Some of you are probably aware that I’m currently waiting for a surgery date for a hysterectomy. Because this is being trans on the NHS, this means lots of long waiting lists and getting second opinions. I saw the specialist at another Gender Identity Clinic for the second opinion at the end of May, was given the okay, and told the letter would be in the post within the next few weeks. End of July, my GIC gets in touch for a checkup, and baffled that they hadn’t had anything through, so set about chasing it up. I’ve had a letter through from the other GIC to say the doctor I saw is off for the foreseeable future (I read that as ‘signed off sick with stress because the NHS is stretched to the limit, GICs even more so) and that letters would be dealt with upon their return. Basically, I’m in limbo as I’ve no idea if or when that letter will turn up, or if I need to see another GIC for another referral. I’m not upset, as this is for purely medical reasons (I’ll get into that later), but fed up with waiting because I’d like to be organising things like the odd holiday without worrying I need to drop plans for a GIC appointment. The actual surgery I could reschedule, because it’s routine with lots of options. GIC appointments are gold dust – if you reschedule, you can be waiting many months longer, so you reschedule plans instead.
Anyhow. With that news, I thought it was time I pulled together one of the posts about me being transgender that I have in my drafts. This one is about my personal experience of being trans and transitioning. The other will come at a later date and is about my relationship with feminism as a trans guy, so I won’t be dealing with that subject here.
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