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

Once back home, an MTF friend came to visit and showed me how to self-inject, which was so much simpler than I would have thought, but so funny considering we were both going different directions. And remembering how I had quit Medical Assistant school because I’d have to learn how to give shots.


June: I saw both therapists today. The first one decided I did not have multiple personality disorder or schizophrenia, so we had a celebratory dinner at Black Angus, and came home. Aren’t therapists great? I think I rolled my eyes too far.


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