Another interesting experience…

Recently I had a physical therapy appointment. That day, the only two staff members present who had seen me previously seen me were the female receptionist (out front), and a new 20-something male staff member who has only seen me a couple times. (He has not previously used any gender-specific forms of address for me, though when I started going to that office, there was confusion.) This 50something female therapist was new to me, and was obviously a substitute, since my “regular” male therapist was absent. Naturally, I once again precipitated some confusion… (it wasn’t the first time, and it probably won’t be the last!)

My “outfit du jour” was: tan stirrup pants with ballet flats, and a short sleeve long tunic top (untucked.) I was wearing a womens’ sweater, and carrying my purse. Accoutrements were my now-long (I need a manicure) pinkish fingernails and long hair. No makeup or jewelry.

The session started off normally, with regular warm-up exercises “alone.” Then the therapist came in and began the session. As she worked, she noticed my fingernails, and complimented them, with the usual “girl talk” about our nails and keeping them up. Then came additional typical “girl talk” about kids and grandkids. So far, so good, and the conversation stayed generic. She loved my long hair, and that (as well as hair color) became another topic for a short discussion.

Eventually the “my spouse” discussion surfaced, as did discussion about kids’ and grandkids’ names as well. What tipped me off about the direction the discussion was heading: it included origins of the names and their history in families. Case in point – my given name – which does have a family history. You may remember my mentioning that it used to be a predominantly male name (Dad and Granddad), and which over the past 40 years has been given mostly to newborn females.

We continued our discussion, and it apparently solidified her inkling that “all is not what it seems to be.” I didn’t sense any problem or concern with it, but when she inquired how I wished to be addressed, that made “what was on her mind” obvious. Since this office was rather close to home, and people in town talk, I indicated that because of my preference for long hair and pretty nails, comfortable clothes, and the convenience of carrying a purse, it’s easier to simply respond to either form of address.

As the session ended, there was no issue whatsoever, all was well, and she addressed me in the manner plainly shown on their records – as a guy. “Follow the records” is always the safe course.

Unlike the clerk at the pharmacy from a while back (who got fired as a result of his extreme antagonism toward me), this was truly a case of: “no harm, no foul.” And “as a guy” is the same way my regular therapist refers to me anyway…LOL!

So now, on to the next adventure…

Mandy

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