Definitely nervous about tomorrow. The die is now cast. I haven’t cancelled the NHS appointment, so I am up to London to see what they have to offer me.
No idea what to expect, but seriously worried that I will either lose my temper with them or just get very upset.
I have no desire to “prove” myself disordered, even if that is the name of the game. Their fault: a few months back, when I was new to this and oh-so-over-awed by the power of the gate-keepers, I can imagine myself seeing some sense to it.
But…I’m now well down the hormone road…and the idea of subjecting myself once more to the judgment of others grates. A lot.
Perhaps, as some of my friends in the trans community tell me, things are no longer so bad. I shall see.
And of course, yet again, due to be assessed by a bloke. Sheraz Ahmad.
Pros and cons, anyone?
This is definitely winding me up.