Cleaned Heikki´s cage, vacuumed, and washed the floors. Heikki was an asshole and ate another corner of my sketchbook as I was cleaning his cage. Dinner is soy mince and white bean stew with sprouts, again.
Feeling really stressed about trans clinic stuff. This Thursday I´m supposed to go through a very traumatic sexual assault I endured at 18. It´s making me angry that I have to relive it for a person who is not on my side per se; it´s like I have to put my pain and lifelong physical and mental scarring on display as an entrance fee to the next phase of my trans clinic evaluations. I have half a mind of telling the lady that as she´s by her profession an expert in all things perverted, she can just go rummage around the darkest corners of online porn, pleasure herself to it, and write whatever she wants in my evals. I won´t do that of course. But it makes me furious that just as she can be the size of a golf cart without a worry in the world of not being legally and medically recognized as her gender, whereas I have to fit an arbitrary BMI to be allowed the same human right, I owe the system my whole and complete trauma history just in order to proceed. It´s fucked up, and I have every right to be angry.
Probably feeling so emotional because I share the same postal code with the interviewer and I´m pretty sure I saw her in the pool.
Gggahhhhh.