Trans Related Health Care

Getting my ”trans related health care” from a trump supporting pharmacy like CVS was intimidating just as a thought. Advocating for myself to cis het pharmacists has been difficult. I understand it’s a field that takes patience, but more than not, they don’t like to hear when they’re wrong. I opened up the little baggy to find the wrong script. I told him the correct needles I needed (for subcutaneous injection) and he tried convincing me that testosterone could ONLY be injected with intramuscular needles, which are significantly larger and thicker than subcutaneous. Not only was this inaccurate, but I found myself explaining to him how my shot works with the rest of the line behind me. When he rang me out he could have said ANYTHING else, my last name, or no name at all. But he didn’t. He said, “Okay, (insert deadname), do you need anything else, ma’am?” I just stood there, my glaring eyes looking at his face as I said “what?” in a very monotoned voice (I have a full beard :/ ). Peoples “preferred name”, which is a discussion for another day, do not appear on screen when it comes to things like the health care system.

My frustrations go as far as a phone call or text to my best friends to tell them what happened this time around at my trip to CVS. They’re never surprised anymore. They’ve been getting these calls and texts for the last three years about how CVS fucks with my homeostasis constantly, my hormonal balance relies on it. It’s exhausting, always trying to find balance when it’s so far from me. I don’t have a choice either, because it’s in the hands of my physician, who leaves her work in the hands of a  transphobic, older, white, cisgender, doctor while on maternity leave. Since she had been gone I hadn’t been on time for my shot once because the script hadn’t been renewed by the person taking on her work. I had called both the pharmacy and the clinic a number of times, they kept sending me back and forth pointing the finger at the other person. When I finally showed up to my primary’s office, I told them I was being discriminated against. They didn’t like that word. After the consoling and trying to make me feel better, they assured me that the script would be ready by the afternoon. By that time I was already over two weeks late for my shot (that’s not good). I was rampant in anger because my hormones were imbalanced.

I switched over to Rite Aid after that, and my primary physician is back. have been much more satisfied with their pharmacists. They have never called me by the wrong pronouns or by my deadname. I guess that’s a lot to ask for… but now I don’t take it for granted. The health care system is so intimidating. Especially for someone who is painfully aware about how little trans lives and hormone replacement therapy (hrt) are considered as important or even valid to them.

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