Fishies: On vaccines, fishies, autism and coincidence.

This meme recently caught a second wind over on my old facebook page, Autism Wars. People are sharing it. Good. I hope it makes some think.

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Here is the story behind the moment the sentence “Vaccines are the leading cause of coincidence in the United States.” popped into my head. I was reading “Unraveling the Mystery of Autism and Pervasive Developmental Disorder” by Karen Seroussi, and she mentions how “fish” was her son’s last word, because there was an aquarium in the waiting room at the doctors office when she took him for his MMR. I about fell off my chair. Me Too. Gavin Too. “ishies” was his last word… because there was an aquarium in the waiting room at the doctors office when I took him for his MMR. I wondered how many moms had that same story.

I laughed to myself when I pictured the medical community saying, “Tapping on fish tanks and saying “Fish”” is linked to autism! Get rid of your fish tanks!!

I thought about all the other “coincidences” that all our kids have in common. The ear infections, the gut trouble, the eczema, the timing of the regression… All, ‘coincidentally’ following vaccines. And there it was… vaccines! Vaccines are to blame for the epidemic rise in coincidence in this country!

Insert: *eye roll*

You know, true scientific method doesn’t ignore even the smallest of coincidence. It studies it. Our CDC did study it… and they found that MMR vaccine was linked to an increase in Autism in black boys and individuals with isolated autism (which, is pretty much all our kids). And then they reworked those numbers to make it go away. Don’t believe me? Go see Vaxxed.

Don’t stay misinformed. You don’t have to. Fish tanks in doctors offices don’t cause autism. Vaccines can, however, and vaccines do. You have to look at what is biologically plausible. You have to understand that autism isn’t a “thing” in and of itself. It’s a label slapped on a box that holds a list of symptoms. What causes all those symptoms? Start here, 124 studies that support the vaccine/autism connection.

Florida, Saving Money, one hungry adult at a time.

There is this Conservative/Republican idea that we don’t need to be taxed to pay for social welfare programs. That such programs should run on private donations, because people are generally good and if they aren’t being taxed and “forced” to pay for these programs, then they will gladly open their wallets and just give.

So put your money where your mouth is. In Florida changes to the food stamp program went into effect where “able-bodied” adults who were WORKING, yet still met the income requirements, are being kicked off the program because they can only be on food stamps 3 months every 1.5 years.

Now at some point we decided how much of an income isn’t enough to afford proper nutrition, these people ARE WORKING JOBS, but still are not making enough money to feed themselves (don’t get me started on minimum wage/living wage in this country), HOWEVER we’ve now decided that they only deserve proper nutrition 3 months out of every 21 months?

And how much of that cut back do you expect to see back in your pockets, Floridians? Do you really think the state of Florida is going to give you your NINE CENTS back every month from this one particular cut? Heck no. I’m sure that slice will go toward some ridiculous pork. OR maybe they will throw it into the fund paying $506 a day to put autistic kids into nursing homes instead of paying the parents a tiny fraction of that to keep their kids at home. Way to think in a financially sound way, Florida!

People are so damn worried about the 2.6% of statistically-insignificant welfare fraud, that you will convince yourself that this move is a good thing –while completely ignore corporate welfare and the obscene amount of money we hemorrhage into “defense”. Smoke screens. You’ve been duped. Be ashamed, be very ashamed.

So put your money where your mouth is, because food banks and soup kitchens are about to see an influx of 12,000 people.

They lie.

[Quick Hello first: I haven’t wrote a blog in forever. I’m exhausted on a daily basis. I do my ranting on Tsu and Facebook mostly, and then regret not turning it into a blog. So many things I should be writing about right now like the movie Vaxxed, and Andrew Wakefield and Del Bigtree, and Tribeca, and vaccines and Bob Wright. I will. I just wanted to rewrite a post that was on the old blog in some form but I don’t think I moved it over here, or perhaps it is here and I’m repeating myself, but it could use a little repeating.]

I have a million guesses as to why the average person finds it so hard to believe that the CDC would lie to them and cover up vaccine findings. I’m sure it’s a combination of many things. I saw something once that makes it easier for me to believe (I mean, besides watching my own child’s health tank with each round of vaccines, and reading all the research and medical books, etc.). Something that sat tucked away in my mind, to be pulled out later in a moment of, “Well, yeah, I’ve seen them make records disappear.”

I was stationed at Walter Reed when they had a group of men in for some medical testing regarding Gulf War Illness. This was 1995.
I was living in the student barracks, which were also medical hold and guest barracks in some sections. I would not only run into the men at work, but I’d see them around the barracks. I was on guard duty one night, sitting at the desk and chatting with one of the guys. They were getting ready to leave in the next day or two and he was telling me that when he went to get a copy of his medical records they weren’t there. He was told that there was no record of him having been seen, and he wasn’t the only one.

Naive me, “Oh c’mon! I took your x-ray. They have to be here.”
Now, I don’t remember if I had a computer there to pull it up, or if I followed up at work the next day –memories fade. I just remember being at our computer system and not being able to pull up his name. He was gone. Erased. I went to the file room. The films would be there, they had to be. Originals are never signed out. Gone. I had the names of a couple other guys, and same story. Gone from the computer. Gone from the file room. Gone. They couldn’t get copies of their own medical records from their time at Walter Reed, because apparently they were never there, evidence be damned.

I had heard stories later about how Gulf War records were “misfiled”, medical and otherwise. Some were sent to the main record facility, and they filed them not by name, or medical record number, but by date of visit and clinic, at least that was the story at the time.  Some were never found at all.  Remember too, at this point they were still denying that gulf war illness was a thing.

Misfiling paper records could be chalked up to incompetence. Computer records deleted might also be, but not when they match up to missing paper records. That speaks to something intentional.

Do a quick google search for Gulf war missing records. You’ll find some interesting reads. It’s a sad rabbit hole to go down when you start to read all these personal stories. Not only were medical records gone, but records of troop movements, gone. Anything to show where the troops were in relation to “toxic plumes”, gone. After action reports, gone. Vaccines administered, not entered into the records. So I guess I am not surprised that records of the “study” on troops would vanish immediately and the men given nothing but shrugged shoulders from head scratching employees saying, “Hm. Weird. I dunno.”

The government is fully capable of manipulating data, records and history to fit their needs. I wish I had thought harder about what I witnessed before I trusted the same people to vaccinate my child.

Tonight was one of those nights….

…one of those night where you just feel like throwing an electrical appliance in the water with you, know what I mean?

Instead of reaching for the toaster, I grabbed my IonCleanse by AMD! That thing saved lives tonight!! 😉

Gavin has never been one to react to the full moon. I see all my Autism Mom friends cursing the moon and I know I am lucky. So, maybe it was a coincidence or maybe it was the giant-super-blood-harvest-eclipse-moon from hell –but he was bouncing off the walls –literally. Scripting like mad… running and jumping thru the house like a wild man. The sound of his sneakers hitting the floor + the scripting was pushing me over the edge.

See, I am having a “bad sensory day” too. I’ve said it 1,000 times, the autism doesn’t fall far from the tree.
I’ve been struggling to get a damn grip on reality and my life and forced myself back on a ketogenic diet. I always feel great on keto. Mental clarity. Weight loss. Focus…. but also… rapid detox. The first week back on is HELL.

And it hit me tonight, I could almost feel my body swing into full dietary ketosis. Right when Gavin went nuts… I went nuts. I was crawling out of my own skin.
“Gavin, shhhhhhhhh!”
“OMG GAVIN, stop running!”
“GAVIN, take your damn shoes off if you can’t stop running… that sound!!!”

Well, we usually wait until 11 p.m. ish to do our footbaths –we’re night owls, but I knew one way to get those damn shoes off!
“Footbath time!!”

Ahhhhhh, quiet.
I took this time to try to get some Photoshop work done and nothing was going right, and I was getting more agitated.
Finally gave up, closed the lap top and paced the floors until my turn.

[I think I saw tiny little worms in his water tonight. At least they are identical to photos I have seen of what others are calling worms –me being me, I need a microscope and lab tests to prove it. But his water was bubbly and frothy and maybe wormy and just really gross tonight.]

My turn! I sat down, feet in the water, headphones in my ears blasting some Rolling Stones and Ahhhhhh.
A wonderful, peaceful 45 minutes.

When it was all said and done he and I went back to our agitated states, but definitely a lesser degree and more manageable. I did ponder just keeping our feet in the tub the whole night, though. 🙂

I got hit with my keto headache an hour later, and could already feel my knuckles swelling in my hands… ahead of schedule. Normally I get an RA flare around day 4-5. I swallowed a handful of charcoal, gave Gavin some, too. Made some tea and went to bed to read. Expecting to feel horrible and to fall asleep quickly.

The more I read the more my brain went into over drive. I found myself reading with one hand, writing something in my head, and researching something on my laptop with the other hand –and it was all clear and making sense.

When you spend so much time in a brain fog, these moments of clarity are shocking. They are precious and rare. I think that is where *hope* lives. You know I hate that word… but there is this little window where you get a glimpse of what life is supposed to be like. What it was like before you got so toxic and unhealthy.

The thing is, never during the first week of going back on keto do I have moments of clarity. It’s more of a hit-by-a-truck-while-hungover feeling.

I think my time in the IonClease by AMD foot bath really helped tonight. To say the least. I might not be able to get out of bed tomorrow, lol, but if nothing else, I will crawl my way to that machine!

I am working on a blog about the foot baths –this is really helping Gavin. Would you believe me if I told you that his ATEC dropped from 100 to 66 in two months? The kid who never dipped below 100 in his life. The blog is loooong. It might end up being a 2 or 3 parter. I just feel like you need to know exactly where he’s come from to understand how huge it is that this is working for him. Watch for it this week.

In the meantime you can check them out here –be sure to check the research page under the “Resources” tab.

I don’t hate my son, YOU do.

Why do you hate your son?
I get asked that a lot, I’m guessing they are all from the ND crowd.

Don’t know what ND is? They are the people who think that autism is nothing but a bit of Neurological Diversity. And that is all I am going to say about that.

Apparently, not settling into a life where you allow your “autistic” child to suffer, means that you hate your child. If you want to “cure” autism, you hate your child. If you want your child to be healthy, you hate them.

It’s broken records with these people… I tell them often that if my son had the ability to express himself like these NDs did, I wouldn’t be here. But he can’t. His “autism” is not their autism. I’d like to see them spend a couple days with him to help expand their definition of “autism”. They shove “spectrum” down our throats, yet they don’t want to acknowledge the kids at the dark, scary end of the spectrum.

YOU, ND crowd… YOU hate my son. YOU ignore his pain. YOU want the world to believe that the only autism is YOUR autism, and fuck those kids who self injure, who are 20 and still in diapers, who have to wear helmets because they bash their own heads in.  YOU choose to ignore their pain.

 

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