Call me Simon.
It's not what's on my birth certificate, but it's who I am. It's who I've always been.
I live in South Africa (Goeie Môre! Sawubona! Dumela!) I’ve been here my whole life. When I decided that I couldn’t live as anyone but Simon, I found myself without support from my family or most of my community. It’s incredibly difficult to transition here, even with a support network. Without one, it’s been…
Well. It’s been rough. We’ll just say it’s been rough.
I know that my full transition is in my future. That’s not what I’m worried about. Right now I’m having trouble just keeping my head in a good place. Through a mess of a bureaucratic nightmare, I am unable to get even basic medication to help with the depression and anxiety brought on by severe body dysphoria. I was on medication and doing well, but had to stop because I could no longer afford it. Because I had to stop, the doctor has me listed as non-compliant.
As a non-compliant patient, she will not write a referral to a new doctor so I can get back on the medication I need. However, there is a way around this. My old doctor has agreed to write me a referral.
To get the referral, I will need to go through another full consultation at a cost of US$100. Transportation costs to and from the doctor's office and hospital will be roughly US$75. If I went to a private clinic instead, (which means no hospital and faster access to medication) it would be an additional US$400. But one step at a time. Right now I just need that referral.
I’ve been living for almost two years without T, or even access to it. The medication to relieve both my depression and my anxiety due to dysphoria will allow me to be ME again, not some shell. I desperately need to get in a good mental state so I can begin the full transition process. So I can be who I am on the outside, just as much as I am on the inside.
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