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

Our first few years of marriage involved trying to fit in with our boat-owning, golf-playing neighbors. It didn’t really work well. I didn’t like it there. I had a couple of therapists I may have mentioned—the one who wouldn’t talk and the one who wouldn’t shut up? And a third, a gay man, I told him about my unhappiness at not fitting in? He said, “Why don’t you move then.” Do you know how much people like him charge for that kind of advice?


And we travelled. Of course we drove the twenty minutes north to Port Townsend for LGBT lunches and, at that time, Unity meetings for Robyn. And we drove the thirty minutes south to the mall in Silverdale and medical appointments at Naval Hospital Bremerton.


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