Anyone ever had an experience where your psychiatrist or cologist keeps having you come to sessions but never gets anywhere, sort of like a chiropractor. They keep you coming back for the money and don't really care to help you. My psycologist keeps having me come back every session after asking the same questions over and over each session and never getting anywhere. I've already spent over 500 dollars in only 3 sessions and I'm not going back, but god if that just doesn't piss me the hell off!! All he ever said was "yes" and "mm hmm" and "I don't think we need to tell your father just yet, we need to converse a bit more so I can understand this disorder a bit more" All I ever wanted was for him to help me tell my dad through sessions and write a god dam letter, but I can never get anything right LOL
Jul. 10th, 2005
Hobbies & interests
Jul. 10th, 2005 08:33 pmAs I sit here not bothering about the fact that I didn't watch the British F1 Grand Prix, it has dawned on me that there are a few of my hobbies that have changed in transition, despite the fact that I was always adamant that I would still always be me with the same likes and dislikes, etc. One of my few television vices was always following the F1 season, but today I realise that this season has been very different. So many races I have missed, and haven't really been bothered about missing. It is as if my interests are slowly changing in certain ways; the stereotypical male interests waining whilst girly interests sustain their interest.
Another casualty is my extensive model railway kept in a loft room at my parents' house. I used to devote hours to building a perfect miniature reality in 1:76 scale. Now I have little interest short of going up there once in a blue moon when I visit my parents' and watching a train go round for a few hours whilst flicking through a Terry Pratchett book. I'll give it that - the sound of a train running is very theraputic. About once every six months I may even remember to change which trains are sat on the tracks. Often I just spend my time there cleaning the dust and cobwebs that have gathered. Maybe I should just sell the stuff to help fund transition?
Not all interests have suffered. I still love photography and record collecting. Railways (real ones) still interest me greatly, but the main interests seem to be more practical interests like clothes, shopping, and socialising far more than I ever did. I just wondered whether this is common to transfolk as they transition, or am I an exception rather than the rule? The only thing that makes me think could be the cause is that things like the F1 were only done because it was part of the façade of being him. Now I no longer need to pretend I do not need to hide the girly interests behind the boyish ones.
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Another casualty is my extensive model railway kept in a loft room at my parents' house. I used to devote hours to building a perfect miniature reality in 1:76 scale. Now I have little interest short of going up there once in a blue moon when I visit my parents' and watching a train go round for a few hours whilst flicking through a Terry Pratchett book. I'll give it that - the sound of a train running is very theraputic. About once every six months I may even remember to change which trains are sat on the tracks. Often I just spend my time there cleaning the dust and cobwebs that have gathered. Maybe I should just sell the stuff to help fund transition?
Not all interests have suffered. I still love photography and record collecting. Railways (real ones) still interest me greatly, but the main interests seem to be more practical interests like clothes, shopping, and socialising far more than I ever did. I just wondered whether this is common to transfolk as they transition, or am I an exception rather than the rule? The only thing that makes me think could be the cause is that things like the F1 were only done because it was part of the façade of being him. Now I no longer need to pretend I do not need to hide the girly interests behind the boyish ones.
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