dr_tranny | Okay, now I'm confused...

So tonight I get home from work, and my wife is sitting at the computer playing gin on Pogo and IMing my dear friend Beck. You remember, the one who said I should walk away for my own sake. Anyway, they have a brief conversation, and Beck heads off to bed. All of a sudden, out of the blue, the wifey tells me to go into counselling. *pause* *blink blink* Wait a minute, let me get this straight. You're all against me even thinking about beginning my transition, which would definitely involve seeing a counsellor or therapist, yet you tell me to go to a counsellor?? *eyeballs twirling* Now, granted, she just started the rag today, and she's all emotional and irrational, and we all know that irrational ragging women will say things they don't really mean, and if you take whatever they say in that moment at face value you're as good as dead. But that's soooooooooooo something I've been wanting to hear, almost like a sign of the first stage of acceptance or something. *scratching head* I dunno. I'm pretty sure I can self-refer to a therapist type person through Group Death...er Health, and get off with $20 co-pays for visits (which would be awesome if all worked out in my favor!), and I'm fairly confident that, if recommended by a mental health practioner in the network, T would also be covered. But, do I dare take what my wife said in the rag of the moment at face value, and risk castration? Ugh. I hate these kind of dilemmas. If there's anybody out there, what would you do? *groaning and more scratching of head*

Mike