This is the story of how Emery Walters became whom he was supposed to be.<br><br>I knew I was male at an early age, something that was a societal no-no in the 1950s and still is in parts of the country today. Burying my male identity, I strove to be the best woman possible. But after raising my four wonderful children from two debilitating marriages, I found myself alone and nearly penniless. That was when Emery asserted his identity.<br><br>Life became better with the shift from female to male, a third marriage, and a wife who, herself, transitioned from male to female.

Some Fine Day

I have symptoms of ‘covert’ sexual abuse. Unless it was my father, and I don’t think so, it may have been my cousin Ray who was a nephew of one of my parents. I have no memory of it, if indeed there was anything, but I wrote a short story about the time he stayed the night with my sister and me, ages nine and five, in the loft area of the house we lived in, in Waterford, CT. Did something happen to me? I have no idea, but Ray was later murdered, with his case profiled in a detective magazine. (“Daylight Found the Bishop Bludgeoned”, Front Page Detective, December, 1981.) My mother never mentioned there were allegations of homosexuality, rape, and possibly pedophilia involved.) I wrote my story with some of these issues in it, and in it, my relative was guilty. In reality, I have no idea. I’ll revisit this later with more information. (“Reservations” by yours truly,Boots, Dogs, and the Sea, pg. 101).


Chapter 4