I had the closest working relationship – working relationship! – with my psychiatrist during transition. I spent the most time with her during retransition as well, although we only scheduled a handful of visits before she referred me to another therapist. I remember her as pastel.
She favored pastel pantsuits in loose cuts – pink and orchid. Her office was decorated in pale beige and pink. There were two windows in her office, separated by a section of wall on which there hung an Impressionist garden scene. The light in her office was soft – the windows faced south, and she pulled blinds down to shade her office every afternoon. She had a soft, reassuring voice, too. The clock on her table was turned to face away from me. Clients sat on her couch, which I believe was dove grey.