So, my therapist has presented me with documentation, which I will get translated and store in a useful place, that I fulfill diagnosis criteria in a manner not reducible to other diagnoses. In other words, to someone seeing and trusting this documentation, I really and truly am transgender, meaning further I am a woman, whether or not my legal gender marker has changed or not. She will further produce documentation that I can present to an endocrinologist, who can thereafter give the go-ahead for hormonal replacement therapy, and I will try to use this documentation further to get my insurer to cover voice training, if I manage to find a practitioner locally that can handle my languages.
The reality of this has yet to sink in for me. I don’t know yet how passing this step will affect me emotionally. But wherever that point is, it is somewhere in my happiness spectrum. I am moving, and I will continue to move, in the metadirection that I need to. I think with this, whether I am out in such regards in any given context or not, I am ready to conclude – at least as now things seem – that I really am transgender, I really am a trans woman (binary or not as the case may be), in important regards I am a woman (in the same senses that for someone else, they might have been a man in those important regards).
To all you who stand by me, know I treasure you dearly beyond words.
lost in transition 