Quick one today, as this follows on from my next blog post.
My favourite memory as of right now was seeing my surgeon yesterday and how excited she was to see me and tell me my good news. Honestly I’m so pumped and its the greatest thing that’s happened in a very very long time.
On Friday it was my second visit to Charing Cross gender clinic and well it wasn’t exactly great.
You see many red flags have been brought up , the Dr was am insufferable cunt to say the least and will probably now label me as a problem patient. I’m not stating who it was (cough Davis) but if you tell me that it takes only one or two months to get a response from them whilst they have my notes that took 6 and a half months for me to get, I’m going to call out your bullshit. Also he acted as if I didn’t know anything and I told him to stop fucking lying to me, kai and I have to pick up the bullshit pieces this clinic gives AFAB people on a monthly basis, so yes we know how bad your admin and note taking really is. I don’t think he likes me much.
Also he failed to read ANY of my notes stating that this was literally just a second signature for lower surgery as I already had 3 go aheads from other Drs , gender specialists and psychiatrists and what had failed me was NHS funding. He was sure that I didn’t know what I was talking about till my partner also stepped in and said exactly what I had told him and to look at my notes.
He was going on and in about my father and step father, as well as my families history with mental health. He actually wanted to know very little about me and only brought up my actual transition in the last ten minuits. He didn’t know why I hadn’t been contacted by the surgery team and would chase them up asap.
We decided to pop into the surgery teams place of work (since they were round the corner) and guess what. THEY NEVER GOT THE FUCKING REFERRAL. That’s right, they never received it. Well they did, maybe but it had the wrong surgeons name on it, so it was fucking bounced back. I could have already had my fucking top surgery already but because the team is now run by Kate and not Allison they just didn’t give them the notes. It had Kate’s surname on it though, and still they didn’t think it was for her!! The only records they had was the last surgery consultation I had.
So we ran down back to the clinic and told Davis to send the referral to Kate and not Alison. Considering they had her surname right they might have actually cross checked first who was running the surgery team now. He did his “urgh umm OK” which he did for the whole hour of my appointment. Again he said he would get right on it. Pigs fucking fly though.
However I’m getting another lower surgery consultation and I’ve said I don’t want the same Dr seeing me, as 10 minuits wasn’t an adequate time for a life changing surgery. However its probably not going to be another 9 months because, well you know the admin issues
The long story short. I would have had top surgery already of it wasn’t for a forename typo.
By the way. If you tried calling the clinic between 1 and 4 pm, we didn’t hear the phone once. So if you didn’t get through, they turned off the phones again.
Also my next appointment is next year
In August.
10 months time.
Tyler Charles Austen 