She thought I was crazy that I wasn't supposed to act or say that I liked the way boys looked at me. She then proceeded to take me to counseling with the same family physician who happened to be a child psychologist. After what seemed like forever of going to the same doctor day in and day out I finally got an answer for both of my conditions.
The day that I was told my diagnosis she had my mother come into the room and sit with us or this last counseling session. She said, "Well Ms. R, I am pleased yet sorry to tell you the diagnosis of your "son". My mother looked at her with the saddest eyes that would put a hound dog in a grave. The doctor took a long deep pause. I still think it was for dramatic effect. "After running extensive blood panels, DNA analyses, and extensive counseling I have come to the conclusion that "SHE" is not only suffering from Gender Identity Disorder, she is also Intersex". My mother looked at the doctor so confused and continued to listen more alert than she ever did to me.
The doctor went on to explain the causes of the diagnosis and my mother asked questions. At the end of the session she hugged me and sent me on my way home with mom. Not even two seconds after we got into the car to go home she started crying again. I have always thought my mother was very overly dramatic and theatrical. She said it doesn't matter what the doctor says I am her son and that is how it is going to stay.
We can now fast-forward a couple of years until my sophomore year of high school. Within my first couple of months of my sophomore year, I came to the realization that until I am old enough to support myself I can never be who I fully was meant to be. So I then came out as a gay man and owned the situation. I started a chain reaction within my small town. Everyone was more open to the idea of someone being gay than ever before. We started a Gay Straight Alliance club offering counseling and a "safe place" to all who needed it.
I continued my life this way until I was 20 years old. Hitting rough spots one after another. I was never fully happy or satisfied with myself. I remember the day of my 20th birthday I turned and looked at my mother and told her I was going to start my Hormone Replacement Therapy. She looked at me and said," It is about time I thought you were never going to do it". With that affirmation, I made a doctors appointment that day. What happened next I can never forget...
To read part one of this continuing tale click the link below:
https://steemit.com/medical/@transbeauty/my-life-being-transgendered-in-the-south
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