If something sounds too good to be true, it usually is.
Things definitely sound too good to be true lately. Am I dreaming and about to wake up? Is life pulling pranks on me?
My now ex-gender therapist called last week. He found one of his senior colleagues willing to take me on. A psychologist with years of experience in the trangender field under his belt. A professor at two universities. A man my own age, who lived the sixties rather than just heard about them. I have an apppointment with him next week. We’ll see how it goes.
I saw my psychiatrist yesterday. I specifically asked to see him because I wanted him to review my many diagnoses. I was fully prepared to fight him over some of the diagnoses that I felt were absolutely wrong.
Well, there was no fight. We had a very relaxed conversation and were very much on the same page. He ended up binning most of the old diagnoses and in the end there were only three left. (Note that he’s still using the DSM-IV. He told me this is because the insurance companies are not ready for the DSM-V yet. We both thought that was pretty lame.)
- Major Depressive Disorder, Recurrent – in full remission
- Psychotic Disorder NOS
- Gender Identity Disorder NOS
That’s it. Not half bad. Esp. seeing that the psychotic disorder is also in full remission – but the DSM didn’t think it necessary to specify that, it seems. So right now I’m completely normal. Now that’s scary! 😉
Today I had my intake at the psychological practice I mentioned in my previous post. Well, I was nervous. I needed this to go well. I need to be on T as soon as possible, so I was pretty much wetting myself.
After a two hour’s ride in the wheelchair taxi, with a driver who got sidetracked every other minute and thought tailgating was quite acceptable behaviour, I got there. Tired and hot. I also very much needed to take a piss.
Wheelchair accessible toilet wasn’t quite so accessible. The doors were a nightmare to open, esp. seeing that I hurt my left wrist yesterday (just getting some plates out of a cupboard; I’m talented like that) and can’t use that arm at all today. Thankfully one of the ladies in the waiting room noticed my plight and helped with the doors.
Anyhoo… The psychiatrist who did the intake was rather nice and made me feel at ease almost immediately. She asked some questions about the gender dysphoria, my childhood, teenage years and well, I guess just all the usual questions. Sometimes she’d ask for clarification but for the most part she just understood.
In the end she said she saw no problems whatsoever diagnosing me with Gender Identity Disorder. Everything was crystal clear, and since I’d also already been out and living as a male for a year, treatment shouldn’t be a problem either. She said she thought just one appointment with the psychologist would be enough to get things going.
I feel paranoid now. I can’t believe things are finally going my way. Not that easily. I guess I really won’t be able to believe it until I’m finally on T.