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 found the nearby Al-Anon meetings and went. From it I found Adult Children of Alcoholics, and went. I sat through meetings every week, absorbing and learning, and it gave me strength and hope. Even though at first, I thought, “I have nothing in common with these middle age, churchy women,” I learned just from being there, as they say, ‘by the seat of the pants.’


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