having to get two letters from mental health professionals before scheduling a consultation for gender affirmating surgery has me feeling exactly how Roman legionnaires must've felt in 321 BCE after the battle of the claudine forks
the two consul army fell into a trap so resounding that 50,000 men and both consuls had to surrender to the Samnites without even drawing their sword
The Samnite response was "we'll let you go unharmed, but to do so you must pass under the yok" this was a ritual meant to symbolically humiliate the survivors. two spears were stuck in the ground with a third lashed ~5 ft up across the two, so passing under it you had to dip your head slightly as the victorious army cheered and jerreed
and that's exactly how I feel having to once again prove my transness to insurance just so I can get a revision that a cis person could just walk in and get without hassle