I got hormones after a 10-minute assessment. I got a top surgery letter after a few hours of therapy. I take responsibility for my choices, but I was unwell when I made them. I'll always wish that my healthcare providers had helped me instead of enabling my self harm
Feels really wretched to look back at all the credentialed professionals who could have bothered to look into your issues, seen the red flags, and just didn't care enough to do it. But that's life. People aren't always looking out for your best interests
Went back and talked to my hormone provider about it. She just didn't really feel like it was her job.

Asked her if she followed WPATH standards of care.

Enthusiastic nod.

"Why didn't you have me do WPATH's mental health assessments?"

"Well, they're more like guidelines"
Look. We're maximizing for ease of access, not for screening people for mental health issues. That is the US model. And I know a lot of people want that. But the stakes are just so incredibly high. The current model puts all the responsibility on the patient. Is that fair?

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