"I don't know what it is but it just won't quit." -- That SO describes how we start.
When I was still "getting comfie" with the idea that I was what I often thought I was but could only wistfully dream of becoming, many of Meat Loaf's songs ran around my head. I thought this kind of strange, as I was on a huge Nightwish kick at the time.
One of Meatloaf's songs, "It Just Won't Quit", contains a lyric that asks the question, "Is this a blessing, or is it a curse?" While the song is in no way (that I am aware) connected to things TransGendered, that question was running about my head my head for some time after.
I eventually came to the conclusion that transsexualism, and very probably transgenderism in general is a blessing in that it forces us to be open our eyes, it teaches us to ourselves regardless. It makes us question what we are told, what we learn, what we are. It makes us understand that we are special. It makes us see that absolutes are not. An if nothing else, it makes us see life from a different angle, and that is truly a blessing.
But all silver linings are not without dark clouds, and as I am sure we are all aware this particular dark cloud is very dark indeed. But nonetheless though the pain and anguish, the hurt and torment, the agony and despair. Perhaps especially despair. Through it all, those of us who survive, those who hang on to the so very fine threads, those who keep going when the reason for going is gone, when the want has left, when the end is a warm, welcome embrace. We carry on. Perhaps through it all our sense of self is strengthened, or our resolve is so forged as to be unbreakable. Or perhaps it is that last little light of hope... whatever the reasons we endure and we carry on. Very dark clouds indeed. To be forced to this, with neither option nor reprieve, without hope and with slim understanding. To be damned by our fellows simply because we try to do as they do, to be themselves, to be OURSELVES. For this it is truly a curse.
This duality makes VeryGnawty's term, mentioned in the first edition, of "blessed curse" particularly apt.
To be fair, when I say "wistfully dream" ... words fail to convey. Transsexualism will remain a blessing to me, even if occasionally in disguise.