In today’s mail, I got a letter from my doctor’s office, telling me, when they have scheduled my first meeting with a psychiatrist, on December 4, 2013, at 9:30am. I should be doing cartwheels, all over the place, but instead, I trying to hold back my anger, over several things, which the letter has ignited. For I feel like, they are disrespecting me, with the way that they have addressed the letter, to me. Choosing to use, the male form of addressing me, as “Mr”, when I have it noted on my medical files, I am to be addressed, as “Ms.” and it’s “Therisa” and not“T____y”, which is still my legal name, this, coming from an institution that claims to respect the rights of its patients.
The second thing, which has me, hopping mad, is the time of the appointment, 9:30 am. In order, for me, to keep this appointment time, I have to travel across the city, during the morning rush hour traffic. A perfect recipe, if the psychiatrist want to witness me, having a full blown panic attack, thus ruining any chance of him, conducting any type of true assessment of me, costing me, two transit tokens, on a wasted trip, to see him.
I would phone the appointment confirmation number, today, but I would lose it, on the person, at the other end of the phone. Instead, I am giving myself, the weekend, to cool down, before calling the number provided to me, and try to reschedule it, to a more suitable time, for me. While showing the letter and envelope, to my nurse practitioner, when I see her, on September 23rd and demand changes, to the office’s policy, when dealing with a trans patient.
This is the second strike for this organization, as my first assessment was done by a transphobic psychiatrist, in the fall of 2007. And this letter is the second one. They get only one more chance, before I pull my entire file from them.
The second thing, which has me, hopping mad, is the time of the appointment, 9:30 am. In order, for me, to keep this appointment time, I have to travel across the city, during the morning rush hour traffic. A perfect recipe, if the psychiatrist want to witness me, having a full blown panic attack, thus ruining any chance of him, conducting any type of true assessment of me, costing me, two transit tokens, on a wasted trip, to see him.
I would phone the appointment confirmation number, today, but I would lose it, on the person, at the other end of the phone. Instead, I am giving myself, the weekend, to cool down, before calling the number provided to me, and try to reschedule it, to a more suitable time, for me. While showing the letter and envelope, to my nurse practitioner, when I see her, on September 23rd and demand changes, to the office’s policy, when dealing with a trans patient.
This is the second strike for this organization, as my first assessment was done by a transphobic psychiatrist, in the fall of 2007. And this letter is the second one. They get only one more chance, before I pull my entire file from them.