I knew it would be embarrassing, but I didn’t expect it to be that awful, when W and I went to see my GP. I could tell he wouldn’t support me right away. He didn’t listen to me and told me right to my face that he thinks I’m a sick person and would need much more therapeutic help than I already have had and have. Moreover, he told me that he thinks my wish to get hormone treatment is just another perversion connected to my unhealthy relationship. I was done, when we left, and I was glad W was with me. I needed to cry and he held me just a little bit until I felt a bit better. GP, done.
Yesterday, when I went to see my therapist, I took the courage to talk it over with him. He admitted that he doesn’t feel competent and asked me to wait until next week. He will search for a therapist who might be able to help me and to explain the possibilities to me. That was a bit more helpful, but for sure not what I wanted to hear. Sigh.