Today is my second therapist appointment of the winter. Actually, looking back, only having to reschedule twice since January isn't too bad considering our weather.
I have a problem with therapist appointments. Are they supposed to talk? Get me started jabbering and I dominate without thinking about anything else. Last time I even stopped and asked the therapist if she was supposed to talk? The problem I have with therapy sessions are-what are we having them about? In my case, actually, being transgender is just a small part of why I'm there. Everything else in my world is what has a tendency to get in my way. As I think about it though, much does come from reestablishing myself in the world in the gender I always wanted to be. Yesterday, I even locked up in a conversation with my sister in law concerning the internal changes of HRT on me. She asked what? After stuttering around I finally said, it's a whole new gender world for me. I can't explain it to you because you grew up with it. Enough said?
Rightly or wrongly too-as far as I know, the therapist I am assigned to at the VA, may have never seen another transgender person before. But, I do know at my clinic at least, they became very concerned about my mental well being after I expressed concern last December. Either way, it's all good. I wish I could forward any relevant info from today's session, but you all read enough of my jabbering here in Cyrsti's Condo, so I won't bore you more. At least the therapist is getting paid!!!