When younger, it was a curse that I hated. I did my best to get by and live as best I could. I thought I was insane (what sane person wants to shift gender???) and I was alone. There was no resource for me to figure out what I was actually working with. When I figured out that there was nothing to be done for my situation, I went on auto pilot with life and dealt with dysphoria and depression until I was informed that I was not crazy and that I could do something about my 'condition'.
At that point, I was elated. OMG, there is an actual name for what I am and I am not alone! I still did not want to be transsexual, but at least I had company and that was comforting. It was at this point that the acceptance started to work on myself and how I wanted to address the feelings and desires. It is that day in 1992, November in Perth Australia where I actually started my transition...but it was not until 1996 that the physical transition started.
Fast forward to today...a lot of time has passed and I am working on myself in the physical realm. I have socially transitioned over the past 20 years and while still not easy, the physical transition is now well underway. I am happy with who I am, I am okay with the fact that I am transgender, but seriously...I would have just as soon been born cis and got on with it. I kind of look forward to the day where I can just live and not be identified as trans or anything other than the woman I am.