In the summer of 2003, I started a new life. I kept on resisting my transsexuality, or as we sufferers prefer to say - Trans Identity because it affects all areas of life and not just the genital area. I was suddenly in a fantastically beautiful world! All my complaints were gone and I could finally write legibly.
Four years later, I had my penultimate therapy session. I had recently become highly suicidal again at the Klinikum Nord Ochsenzoll. I escaped from the hospital and rushed to my psychotherapist. Those side effects should have been long gone, she said. They were well-known side effects of the antidepressant I was given. I didn't know what to do anymore. She laughed at me and said: let's see if they come back in two weeks.
