So read the teams judgement on me this morning (in my crappy translation) when I met the head of my team to get the result of my investigation summed up for me as well as the diagnosis that opens up possibilities for the treatment I want.
Off course, it is no surprise that this is their conclusion. Furthermore, nobody can tell me who or what I am. I’m certainly not my diagnosis, my gender or my body. But the help I do need to be me and to live my life the way I want to is only granted on the conditions that I’m now considered to fulfil.
It took almost a full year and I’m so happy this part of my journey is over!
This is the best Christmas gift ever! And it is not unlikely to expect a first visit to the endocrinologist or even my first testosterone-shot or voice cracks just in time to my birthday in the end of February next year…
Ps. “F64.0” in this posts title is the ICD 10 diagnosis code for transsexualism. I don’t use it other than as a reminder for myself that there is a system based on the idea of sorting identities in more or less normal ones. It has been a strange goal to strive towards, to get a code put on you to enable proper medical care, but I had to do it.