OK, I wanna share something thats very personal and somewhat delicate with the GFY community in the hope of getting some help and support. I ask politely that you please don't troll or ridicule me, as I am being very open and asking for help...
That said, here I go... You see all the news about people discovering or realising or just always knowing that they were born into the wrong body have kinda got me thinking and recently I came to the conclusion that this also applied to me...
I've been unhappy for a long time and finally I decided to bite the bullet and make a doctors appointment to discuss the way forward to getting the help that I need to really feel complete and at home in my own skin...
It was embarrassing enough to tell the receptionist my reason for needing an appointment, and I was only able to touch upon my feelings in the brief follow up call with the Doctor, but the real challenge came a few days later when I was there in person, in the doctors surgery...
I could feel at least some sympathy as he watched me squeeze through the door (Why do they always make the doorways so small ???) and huff and puff my way over to the seat. I sat down carefully in the chair, and while it creaked and strained, at least it did hold my weight...
I didn't know where to start really so the doctor broke the ice by asking me why I was crying... I replied that I wasn't really crying, but I was merely the sweat generated from climbing the stairs, running down my face... But it was now or never, so I spoke out.
Doc, I was born in the wrong body I blurted out. I'm not sure what reaction I expected, but I have to say the Doc was a consummate professional. He didn't so much as raise an eyebrow, and simply said in a soothing and understanding tone, "OK, so what body do you feel you should have been born in?"
This was it! My chance for happiness ! Time kinda just stood still !
There really was no going back....
I swallowed deeply, and said "David Beckhams, Sir" as I unfolded a version of the pic below and showed it to the doctor:
Well needless to say, I found myself unwelcome at the doctors and he refused to discuss it further ! I thought doctors are supposed to help people!
So, my question the GFY is that now I have done my soul searching and decided which body is the correct body for me - How do I go about getting the surgery I need to be complete, when even my own Doctor refers to me as a fat pointless asshole?
That said, here I go... You see all the news about people discovering or realising or just always knowing that they were born into the wrong body have kinda got me thinking and recently I came to the conclusion that this also applied to me...
I've been unhappy for a long time and finally I decided to bite the bullet and make a doctors appointment to discuss the way forward to getting the help that I need to really feel complete and at home in my own skin...
It was embarrassing enough to tell the receptionist my reason for needing an appointment, and I was only able to touch upon my feelings in the brief follow up call with the Doctor, but the real challenge came a few days later when I was there in person, in the doctors surgery...
I could feel at least some sympathy as he watched me squeeze through the door (Why do they always make the doorways so small ???) and huff and puff my way over to the seat. I sat down carefully in the chair, and while it creaked and strained, at least it did hold my weight...
I didn't know where to start really so the doctor broke the ice by asking me why I was crying... I replied that I wasn't really crying, but I was merely the sweat generated from climbing the stairs, running down my face... But it was now or never, so I spoke out.
Doc, I was born in the wrong body I blurted out. I'm not sure what reaction I expected, but I have to say the Doc was a consummate professional. He didn't so much as raise an eyebrow, and simply said in a soothing and understanding tone, "OK, so what body do you feel you should have been born in?"
This was it! My chance for happiness ! Time kinda just stood still !
There really was no going back....
I swallowed deeply, and said "David Beckhams, Sir" as I unfolded a version of the pic below and showed it to the doctor:
Well needless to say, I found myself unwelcome at the doctors and he refused to discuss it further ! I thought doctors are supposed to help people!
So, my question the GFY is that now I have done my soul searching and decided which body is the correct body for me - How do I go about getting the surgery I need to be complete, when even my own Doctor refers to me as a fat pointless asshole?
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