Just one part of an all-round great day out today. We talked about my birth mother's recent passing, and how she is now at peace and free from suffering. Then, I asked her a very blunt question: "Because I crossdress, does that mean I'm ill?". We talked about how I first dressed when I was 12. She told me that things that go on at the time of puberty can often determine where our life goes from there. In my case, apparently crossdressing got "locked in" to some degree.
Bottom line: I'm not ill. Therefore, I can't be cured.