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The Transgender-Personal Narrative

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So how did you get like…. this?” Said the therapist, gesturing towards my wheelchair. “That’s a long story,’ I sighed. The therapist looked down at her clipboard, “It says on here you’ve been depressed, is this the reason?” I shook my head, “That’s also a long story.” I glanced out the window and gazed into the forest right outside the building. I waited for the therapist to finish scrawling notes down on her clipboard before she continued to question me. She flipped through some pages in previous doctor’s notes and her mouth formed a tight little circle. I glanced back to her after my wonderful view of the scenery. The prunish little old woman seemed to be shocked, “It says here that you are transgendered, is that correct?” I nodded. “Well then- uhm Beck is …show more content…

It was already irritating to repeat my answers to these questions once again. “Well is this all one story, or many?” Asked the therapist in front of me. I could swear her name was Ms. Bella, I’m not certain though. I really don’t want to risk …show more content…

I suppose there really is no use to dodging her questions anymore. But I really don’t want to, I can practically hear Amanda in the other room, ready to barge in at the sound of any fighting. I really want to avoid an encounter with the irritating 15 year old. I took a deep breathe, “Alright, fine, it’s a long story so just give me a moment to collect my thoughts.” I swallowed the apple-sized knot in my throat. This was going to be hard, I hate therapy, all it is is rehashing painful memories. Hell, I should know this better than anyone at this point. God, was it getting hot in here or is it just me? I hear the ticking of the clock behind me. The heat in the room is getting terrible! I can barely stand it, I feel a strange pressure in my chest, I need to calm down. Bottling this shit up is only going to make it worse, even I knew

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