Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Referral FAIL

OH.  MY.  GOD.

We were sent to the wrong kind of psychiatrist.  The.  Wrong.  Psychiatrist.

We went in, Kaden and her chatted, it was really strange.  Until the end when we she informed us that the only thing she could do was provide the referring doctor with a note that he has no pathologies.

I should have know better the moment she referred to Kaden as "she" and didn't ask about preferred pronouns.

Ugh.  We were SO mad.  SOOOO mad.

As we left and got his note of clean mental health (gee, thanks) from the receptionist, she offered to refund our co-pay.  Oh.  Yes please, that's very nice of you.  So that was lovely.

We took our note and stormed into the referring doctor's office.  Explained in short what happened, and got to speak with the referral coordinator who sent us to the WRONG psychiatrist.  I mean, we waited WEEKS for that appointment!  When she handed us a pamphlet we mentioned that.  She made the call to the doctor right then and got him an appointment for tomorrow night.  I guess that the best everyone could do in light of the mistake was done, so that is nice.

The website for this new doctor is promising.  He is definitely the right one to go to, and we are very optimistic about the appointment and getting done what needs to be done (LETTER!).

Here is the website of the doctor he is seeing tomorrow:  http://drdavidbakerhargrove.com/

He says that he will never tell someone that it is not time for them to transition, that is the decision of the individual.  There is no "set amount" of appointments a person needs to have to get their letter, they won't hold that over your head so that you have to come back.  Also, he treats via Skype if needed, so he can treat people all over the country!!  How awesome is that???

Round two, tomorrow.  Wish us luck :)

Waiting

Kaden and I are sitting in the waiting room at the psychiatrist's office or our first visit. I don't know about him, but I am very nervous. 

The person sitting across from us May or may not also be FTM. Wish we could strike up a conversation.  Wish I could just say "Hey, are you here because you are a boy too?  Have you been in before?   Is it your first (and hopefully last) visit too???"  

Too bad you just don't ask people those kinds of things. Especially in this kind of place. 

So this next hour or so will end in a far side of one long emotional spectrum. Will we leave with the coveted letter?  To go and celebrate and dance our way straight to the drivers license place ?  Or ... or?  Or will they need to see us (okay, him) again?  That would be devastating. And offensive.  He is *obviously* male.  Thinking about that outcome is making me a little emotional just sitting here. 

At least in this uncomfortable state, the place has comfy chairs. That's nice. 

Please send Kaden love. Today is a hard day. Right now is a hard time.