Is my anger righteous or am I being a big babby.
Background: I'm trans and in the process of meandering over to being male rather than female. I came out to my family two months ago and they, understandably, are having a tough time adjusting. They finally decided to go see a psychologist last week, and I'm happy they're seeking out help.
Current issue: After one session, the shrink said it would be a good idea for me to come in with them next time. I was cool with that. We planned on doing it next Wednesday when everyone was free. All was well.
At least until we started talking. Some of the concerns they came back with, and some of the things they said the Dr. said make me wonder about his experience with trangender issues. It's no uncommon to face ignorance when dealing with medical professionals, or to have to 'defend yourself' to them, which is kind of the vibe I'm getting. So, suddenly, not looking forward to this.
Especially since the doctor didn't have any openings for the Wednesday we wanted to go. Mom rescheduled for the next day we were all free without asking me.
Which is Christmas Eve.
Which is also my birthday.
This really isn't how I wanted to spend the morning of that particular day. In addition, if things go badly, I can't get away. I live with them AND Christmas Eve is our big family get together. If I go and hide at a friend's house, I'll miss out on that and my absence will be noted.
What the fuck kind of psychologist sees people on Christmas Even anyway? Jesus Christ dude, take a vacation.