My thoughts have been centered on my upcoming appointment. It is going to be my first serious hurdle to the future. I’m not thinking of what will happen if the doctor refuses to start treatment but to how my life might be changed with a single shot or pill. Yes, I understand this isn’t some magic cure all, it is going to be a long process which will takes years. Yet for all intents and purposes, a new chapter in my life will begin with the first treatment. The future is never certain, but at least I know I will have done everything I could toward becoming the person, the woman, I know myself to be.
Having said that, A said something the other day which caught in the back of my mind. It wasn’t until last night the full impact of her words struck me.
“It seems all you need in (our state) to change your ID is boobs.”
I just brushed it off, “Well, you need a little more than that.”
She agreed, you need to have a doctor or therapist sign off and I’m sure there are other requirements, but I do remember reading not too long ago that our state no longer requires a person have surgery to get a name change or have their gender changed on official documents.
Apparently she read the same thing.
(I can’t imagine where her thoughts are on all of this and I am not going to dare to make assumptions, I will let you draw your own conclusions.)
I told her, and my lack of thinking so far ahead shows, I’m not worried about that part of things yet. I need to get through this appointment first. If it happens, then it happens.