Our doctors’ office is a conventional place. The daytime waiting room is filled with elderly people, the magazines are slightly out of date, and the eye chart begins with E. There’s a sign on the scale that reads “Please let us know in advance if you don’t want to know your weight”—a nice touch.
But there is a slight difference here. On their standard medical history form, under “gender,” you have the choice of three boxes to check: male, female, and transgender.
It’s one simple word. But it makes a significant statement about the practice and my community and the importance of recognition and dignity.
Plus, they have a receptionist who answers the phone exactly like a 1950s secretary cliché.