An old friend called me the other day, wanting to know where to get a script for testosterone. She has my doc's card, but didn't want to search through her room for it (I lost some stuff over there one day). Since I know she can get the info easily enough, I went ahead and told her his name, but said I couldn't remember his number or where he is located. I also lied and told her that she has to have a letter from a therapist/psychiatrist saying she isn't crazy. She believed me, but seems confident she can convince her therapist to write her one. I'm worried because I think she can too.
She isn't trans. She doesn't even really understand what that is. The only reason she dislikes her body is because she was molested for most of her life. She *hates* all men.
She says she just wants a "new start". Fuck. If you want a new start, you move; you don't change into something you hate and can't stand to be around. For her, this would just be another form of self-injury.
I'm very worried about her. I don't know how, but she manages to get whatever she wants out of her moronic psychiatrist (which is usually things to get high with).
I don't know what, if anything, I can or should do. I've been thinking about talking to my doctor about it, try to convince him not to give it to her. I don't know if that is a good idea or not, or whether he would listen to me. And if he did, whether he would then stop being so ready to prescribe it to others who come to him in genuine need.
x-posted to genderqueer