Just came back from therapy. Apparently, I need to "dig deeper" into certain questions regarding the process of physical and social transition. What fucking questions, I wanna ask. I want to SCREAM at them, that's how frustrated I am. I'm so
tired of all of this. So exhausted. I see friends who's started their investigation process either at the same time or even later than me make amazing progress; two of my friends started testosterone
this week, and yet for me it seems like I'm still stuck in the same place I was two years ago.
In all honesty, I did get the opportunity to say fuck no to more therapy sessions. I did get that suggestion, but then I'd have a note in my papers which said that this was my own decision, and only mine, while the team actually didn't agree with me. I... was so tempted. I want to move on, I want this so bad, I just want all of this fucking
waiting to be over. But I can't. I can't do that, for my family's sake. My parents would never accept it.
I did get to hear the statement by my own psychologist, who retired at the end of last year, and what she had written made me think that maybe I have painted myself into this corner, by acting as calm and collected during meetings as I do. I'm afraid my method of approaching this has made it seem like I don't really want it. That my display of maturity is being mistaken for indifference.
That my patience is being mistaken for acceptance of my current situation.
It's not.
It's fucking not.
The only reason I'm not lashing out and having total breakdowns, is because I'm
forcing myself to stay calm and reasonable. I haven't thought it'd help my cause to be overly emotional and temperamental. As a matter of fact, I
taught myself not to be as temperamental as I used to be in order to handle this like an adult. But now I just feel like I've gone about this completely wrong. Like I should have lashed out and lost my temper when I was questioned. Like I should have let go and cried more when discussing the prospect of being denied. That I should have, I don't know, fucking
sung or something when talking about how I think it's gonna be to live fully as a man in the future.
Screw rationality and maturity, man, let's be an emotional wreck, because maybe then people will take me seriously.
...how about
no.
I am a bit calmer now, I've stopped crying like a baby and am starting to feel determined once more. A few more stupid meetings until the end of June; I can fucking do this. Thank you, Charlie, Cece and Max (who came up to me the moment I came in the door to the apartment and was all "in yo space, better pet me 'cuz it'll make you feel better" - and it did) for being there for me when I really, really needed to not be alone with this. I love you.