found out about his transvestism but we were turning against him when he continued to drink, inspite of all the talking we did to him. I remember many nights we only got a couple of hours sleep trying to convince him that drinking wasn't the solution but it seemed all in vain. We had had it, his wife had had it, other friends who did not under- stand why he drank had had it. He was losing everything. His wife wanted a divorce, she looked like she was ready for the pyscho ward. We just started to be as cold as anything to him but none of this seem- ed to phase him, at least not at first.

Then one day he came home and announced that he thought he fin- ally had found his religion. That he and his wife would become Cath- olics. He seemed to change a little and we tried again. But even with the religion he wouldn't face his problem and resorted to drinking again. This time he used any excuse he could because he knew would no longer accept the excuse that he was drinking because he was a TV. Some of his excuses and performances were really academy award stuff and if I had an oscar in my hand, I would have banged him over the head with it.

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Bernie and his wife were supposed to be baptized in a short while with my wife and I as sponsors. With this new phase of drinking he was going through I didn't think it would ever be. It got to the point where the only reason we would sponsor their baptizm was because of his wife. If he decided to jump off a cliff or drown himself or what- ever way he planned to kill himself, at least, being of some faith, she would be able to get some help.

Again we wanted no part of him. We just treated him coldly and stayed as far away as possible. During the days, the girls saw each other but at night each stayed in her own apartment. It just seemed that it was never going to get better. We wanted to be Bernie's friends and we tried to help him but his drinking forced us apart. Some how he finally realized he was losing the only family and friends he had left. He didn't know where to turn or who to go to. He knew we had lost all respect for him and he had to stay away.

Then one day he read an article in "Sexology" by Charles Prince and this changed his whole life. Contact was made and Bernard joined the "sorority". Here he met many men just like himself. Most of them had had lots of troubles in their lives too. This made him fin- ally realize he was not alone with this problem. He was told the same thing pyschiatrists had told him in the past and more important, he was hearing the same things my wife and I had been telling him all along. This knowledge that he wasn't alone was the start of his being

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