I went to see the endocrinologist with my mum. He explained the possible side effects of taking testosterone – the good ones, the bad ones and the fairly scary ones. Mum sat there and nodded and he told her she was taking this surprisingly well.
She responded, “Well, what choice do I have?” He replied, “You wouldn’t believe how many people I get in here who come without their family’s support. Who have been kicked out of their homes and are on their own.”
She told him, “It hasn’t been easy, but this is my child. I have to be here to support and love them regardless. They are the same person, just a different package.” And I knew Mum had finally begun to understand. I needed her during this, and it felt like she was finally there. I let out a breath I felt I had been holding for months.
The doctor handed me the testosterone prescription and my knuckles turned white from holding it so tight. I couldn’t believe I had it in my hands. The future looked brighter. The future looked existent.
Read the full article by Nevo Zisin at The Sydney Morning Herald.