and facing the prospect of transitioning; it was such a daunting thing to undertake, even though I knew that it was the only right path for me.. I had 45 minutes there for what I hoped and expected would finally be someone who knew of the things I was feeling, and who would offer me support and guidance in where to go next.. I wasnt confident, I wasnt particulairly feminine and I certainly wasn't pretty.. I still had the taste in clothes of my teenage self that had only been slightly feminized by the adition of a few clearly female items into my otherwise androgynous clothing style.
What I got was 5 minutes of two women checking me out, asking me a few simple questions and stating that I wasnt 'ready'. Then I was sent packing -after 5 minutes of a 45 minute appointment I had waited 9 months for- without a shred of advice on how to proceed; no pointing me towards a therapist with trans experience, no nudges towards support groups, not a shred of helpful information.. 18 year old me was even less brave, intellegent and articulate than 25 year old me.. So I completely shattered. When I stood outside the GIC after my '5 minutes of fame' I felt every little droplet of hope that I could be happy as me -hope that had been carefully collected and built up my my dad and I over the last few months- just completely dried up. For 4 years after this I was as lifeless as a still healthy human can be, and I gave up on my carefully budding transition..
But I did manage to get back on the horse 2 years ago, and had to fight them for over a year and a half -while living full time- before they finally let me start HRT.. So after all this text (sorry!) here is whats eating at me the most; it took them 7 years from my first showing up until they let me start HRT, nearly 2 years of living full time with no medical assistance.. So when I go to my meet with them in 7 days, what progress could I possibly expect? I feel awful for being such a jealous horror, but I see so many who get to start HRT long before they even come out to their very closest family members, and certainly before they present as female to the whole world.. What is it about me that makes me not deserve this treatment from the professionals? Even within my own country others have completed their surgical transition within 2 years of coming out.. I'm 2 years full time and 8 years out to all my family and friends, yet still haven't got my SRS scheduled and only started HRT 3 months ago.
I can only asume I was the only insecure and shy 18-year-old to ever get in touch with them at the time, cause there is NO other excuse for being so cold to a person and not even afford her the time she was promised when she travelled 8 hours to see them.. I'm amazed at how confident and secure other 18-yos must be when they go there and face those women of steel, yet manage to break through and get what they need..
2. I'm worried about my voice. I have been struggling so much with making it sound good, it feels like I'm back in school and trying to get a handle on maths all over again; I study so hard and give it my very best effort, but it just seems to be beyond my abilities.. My concern is that when I see them next week, my only very minor progress vocally will cause them to hold me back and not progress my treatment at all.. In the last few months I've really progressed as far as passing visually; don't think most people notice at all anymore unless I open my mouth.. But the voice is my great barrier, and I simply need more time to work on it.
3. ..as the icing on the fustration cake I still have a big case of the loneliness, that I'm having a very hard time shaking. I miss dating so much and it has been so very long since I did it, but my experience with my last relationship means I just cant face another one with the wrong genitals.. Next time I do it I want it to be in a body I'm comfortable with, and how distant that is all depends on my GIC meeting in 7 days. I feel like so much is riding on what amounts to 1 hour 30 minutes of two people I don't know leafing through some papers and asking me some base questions about how I'm doing..
I would so love your thoughts on this everyone! And I'm sorry for being rambly and longwinded, this is coming from a very emotional place as I'm in an absolutely dreadful state right now.. Just a ball of nerves and tears

. I think just typing it out helped me get out some of the fustration at how betrayed I feel by the people at the GIC..