One of my psychiatrists diagnosed me in 1 session, but that's because she's specifically a gender psychiatrist and I had to advocate for myself to get into the clinic in the first place. There was several long waits and I had to be "triaged" each time by doctors unfamiliar with transgender people before I could see her. Each time was being dead-named, asserting "proof" that I've gender dysphoria by answering invasive questions.

I was dressed and behaving assigned female at birth because I need to be closeted for my safety, but was looking to explore micro-dosing, as well as full on HRT.

Apparently I don't sit feminine when I'm distracted though. It was something my parents was always abusive about, and coworkers would notice.