It somehow has/had never occurred to me that I should feel shame for being a transwoman. This is something about me and my life that I am personally comfortable with, as is my family. Our neighbors don't seem to notice much at all, and tend to lead lives separate from the rest. I guess one aspect that helps make this possible, is that I live in a "bedroom" community in a rural area, where the average property is much larger than typical suburban settings. They care most about cutting their grass, and going to and from work.
Now the work part....yes, that's a problem. I work with a lot of accepting people, who have told me they support me, and see that this is a good thing, have something nice to say, or smile every time they see me, call me Bev or Beverly, and use female pronouns.
I also work with many more of the "it's okay with me, if it doesn't impinge upon my life, but I don't see how you cannot be ashamed of dressing like a female", people. Then, I also have the pleasure of working with a very small handful of people, who prior to my coming out, were fine with me, but now apparently actually hate me. They are, by and large ignorant, think ignorant things, and say ignorant things. My favorite Irish saying that applies to situations like this is : What would you expect from a pig, but a grunt? Fortunately for me, they choose not to verbalize them to me. But I see the glares, the mocking looks, etc. Still, this does not make me ashamed, it makes me angry. A better person might say it makes them sad. However, I have built up a certain amount of inner hostility toward these people, that I dare never let show. I have enough workplace friends that counterbalance that negativity.
Out and about in the world, I am read once in a while, given away almost every time by my voice. This frustrates me, but still never makes me ashamed.
I would like to be part of a global effort to educate people. I have by now, had to tell some of my workplace friends, who want to understand ts, that I have talked more about my personal life than anyone else I know, is willing to. Yet they feel that I am a resource. They are interested, and so feel justified in asking more and more very personal things about me, about my life away from work, about my love life. Nothing seems sacred to them, and so, I have told them that I have reached a saturation point, and they, a boundary.
Yes, I would like to be part of a global normalizing reality of ts, but I'm too busy surviving. It takes all my energy to put up with the ignorant few, feel confident in my presentation to customers, and earn enough to pay my bills and mortgage. Maybe, if we could all do a part among our curious friends, that would at least get us closer. Answer their questions. They will spread their knowledge, as they understand it.
So, no, I can say I have never been ashamed of being a transwoman, but it makes for a difficult, and busy life.