Every transgender person has experienced rudeness, cruelty, or a flat refusal to provide treatment by a medical provider or knows a trans person who has.
I was once denied care on faith-based grounds by a licensed so-called professional. I have no sympathy for the religious right to be smugly cruel to someone whose life is already hard.
Right now I am a thousand miles from home. Yesterday afternoon I realized that I had an infection in my right eye, and, after a few Google searches, found one of those walk-in medical clinics.
My legal name is a traditional woman’s name, and I went to a great deal of trouble to get my ID and medical insurance cards to reflect my gender as female. I am lucky and grateful that these days I am rarely read by strangers as anything but an older cisgender woman.
I was going in for an eye infection, which I didn’t think had any bearing on my history of having been perceived as male in my earlier life. The infection could be dangerous if left untreated.
I couldn’t take a chance on being kicked to the curb. So I went “don’t ask, don’t tell.’
Perceived as just a sick old lady, I experienced nothing worse than a little ageism: being called ⁿdarlin’ ” and being talked down to a bit.
It is far better than the alternative.
I must confess I hugely enjoyed being asked whether I was still having my monthlies!
With a straight face and complete honesty. I answered, “No, I’m not.”