The doctors haven’t called me today so nothing has progressed.
I’m feeling kind of ambivalent about this to be honest. Nothing happening and still being stuck is frustrating but also, I am scared of having that call. Partly, because someone I don’t know is going to be asking me about the single biggest thing in my world and I am going to have to open up to them and I expect they will be judging me. But also, when I have that conversation, the plans that only exist in my head get real. I will be setting real things in motion that will change my life.
I have been thinking a lot about this today.
Transitioning feels like a journey from here to womanhood. I have been hanging around the station for a long time but when I made contact with the doctors surgery, I got on the train. When I have that call, the train is going to leave the station.
There are many stops along the way and I know that I have the option to get off at any of them. I don’t have to complete the journey.
But it is a one way trip. Once I start, I can never go back to the station I began from. I can stop treatment or even detransition but there is no going back to who I left. I can’t un-come out (go back in?). Once I start talking to the doctor, it will appear on my medical record. Once I tell my wife, she can’t ever unknow that about me. If I go to the office wearing a dress, I can go back to being male, but people are going to remember that sort of thing.
This is why it feels so daunting to start, because even though I can get off at any time, I can never get back.
This is a one way ticket.
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