GENDER DYSPHORIA. PSYCHOLOGIST IN THE MAKING (2 of 2)

Ramin Entry #31

Following the letter of acceptance, I received this official announcement on the University’s website to my joy and disbelief. I had reloaded the site several times thinking there was an error in displaying the names. When the same list kept appearing, that’s when it began to sink in that I was one of only 8 people who had been accepted into the Bachelor of Psychology program.

The feeling was indescribably foreign and almost surreal that I didn’t know how to react. I don’t know how many people took the Entrance Test, but 8 is an incredibly small number for such a large University. Nevertheless, the first thing that came to my mind was my ultimate feeling of gratefulness to God to have given me the strength and determination to pursue this endeavor with such bewildering outcome.

The Entrance Test consisted of 4 parts: English, Verbal, Numeric, and Personality; each with 30 questions and a countdown of only 30 minutes’ time allowance.

Faith propelled me through the whole journey as I was taken ill days before the Entrance Test that affected my very minimal preparation. Not having recovered from my illness whilst taking the test also overwhelmed me with feelings of heaviness and pounding in my head from stuffy and runny nose. Moreover, there was an error in the University’s system that forced me to have to retake the Numeric part of the test a second time. Realizing the error was in and itself a testament to God’s grace and guidance, without which I would’ve scored a zero for that part of the test that would result in definite elimination from the running.

Still hung up on the number 8, I began asking questions. It appeared that this was only the first batch of acceptance. More batches will be opened to fill the predetermined targeted quota of the program. However, subsequent batches will be subjected to lower criterial acceptance standards.

It was a very humbling experience. Integrating God into every little facet of my life rests my worries and tribulations in God and this allows me to feel and see little nuances in everything, with assurances that whatever happens is for a reason and purpose. This milestone boosts my conviction and confidence that this is what I’m meant to do.

This journal chronicles my trauma-healing process and progress. If you’re interested to read in sequence in its entirety, you may jump directly from the beginning >here