Process of getting TG ID and Certificate in India

 Process of getting a TG ID & Certificate under Section 6

 

Step 1: Get a Non-Judicial Stamp Paper aka an Affidavit (Note Stamp duty for the Non-Judicial Stamp paper is different in each state).

 

Step 2: Use the format provided either for gender and name change or only gender change (Note you can only declare yourself transgender if applying under section 6).

 

Step 3: Get the affidavit Notarized by Public Notary they are usually an advocate, Minimum cost of Notary is Rs. 50 per page.

 

Step 4: Apply for TG ID and Certificate online on the following link 

https://transgender.dosje.gov.in/Applicant/Registration/Index (Note you will have to keep a picture of yourself ready, a picture of your signature, affidavit both sides picture and any government issued ID card usually Aadhar card or Voter’s ID) .

 

Step 5: If any urgency to receive TG ID and Certificate early first write a letter to the District Magistrate mentioning your urgency and take a xerox of the same document. Original letter is for the DM and the xerox copy is for you as office copy.

 

Step 6: Meet the District Magistrate first submit the letter to dm and ask for an acknowledgement receipt which they can do by putting the stamp or signature with date on your letter and then meet with whoever the DM directs you to meet for getting the TG ID.

 

Step 7: If you have received your ID congratulations now you can start changing your other documents but remember all documents will show that you are transgender.

 

NOTE GETTING A TG ID & CERTIFICATE UNDER SECTION

6 IS NOT MANDATORY IF YOU HAVE A GD/GID CERTIFICATE FROM A PSYCHIATRIST OR PSYCHOLOGIST YOU CAN APPLY FOR TG ID AND CERTIFICATE UNDER SECTION 7 ITSELF

 

Affidavit Format

Understanding Gender Dysphoria: A Personal Journey

I was recently asked how one can determine if they have gender dysphoria. It's important to note that there is no standardized testing or evaluation for gender dysphoria at this time. The process often involves reflecting on your past experiences and feelings. Unless you specifically mention gender dysphoria, a doctor is unlikely to suggest it out of the blue. Currently, the primary criterion for diagnosis is your own narrative and self-awareness.

If you find yourself uncertain or questioning your gender identity, there are several steps you can take to explore this further:

1. Consult a Clinical Psychologist: A mental health professional can provide a safe space for you to discuss your feelings and experiences, helping you to understand your gender identity better.

2. Connect with Trans Individuals: Talking to someone who has gone through a similar journey can offer valuable insights and support. They can share their personal experiences and offer practical advice.

3. Experience Real-Life Situations: Within your comfort zone, try living as your identified gender. This could be through clothing, social interactions, or other gender expressions. This real-life experience can be very illuminating.

4. Read and Research: There is a wealth of literature about transgender experiences. Books, articles, and online resources can provide a broader understanding and help you see different perspectives on gender identity.

Ultimately, the decision about your gender identity is deeply personal and should be based on your self-discovery and research. It's a journey that requires introspection, courage, and sometimes, professional guidance. Remember, you are the one who best understands your own experiences and feelings. Trust yourself and give yourself the time and space to explore your identity fully.

I hope this helps!

All India Institute of Medical Sciences, New Delhi *FREE TREATMENT AND SURGERY FOR TRANS*

Greetings once again,

As promised in the previous post, here is the latest update from my recent visits to two prominent hospitals in Delhi, RML and AIIMS, prompted by information gleaned from various sources including YouTube, forums, and a telegram group.

My experience at RML Hospital was disappointing, starting from interactions with the ground staff to senior faculty. The lack of transparency and proper communication led me to not recommend it until improvements are made in these aspects.

Conversely, my visit to AIIMS proved informative, as I gained valuable insights from the attending doctor.

For those seeking appointments at AIIMS, it's imperative to physically visit the AIIMS New RAK OPD (Rajkumari Amrit Kaur OPD Block) in Delhi. Due to the high volume of patients, securing an appointment may require advanced planning, particularly if applying online through the government portal, where appointments open at midnight at 12 AM.

At present, only one endocrinologist specializes in treating transgender patients at AIIMS. He allocates time for five new patients every Monday, prioritizing privacy and confidentiality I cannot mention his name here. Additionally, a team of psychiatrists evaluates patients, who are then referred back to the endocrinologist with a gender dysphoria (GD) certificate to commence Hormone Replacement Therapy (HRT). After one year of HRT, patients are referred back to the psychiatrist before being considered for surgery.

For new patients or those on HRT for over a year, the process unfolds as follows:

1. Consultation with the Endocrinologist: Necessary tests are conducted to determine eligibility for HRT or surgery.

2. Evaluation by Psychiatrist: Following the endocrinologist's referral, patients undergo assessment, leading to the issuance of a GD certificate if deemed suitable. This certificate facilitates the initiation of HRT by the endocrinologist or referral to the surgery department.

3-A. Commencement of HRT: Patients receive treatment from the endocrinologist and, after a year, are referred back to the psychiatrist for further assessment and certification for surgery.

3-B. Surgery: Patients recommended for surgery are directed to the AIIMS Casualty/Emergency block, where experienced surgeons perform a range of transgender-related surgeries.

It's essential to note that AIIMS does not charge consultation fees apart from the initial payment for the OPD slip appointment. Medications and consultations are provided free of charge. However, implants used during surgery and certain expensive medications/injections for HRT may incur charges which would be subsidized. Private room accommodations and other amenities may also entail additional charges.

In summary, to ensure a smooth process:

- Schedule an appointment with the Endocrinologist for a consultation on Monday.

- Be prepared to undergo evaluations by the endocrinologist and psychiatrist which will not incur any cost.

- Bring medical records and documentation if transferring from another doctor to AIIMS.

- Collaborate with the psychiatry and surgery departments as needed.

I hope this update proves helpful. Until next time!

Bangalore to Delhi and Back to Bangalore

Hey you !

It's been a while since I last posted. Recently, in May 2024, I visited New Delhi, our nation's capital. I had the chance to meet a lot of bureaucrats who are working on improving the lives of transgender individuals. I also have some medical updates to share, but I'll save those for the next post. This one is all about my meetings with the officials.

First, I stopped by the Ministry of Social Justice and Empowerment. I spoke with a senior bureaucrat there, who gave me some hope. They mentioned a few small changes, notifications, and guidelines for district officials who handle the transgender identity cards and certificates. I asked about the binary gender marker ID card, and they explained that the 2019 Act requires surgery for a binary gender marker. But in 2020, they updated the rules so that now you just need a medical certificate for gender dysphoria to apply for a binary gender certificate.

They're also planning to create a proper format for the transgender ID cards so they can be printed and laminated like regular ID cards.

When it comes to scholarships, there's still nothing decided yet. The same goes for the Garima Greh scheme. As for the Composite Medical Health Scheme, they need to talk with the Ministry of Family Health and Welfare, the Director General of Health Services, and the National Health Authority before they can implement any health policies.

Next, I visited another ministry that deals with medical affairs. They told me that medical issues are mostly handled by state governments, so the central government can't do much directly. But they are working on new policies and a health package for transgender individuals under the Ayushmann Bharat scheme. It's hard to say when this will happen, but it might be after the next elections. Meanwhile, we can keep hoping and maybe write letters to push for quicker action or some interim relief.

Unfortunately, not everything went smoothly on my trip. I had two really bad experiences. Once, near my hotel in Delhi, I was catcalled, and another time, when I was in an auto, the same thing happened. Then, when I got back to Bangalore and was waiting for an auto to take me home, an old guy kept touching his groin area and trying to call me over. I felt disgusted, angry, and concerned about such behavior. It made me reflect on the challenges people from outside Bangalore might face when they visit here.

But aside from those three incidents, everything else was good

Thanks for reading, and I'll be back soon with more updates!

Obstacles

Tonight, I find myself drowning in a sea of emotions as I confront the seemingly insurmountable obstacles on my path towards transition surgeries. It's a journey fraught with darkness, where every step forward feels like a battle against the tide of despair.

The obstacles that loom before me cast long shadows over my soul, weighing me down with their oppressive presence. There are the personal challenges, the relentless whispers of doubt and insecurity that echo in the recesses of my mind. Coping with dysphoria and the relentless onslaught of anxiety threatens to consume me, leaving me gasping for air in a sea of self-loathing constantly feeling incomplete.

And then there are the social challenges, the harsh realities of a world that refuses to see me for who I truly am. It's a world where the words of others cut like knives, slicing through the fragile veneer of my self-worth. Their unintentional comments and unintentional benifit of the doubt opportunity slights serve as painful reminders of the hurdles that stand between me and the life I long to live.

Relationships are a minefield, fraught with the constant fear of rejection and abandonment. The thought of opening up to others, only to be met with disdain or indifference, fills me with a bone-deep ache that refuses to be ignored. It's a lonely existence, surrounded by people yet feeling utterly alone in my struggle.

But amidst the darkness, there are fleeting moments of respite. A kind word from a friend, a gentle touch that speaks volumes more than words ever could. In those moments, I find a flicker of hope amidst the despair, a glimmer of light in the suffocating darkness.

So as I navigate through the treacherous waters of my surgical journey, I cling to that flicker of hope with all the strength I can muster. It may be small, barely visible against the overwhelming tide of despair, but it's enough to keep me going for another day trying to complete myself to feel myself.

STOPPING HRT

In the midst of my journey, life threw several curveballs my way, prompting me to hit pause on my Hormone Replacement Therapy (HRT) last August. It was a tough call, triggered by the passing of my grandmother, followed by a bout of tonsillitis that landed me in the hospital for a week. Throw in the chaos of college entrance exams, and my HRT plans took a backseat. It felt like a series of relentless challenges, but I knew I had to navigate them one step at a time.

Finally, after wrapping up my exams in December, I recommitted to my HRT journey. Those intervening months brought their own set of hurdles, including a not-so-great experience that tested my resilience. But I held my ground, and in January, I marked a significant milestone – my sixth dose of testosterone blocker which is the duration of three months. But the estrogen dosage, however, will remain consistent during this period, a strategic move as I gear up for the next phase of my journey.

In the midst of all this, there's a bright spot on the horizon. I've been accepted into a fantastic prestigious Law College, and the best part is, I don't have to move away from home. That's a huge relief, though I'm fully aware that the college experience will bring its own set of adventures and challenges. But hey, I'm up for it. There's just a few hurdle's left to clear before I can dive into this new chapter, and I'm hopeful it won't be long before I can put it behind me.

Looking forward, before the end of March 2024 holds another significant event for me – Top Surgery. It's a decision I've considered carefully, a pivotal step in aligning my physical self with my true identity. The anticipation is a mix of nerves and excitement, but deep down, I know it's the right path for me.

As I gear up for college and the transformative journey ahead, I want to acknowledge every twist and turn that has shaped my story. Each setback, each decision to forge ahead – it's all part of the tapestry of my life. Sharing this journey is not just a personal reflection but also a way to connect with others on similar paths. Here's to the coming months, filled with victories, support, and the continued pursuit of authenticity.

Feeling of writing

As the night envelops me in its shadowy embrace, I find solace in the world I create through my writing. It's a place where I can weave my own narrative, surrounded by the people I long for and cherish. While life has introduced me to wonderful souls who have become more than friends, there remains an unfillable void, a yearning for someone or something that feels out of reach.

In the tapestry of my memories, I find myself longing for those I've lost along the way. They exist now only in the echoes of cherished moments, their presence a bittersweet reminder of the fragility of life. I miss the warmth of their understanding, the comfort of their embrace, and the reassurance that their unwavering support provided.

There are moments when I wonder if I could have done things differently, if I had been braver and more outspoken about my true self in the presence of my dear mother. Perhaps, if I had opened up more to my grandmother before she passed, she would have embraced me with the love and understanding I yearned for, despite her initial reservations about my journey.

The weight of unspoken words hangs heavy in the silence, especially when it comes to the person I fell in love with. Regret tinges my thoughts as I contemplate whether a different approach, one laced with patience and understanding, could have altered our trajectory. In the stillness of the night, I find myself clinging to the fragile tendrils of hope, envisioning a future where our paths converge once more, where understanding and love intertwine in a bond that transcends all boundaries.

In these moments of vulnerability, I can only hope that my words reach him, conveying the depth of my emotions and the unspoken desire to reconcile and rebuild what we once started. It's a plea to bridge the chasm between us, to rediscover the profound connection that once bound my soul with his. As I lay my heart bare in these words, I hope and dream that somewhere, somehow, the universe will conspire to reunite us, allowing our souls to reconnect and write a story that defies the odds.

Falling in Love (One-sided)

Love has its own enigmatic ways, often leading us down a path of dreams and desires, with its unpredictable currents and tumultuous tides, only to leave us grasping at fleeting wisps of what could have been. I found myself ensnared in a similar tale, where I found myself falling, falling hard for a soul that seemed to speak the language of my own, where my heart was captivated by a love that fate deemed unattainable. Despite our shared connection, circumstances beyond our control wove a web that prevented our love from blossoming into something more.

The ache of unrequited love is an indescribable pain, a shattering of the heart that seems to echo through every fiber of one's being. As I find myself pouring these words onto the page, I can't help but wonder if he will ever stumble upon these lines. Perhaps, it's my way of reaching out, of whispering my sentiments into the universe, or maybe it's my attempt to grasp onto a sliver of hope that somehow, our paths might realign. It's the inescapable feeling of being trapped in a reverie, one that I can't seem to break free from.

The depth of emotions I've experienced has been both exhilarating and devastating. Amidst the turmoil, the well-intentioned advice from well-wishers only seems to skim the surface. "Move on," they say, as if it were a switch that could be easily flicked off. But my heart refuses to comply, entangled in a web of emotions that refuses to loosen its grip.

In the silence of the night, I find myself tracing the contours of his absence, clinging onto the slimmest thread of hope that perhaps, just perhaps, our paths might intersect once more. It's the unwavering faith in the magic of serendipity that keeps me holding on, even as the weight of uncertainty threatens to crush my spirit. I long for a connection that transcends the boundaries of romance, a bond that can withstand the trials of time. Though the weight of unreciprocated affection drapes heavy upon my soul, I find solace in the mere thought of maintaining some form of connection, even if it's just as friends. The prospect of severing ties completely feels like an impossibility, leaving a void that threatens to engulf me whole.

Through the tears and the ache, I find solace in the flicker of hope that refuses to be snuffed out. It's the faint whisper of a promise, a silent vow that love, in all its complexities, will find a way to prevail. And so, I continue to tread this delicate tightrope of emotion, with a heart that remains tethered to his, beating in silent rhythm, yearning for a future where our paths may intertwine once more. As I pen these words, tears blur the lines, each drop a testament to the profound depth of my emotions. It's in these moments of vulnerability that I find a semblance of peace, knowing that my words carry the weight of my unspoken feelings, etched into the very fabric of my being.

Reason for No New Post Yet and partial stop of HRT

Life took some unexpected turns, and my writing took a backseat. I used to write to express myself, but lately, it's been tough. Things started getting rough during my last hormonal session. That day, my grandma got really sick, and she passed away the next day because of her heart. It hit me hard, and I couldn't keep up with my meds after that. Dealing with all the emotions was a struggle.

Eventually, I managed to get back on track with my meds, but then I got sick. That meant I had to stop my hormone replacement therapy for a while. It's been a rollercoaster of emotions and challenges, but I'm slowly finding my way back. Writing has always been my refuge, and I'm hoping that sharing my story can resonate with someone going through a tough time. Life can be hard, but we can make it through

Through it all, I've learned that life doesn't always follow the script we've penned. It can throw some tough challenges our way, leaving us feeling lost and overwhelmed. As I slowly ease back into my writing, I find solace in putting my thoughts and draft once more. It's a cathartic process, allowing me to make sense of the chaos and find a glimmer of hope even in the darkest of times. 

Philosophically I've come to realise that the struggles we face are what shape us, molding us into stronger and more empathetic individuals.

So, if you're going through a rough patch, just know that it's going to end sometime. We're all in this together, navigating the unpredictable journey of life. I/we need to remember, it's okay not to be okay. Take each day as it comes, and hold on to the little moments of joy that come our way. They may seem small, but they have the power to light up even the darkest paths of our memory lane.