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

Nov 12: Doctors, ugh—and Prejudice. My latest doctor—oh let’s call him Mr. Passive-Aggressive just for fun (PA). The first time he saw me he ended up rushing out of the room with his hands in the air, saying, (about my needing some antidepressants refilled—I thought then), “I can’t handle this!” (I’m trans, remember, but I don’t frighten people, okay?)


Okay, now what exactly did that mean? My impression, and I’m pretty good at this sort of thing, was shock, fear, disgust. This doctor must have gone straight from prep school to the Ivory Tower. But how does someone go through college and med school and still retain such a strong ignorance of diversity and humanity?


Chapter 54