My GP agreed to make a referral to a gender identity clinic today, which is really exciting. A lot of me can’t even believe I’ve really dared ask for this. It’s a two year waitlist to be seen for the first time which isn’t great, but as of today the process is officially started.
I’m hoping for top surgery, because my boobs bring me a lot of dypshoria. Unfortunately, my GP informed me that in order to be eligible for surgery, I would need to spend the two years of waiting losing weight.
Which is a huge demand.
It’s going to be so difficult to sustain keeping active to see sufficient weight loss. I’ve been looking up beginners home workouts, and the more I looked, the more my brain went ‘no no. nope. no way’. It’s not even that I’m not motivated, top surgery is a brilliant motivator. Not having to live with so much dysphoria and misgendering is as big a motivator as it gets.
But it’s a demand. It’s something I have to do.
It feels impossible. Insurmountable. Something I’m never going to be able to persuade myself to do frequently enough to make any real difference.
PDA makes life hard. It especially sucks when it gets in the way of something you’d otherwise really want.