#topic: transition

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[dorkboy]

Delaying delays

Back last year, I originally set into motion surgery. It was supposed to happen this past summer and I was to move on with my life. Things got pushed back to insurance requirements, and while I was upset over it, things had simply not worked out in a way that I could salvage them. My insurance provider set a requirement that I had missed, and due to the leaving of my then therapist, there was nothing that could be done about it.

So, I rescheduled for the end of December.

I had to reschedule again. The surgeon who was see to do the procedure informed me that I didn’t make the safe weight criteria, and that I needed to lose about 30 pounds before she’d feel comfortable with operating on me. And, while I understand the reasoning, this is information she’s had for months. Literally since the summer! I can’t think of a single reason her office couldn’t have gotten in contact with me over it, especially since they had my height and weight on file. So now I can’t have surgery until the summer, and that profoundly affects literally all of my other plans. My chance to intern over the summer might be in jeopardy and all because nobody thought an email or phone conversation, a process that would have taken less than 10 minutes, should happen.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

[dorkboy]

Severely lacking services, or, why if I hope to transition, I can't do it here

There are two PP locations in my home town, within somewhat easy access. Looking at their services list, I can't help but feel a little down. Rochester, my home town and where I live, is said to have a pretty vibrant LGBT community. Yet, when looking for services for transitional purposes, I find maybe two therapists. This is, to say the least, saddening. Perhaps, then, Rochester has more of an LGB community and we transfolks are left in the dirt (as seems to be the case in these sorts of things). Which brings me to another thought; I've been entertaining the prospect of leaving the city for some time now, but maybe I need to be a little more serious about it. Between most of my family* living here (they don't know, and probably never will), and the lack of transitional resources, the appeal of moving somewhere, anywhere other than here is great.

*My mother's family seems to be comprised of abrasive personalities and people who like queer bashing jokes. Near frothing and fuming happened this past Christmas over my cousin's definition of what a faggot is (and my grandfather's agreement). My father's family might be better, but I'd rather not chance it.