I also got sent to an inexperienced endocrinologist who gave me ethinylestradiol, an outdated synthetic hormone, that put me through hell. I suffered Steven Johns Syndrome throughout my entire body about a dozen times over three years. I thought I was going to die each time. The symptoms were horrific! I then found out from a friend that I should have been sent to a clinic further up the country; she probably saved my life. I still had to fight the system to get an appointment. It makes me so angry, the way I was treated!
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That was largely to do with the role models of the time and the shame society puts on gender differences outside the perceived norm. Also, the role models were either so perfect that one couldn't tell they were transgender or so weird I didn't want to associate myself with them! I didn't like myself very much either. That, thankfully, has changed.
All the photos: courtesy of Katie Bainbridge.