99% of you folks know I'm trans. I've kept this journal through the coming out process so if you missed that one, here it is. Hi. Trans. You might not know I've been on testosterone for over a year. I have. It's done great things, like drop my voice and give me 41 inch shoulders. It's a hell of a drug. It also stopped my period. So when I started bleeding, all medical advice was, "Get thee to a doctor!"
My GP is popular booked tight and his desk staff don't seem to understand that at my job, they cannot call me at 3pm for a same day appointment at 5pm. It won't ever happen. And as this medical problem has been happening for over a month now with no GP in sight, I said to myself, "I'll make an appointment with Planned Parenthood. The one in the Gayborhood says they offer LGBT specific health services." I explain the whole situation when I make the appointment. I write down the whole situation when I fill out my paperwork.
Almost an hour and a half later, without seeing a goddamned nurse or doctor, I get told by the manager that I need to leave and can't be seen. If I think I'm hemorrhaging and might die, I should probably go to the ER (nevermind that I've been waiting all this time for an appointment I scheduled last week) otherwise the only people who can see me are the LGBT clinic, where my GP is.
I have an appointment. It's in June. I am very worried about my health and I am at a rage point. I called PP and they told me that they treat trans people but if I'm on hormones, they can't treat me. (I don't know how that works and I'm calling their NYC HQ on Monday because I'm pretty good at giving someone a piece of my mind. Stop fucking telling me you'll treat me and then pretend it's a fucking miracle that I take a drug I already told you about.)
Philly's got a sizeable trans population and every other Friday, there's a free walk in clinic. Mostly it's for trans folks below the poverty line or without health care access so I try not to go. I have really good health insurance and can pay for my coverage. Paying for my coverage and using my insurance at sliding scale places means others in my community can get sliding scale access. I feel bad using up resources I technically don't need because no one else will fucking treat me.
I went for coffee/a brownie the size of my head with a self-identified dyke friend afterward and apparently PP has refused service to a sizeable portion of the trans and dyke community in Philly to the point where she was shocked that I even tried. And that's disgusting. We've got the same parts, they all need treating.
I was denied health care because of my hormones status.
the gay fresh sentiment of the road: angry