Monday morning will be the most important day of my life so far. It will be my six monthly gender identity clinic appointment. I’m not looking here for hugs, attention, nor will I be flouncing, or getting angry, that’s not my thing, this is my path and mine alone. No one will ever understand what a Transsexual goes through in life unless you are Transsexual. To transition is the hardest thing in the world made even more difficult by the way society is constructed. Fifty percent of us end up dead by the age of thirty by our own hand due to social stigma and ignorance. I too went down that path only to survive, which made me stronger than most people.
When I came out, I came out with a bang!! I came out kicking and screaming and nothing was going to hold me back. I soon found out to my cost that it wouldn’t be as easy as I planned. I did my research I self medicated for well over a year and battled with my doctor until I got where I needed to go. I did the entire shrink evaluations (all clear yep I am sane) which brought me to the door of the gender doctors the all wise the all knowing, the ones that have never suffered from gender dysphoria in their life.
What do they know? Not much. When meeting my gender doctor I was gob smacked to say the least. Here was a man, a mere mortal that thinks he knows my mind better than I do, and it will be his goal in life to decide my fate and tell me what is best for me. Which is laughable on after the first visit he gave me a list of support groups so outdated by a good ten years and was expecting me to wear fifty’s style pleated skirts, a blouse and a big broach? Please what am I dealing with here.
To prove ourselves we have to run a gauntlet called the real life test, which isn’t easy by a long shot, fuck it was difficult to start with but I did it. Nothing held me back and nothing ever will. This girl has taken all the crap she will ever take. I’m here get use to it.
So in the morning the paratrooper’s boots will be strapped up tight (metaphorically speaking) this girl means business I’ve done enough of my real life test and I’m being held back like you wouldn’t believe. Its time for me to go in their and play my cards I’m sick of being held back like I’m on an elastic band it’s not funny anymore.
Why am I writing this? I’m writing this because of the close friends I’ve met since joining this site one in particular that said I have such an amazing life ahead of me I can pluck stars from the sky and move mountains with my bear hands the world is my oyster and I can do anything, I have a full deck of cards, kings in my back pocket and all the aces up my sleeve. I can do what I choose to do once I’m complete, and I am complete now. I know my path and fuck its going to be mad!! Bring it on!
But tomorrow is going to be a battle I will either come out of there feeling like I did it, or I may be going to visit a lawyer and my M.P and fighting it out in the courts just so I can be Myself.
X RACHEL X
fingers crossed eh. i might get bigger tits after tomorrow lol