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.