My Trans Health Fails
1. A surprise anal exam so I could get my birth control. I didn’t get much choice in the matter. Normally, I wouldn’t count this as a trans health fail, since I was closeted at the time, except…
2. …that surprise anal exam saved my ass (quite literally) and allowed me to have top surgery. (Yes, of COURSE I had to undergo a pelvic and anal exam to have a mastectomy. Didn’t YOU?)
3. Getting misgendered constantly during my top surgery. I pretty much expected that.
4. At my top surgery, I did what I always do and informed my team that I have a needle phobia so would appreciate chatter and distraction so I don’t faint. The anaesthesiologist, asides from the usual misgendering, told me he’d slap me if I fainted, and why was it such a big deal. I fainted, and he gave up in disgust, so his underling had to do it. (In respect to her, she looked at me apologetically the whole time and was very nice telling me about her trip to Paris. I didn’t faint on HER.)
And this is why I just avoid doctors as much as possible, presume all illnesses are psychosomatic or can’t be helped, and only go if the symptoms don’t resolve after a week or a month. Like, if I ever have a heart attack, I’m pretty much DOA, since I’ll just assume it’s a panic attack and try to wait it out.
And that’s not likely to change, since I’d need to get a new PCP and the only good PCPs I know in the Boston area aren’t taking new patients. It’s like, I can get good trans care, or I can get good rape survivor care, but rarely both, and there can still be ableism out the wazoo. (I actually try to avoid disclosing my disability as much as possible, because doctors can be REALLY shitty about it. I count on them seeing us rarely enough that they don’t notice the aberrations in our behavior.)