I hope it won't be as grim as it sounds.
Well, it really is.
So: first of all, the doctor was supposed to call yesterday at 1PM but postponed it to today at 1PM, and I had left a message to her secretary that we would talk over Teams so my assistance person could be present. However, the doctor called me at noon, no notification, and sounded hostile from the start (also gaslit me that we had agreed to talk at noon, but I have the text message she sent saved). She asked me what I want help with, and I gave her the bare bones - that the person who was supposed to conduct my interviews had told me she won't do that, and of course the doctor spun it to be MY fault, twisting my words and telling me that if I get triggered I have unfinished issues. I didn't even refer to myself as being triggered, I was quoting Terrifying Sex Nurse. Next, the doctor said that if I'm not in the workforce, I'm too sick for the evaluation process. (This is untrue and illegal, by the way. People on permanent disability have the right to transition and have done so.) And then said that she'll arrange an appointment for me in June or August to evaluate if I'm in a good enough condition to go on.
I had a breakdown after the phone call. I felt dirty and disgusting and stupid; it felt so unfair that no matter what I tried to say, it was twisted to make me the problem. I had a phone call with my assistance worker who offered to contact the doctor and demand another phone call appointment in which she would be present, as the doctor knew fully well that I am autistic and have a hard time adapting to sudden changes in planning and that I have trouble communicating, especially under duress. The trans guys in my support group are enraged on my behalf; being able to work or not is definitely not something that should affect transitioning. But a lot of guys have had the weirdest excuses thrown at them to hinder their transition, and apparently the trick is to just keep one's course, as bad as it feels.
I'm so fucking tired. No wonder Finland has gotten flack from human rights organizations in regards to out transitioning policies.
One positive thing came out of this: I called my dad and asked him if he's willing to loan/gift me a camera and a microphone so I could document my "health journey" (dad doesn't know I'm trans but that's besides the point). He was super into the idea - he knows I plan to get to the film school one day and for all of his faults, he truly has been supportive of all my creative pursuits - so long story short, if the trans clinic is going to make my life miserable, I'm going to make sure I have the recordings and the receipts. If I start gathering raw footage now, no matter what ends up happening with my individual body, if I can turn that footage into a amateur documentary series on YouTube, maybe it would shed some light on the insanity of the system. And this way, even if I'll stay trapped in this meat shell for the rest of my days, some good might eventually come out of it. At least I wouldn't have to just sit with my thumbs up my ass, wishing and waiting for the doctors to be sensible.
Does this sound like a crazy idea?
(PS I have the general gist about the ethics of such a project from my Uni years, I have a feeling I might actually make something impactful and of quality, even if the scale is small and me being an amateur.)