After what I thought was a good 30 year run I can guarantee that there is no "cure". Diversions, distractions, denials can help keep your mind mostly off it. Hit one of life's pot-holes and guess what demon comes out of deep hibernation?
When I attended the Maryland State Senate hearings for SB212, the trans rights bill, there were several opposition speakers that claimed to be "cured". If carrying around all that hate, anger, and darkness comes with being cured, I'd rather choose what's behind Door #2, or 3, or 4, or 5.....
My diversions, distractions, denials led basically to a joyless, eventually passionless, life filled with "have-to's" and false expectations for myself and at times worse yet, false expectations for others. The bar was set at an impossible height by my own hand. I kept my humanity, empathy, and ability to love others and to some extent myself. If I had to give those up to be "cured" I just might as well do myself in rather than being one of the walking dead.
In the past two years I've been able to not only embrace my transsexualism but actually be empowered by it. Doing so does not equate to having to go full-time. My wife is not exactly thrilled although she knew from day one I was some sort of a T person and needed the occasional "day off". Her priorities are for my safety and happiness. Yes, in that order. This is the real world.
Am I now being selfish? She thinks not. Is she scared and worried about the future? Yes indeed, as am I.
The alternative of a "cured" life filled with the dark clouds of anger and hate filling both of our skies is not a viable alternative for us. I know, her and I are both being selfish