Today I had an appointment with my GP to write the Gender Identity Clinic (GIC) referral. I mentioned the intensity of feeling that I have around Taking Matters Into My Own Hands and that my husband and I are very keen on the Mexico option. She asked valid questions such as whether it was a “proper” clinic (my words), and asked that I check on what happens if there are complications during or after surgery (so check on what the clinic will do, but also on my own travel insurance). She wasn’t keen on the idea, but I think I managed to communicate the urgency I feel. Actually, the urgency my husband feels – he is 100% behind me here.

I said that I was aware that I would need assistance when I got back, in particular that I would need testosterone. She then said that she couldn’t prescribe it without either the GIC or Endocrine Department giving her instructions. I was devastated. That throws a complete spanner in the works.

I am afraid, after the meeting ended, I got into the car and cried. I am feeling so desperate now.

Husband was wonderful; he said “we do it anyway and then they will have to help you”. I am willing to go along with that if I can’t sort something else out.

To quote my favourite starship captain: “I am willing to entertain suggestions”