Hi there,
'tis been a while since posting last. I was on here a lot five years ago and had some lovely messages of support. I stopped visiting here and posting after a course of interviews with the NHS. I was so exhausted by the experience that I just wanted to leave it behind and concentrate on finding a romantic partner to be with and improving my job prospects.
I'll try and keep this post as short as pos'. To anyone who has gone down the UK NHS route, or is going to, perhaps this might be of interest. In 2011 I started pestering my local GP (in Stafford) for a gender referral. Took me a year for them to refer me, and they only did so when I turned up to the surgery in a skirt and heels (no, really). A further year past where I was given the usual psychiatric review (and past it without any flags being raised regarding my psych). I was then posted to Nottingham GIC for the proper sessions with a view to a course of hormone treatment. I thought I was making progress with them, after two years of sessions with a Dr Mepham and Ms Richards. I was very open and truthful about being non-binary and how my feeling arose, etc. I wrote a lot of it down for them to read as well. Their eventful course of action was to ask...or rather demand that in order to progress - I had to change my name legally to something more female and also change my gender marker legally. I politely declined due to my job (which had an issue with staff bullying) and because I was non-binary and therefore swinging sharply towards female socially before a single hormone was administered wouldn't exactly strike a balance for me personally. They wouldn't budge however. And so, I quit the process. I regret my just dropping out rather than stating why, but I was honestly so saddened by their harsh terms, and I was receiving some criticism from amily and friends as to my feminine appearance.
Shortly after, there was a noticeable swing towards the Right in terms of world politics and viewpoints (Brexit, Trump and the UK General Election). And this traditionally isn't particularly helpful to institutions like the NHS or gender-rights in general. So although I was upset, I didn't formally complain or demand concrete reasons as to why they were essentially requesting a sort of old-fashioned social real-life test.... in 2015. In retrospect, I wish I had stood up for myself more. But I'm very concerned about how other people see me, and how I feel like a dirty, creepy fraud and a a crew-up, plus not wanting to inflict another blow on the NHS (however minor). It makes me feel like burying my true self and pretending it doesn't exist. Recently however, I feel like I have to tell them how I feel, so I've messaged Ms Richards (and will do with Dr Mepham) with an email asking for a complete breakdown of why they made such harsh and specifically difficult (for 2015) stipulations. Was it because I wouldn't change my name? Was it because I have a deep voice? Was it because they didn't believe my story? Was it because they needed to fulfil a certain quota?... They were very vague at the time, which was infuriating.
If anyone is interested in what I sent and the greater context, then please email me. I will also post the honest and genuine replies they send to me. I hope it may provided some guidance or clarity to others similarly essentially excluded from treatment or facing particularly stringent gatekeeping.
I've been watching a lot of Better Call Saul in recent years, and I see parallels in Jimmy/Saul's character whereby people keep writing him off as a corrupt bad guy until the prophecy essentially becomes self fulfilling. After a few decades of being told I wasn't manly enough (due to my delayed puberty and adolescence) and then being (effectively) told I wasn't feminine enough to be trans (because of my voice and early balding perhaps), it kind of makes you feel quite bitter about it all. I've spent 33 years with not being masculine enough or feminine enough for family, friends, girlfriends and the GIC and after all that no one really cares who I really am, and therefore I don't really care about anyone else anymore.