I took Evan to the first pediatrician appointment he’s had in years this past week.
It was very traumatic. Four shots to catch him up. The child sobbed in the bathroom for twenty minutes because he did not even know how to urinate in a cup.
The pediatrician is fully on board with the transgender transition. Even calling him “sir” and “buddy” so that is great. She is referring us to a psychologist (when my sister transitioned him three years ago she did it with no outside professional guidance) and then we will be seeing an endocrinologist for possible puberty blockers.
His vision was tested. It’s about 30/50, so no telling how long he’s needed glasses. We will be addressing that issue this week.
He cannot remember ever going to a dentist. I’ve made an appointment for that as well, and to be honest I am terrified of what they will find. Luckily he was approved for Medicaid for the time being so that will be taken care of financially. Whew. When he came to my house he didn’t know what floss was.
I printed out his rights to equal educational opportunities and took it to the school with me. They have been wonderfully supportive. His teachers address him as Evan. They built his schedule so that he has full access to the unisex bathroom. It went much better than I anticipated it would, which was such a relief.
We are going to do this. And we are going to do it the right way. I can’t possibly postulate on what the future holds, but I do know that it holds love, and mostly that is enough.