I have a therapist

Sometimes things just seem to fall into place for me.

While I was at work tonight, Patty Lou called to tell me that the clinic had called wanting to know if I could get to a 7:30 appointment. They had a cancellation and if I wanted it I should come in. I hate leaving work and then having to go back to it, but since the Dr. is only there once a month on Wednesday night, I decided to go. And OMG am I glad I did!

This is not just another therapist. She is a teaching psychiatrist at the University of Arkansas Medical Center! She just wanted to meet me tonight. She asked about my meds, which she is going to change. She has a support group of seven of us girls that I'm going to become part of. She's talking about testing my hormone levels, and even a gender marker test to see just what my x's and y's are saying about me. In her teaching, she wants me, ME! to become a show-and-tell subject for her class! I don't know if I can do that. As I've said before, I'm not one that can get up on stage in front of people. But who knows, I may just let her push me. I need someone with a cattle prod to get me going.

Girls, I thought going through this free clinic I'd get a therapist like all of the rest that I've seen, clueless, especially when it comes to gender disorders. She knows her business, so much so that it scares me somewhat. I was looking for a slow pony and got a fast racehorse! Now all I have to do is hang on to the reigns and ride!

Stephanie