Deb:
As you've heard from the others, being transsexual is terminal. It *will* kill you in time. And there is no cure. There is only living with it. Giving in to the demands of your cross wired brain that you become outside what you are inside.
But in order to do that, you have to be willing to give *everything* up. Really EVERYTHING. If you are not suffering from this blessing/curse, run, don't walk to the nearest exit.
Nothing you have external to yourself will mean anything if you spend most of your waking hours in clinical depression. A wonderful family, nice house, good job, and everything else will have no meaning.
I have to say, I have been blessed by my transition. I really have lost little in comparison to some truly hurtful losses that some of the others here have suffered. But I didn't know that when I started. When I could no longer continue living the lie of my life, I was willing to give everything up. Because sooner or later, I'd get that whole suicide thing right and it wouldn't matter any more anyway.
People have told me that told me that transitioning is very courageous. Yeah it takes wherewithal, but it is no more courageous than running out of a burning building. Transition, and maybe lose everything, or die, and lose everything anyway.
If you aren't there, consider yourself so very lucky.
But! You knew there was a "but" in all this.
If you do have this terrible blessing, transitioning is the most wonderful thing in life! It is the blessing. Life takes on colors and aspects that you have never seen. Since I came out to myself and started down the path to where I am today, I have found out that after 55 years on this planet, I can find joy in life. Doors have opened for me that I never knew were there. I have a new found spirituality that replaced the cynicism in my life. I have found Goddess in a grain of sand, and the world is in my heart.
This is what awaits you.
And here you probably thought it was just about dressing up...
-Sandy