I met my local psychiatrist this week for the first time. He was courteous and professionally non-judgemental, but he didn't give much away, after all it is only his job to make an assessment of my emotional and psychological state not get involved in patient care. I expected to have to see him again for patient care but it seems not, all he was required to do was make an assessment. He asked all the right and usual questions. So that's another gate I've gone through. Next I've to see a different gatekeeper / psychiatrist from another county practice and have the same interview. So this is a two part gate. In equestrian show jumping parlance it's a "one stride double", two gates with a stride in between.
There's a Belt and Braces policy to deliver proper patient care and to avoid possible litigation. It delays being able to sort this out but honestly I would rather know that they would tell you not to wear a tight hat rather than just hand you a prescription for a headache pill. So I shan't be writing a piece for some weekly gossip and shocking story magazine entitled "Sex change - Doctors ruined my life". I'm almost touched that the medical profession are so set on patient care but between you and me I don't like the "nanny" approach. I'm a grown up and can say "ooh shiny" and pass on. I'm a bit tempted to grow an avocado in the garden, they are a lovely unusual tree, but I can pass on it because I know that it won't survive. The one that was here died after two hard winters in a row. Please, we are trans not daft! Most of us are capable of comprehending the possible negative consequences of transitioning and are not simply dazzled by the "shiny bits" and an unrealistic idea of free avocado fruit for ever. I'll have Ilex aquifolium x altaclarensis "Golden King" and gaze on her robust beauty instead. Trans plants - what else would you expect in my garden?
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