Went to therapy this morning (after three weeks). I probably should have tried harder to get in sooner but better late than never, right? In any case, the session went well with us catching up and then getting me thinking in a better direction.
As for that, she made an interesting comparison, being trans is like having diabetes. I can pretend I don’t have it or admit I do but ignore it. Either way I will still be diabetic and I might even be fine for a little while but eventually it’s going to reach a point where it begins to have adverse effects.
It’s the same being trans.
No matter what I do, I will still be trans… always have been, always will be.
On a similar note, I now have my appointment with the psychartrist. It won’t be until October, but I have it.