For example, I imagined a quizzical look from a hospital admitter as she tried to make sense of the woman in front of her with the male ID on the medical card. Of course no such thing occurred and this young millenial woman treated me with utmost respect and didn't bat an eyelash as she took down my information. No doubt I am not the first nor the last transgender person she admits.
Also my travel there by public transit was uneventful as to be ho hum but this is the way things have become for me now when out on public. There is no nervous thrill just the happiness of being myself.
Then I check in with the doctor's receptionist and nothing special happens either. She registers me and says
" Have a sit Miss and he will call you"
Then I waited and waited and waited some more until 2 hours later he finally saw me which was not all that unusual for our Canadian specialists except today I was told he was particularly behind schedule. Boy was it worth the wait though.
Dr Morris is gregarious and happy go lucky while at once philosophical. After some wonderful exchanges he proceeded to tell me that I looked, walked and sounded better than 90% of the people who have ever come to see him pre-transition. I think he did this to bolster me after some expressed dubiousness regarding transitioning.
He told me his job isn't to sell me or tell me anything but to see what I want and help improve my quality of life as a trans person. He also told me he sees many patients who are perfectly happy to live in both worlds in some form of social or partial medical transition. But he also told me to disregard the opinion of others and to not rule out that I might be and always have been a woman.
I see him again in October by which time he will have in his possession the full battery of blood tests he will have me undertake. Then we will take things one baby step at a time.
"Joanna are you proud of who you are?" He asks me with a Cheshire cat smile
"Yes Doctor Morris, I am" I respond.