So this story starts way back in January 2024, when I start my first semester of a state university in a liberal US state, all set to do HRT at their on-site endocrinologist. I get as far as the paperwork and certain aspects lead me to chicken out. During the visit and all further ones, I’m consistently misgendered by everyone there. Oh and I had one fucknugget of a time trying to explain to the people there that I am most certainly not a trans girl.
Just because I’m going on HRT (well, after two months of brooding, I’m opting for synthetic options which are surprisingly available at the clinic, so here we go) does NOT mean I’m a trans girl. I’m still nonbinary. But try telling THAT to my endocrinologist, who once attempted to give a transmasc-adjacent nonbinary person unwanted estrogen. Yeah, that’s a fucking yikes right there.
The funny thing is that I’m actually intersex, but in a way that only doctors and intimate partners can see. I’m also prone to text walls. The relevant endocrinologist is, to put it simply, behind the times. It’s a long story.