Detrans Broken Arm Syndrome
I saw the ophthalmologist yesterday.
This is a point of struggle for me. My relationship with eye doctors, like all doctors, is a bit precarious. That’s always the case when you’re disabled or trans but especially when you are both. Even more so if you’re both, have a tendency to do obnoxious amounts of background research, and pair that all with self-advocacy. Many times, doctors don’t know what to do with you if you’re disabled or trans, and they really don’t know what to do if you’re the uppity one. Of which I can be.
Doctors and I have been doing The Dance since I was a child. Something goes wrong, (maybe) try to find out what it is, can’t or it seems like too much trouble, blow it off. I had finally started making some headway on this, securing real answers and successful treatments (of which T was one), until my vision loss struck. Then the cycle continued, particularly since said vision loss seemed to correlate with stopping T in the spring to early summer of 2019.
Unfortunately, stopping T isn’t the only thing it correlated with. It also happened in the thick of when I was first trying to build bridges with the detransitioned community. I wanted to better understand what their medical needs were, learn how to be more supportive, and mutually create a better system where the material needs of both of our communities were getting met.
It didn’t go well.