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Robbed.

My son with autism turns 18 this fall. He should be about to begin his senior year of high school. That’s not happening. I was just thinking about what I was doing at his age. I spent the summer before my senior year at Fort Leonard Wood, Mo. wearing camo and combat boots.

My friend Carla and I. FLW. MO August 1993.
My friend Carla and I. FLW. MO August 1993.

Early June 1993. I got on a plane for the first time and flew halfway across the country by myself. I remember the feelings of doubt in my gut as I wondered what the fuck I had gotten myself into, but there was excitement too, and I was pretty happy with the decision I had made. It was my first taste of freedom.

You spend a few days in a reception battalion before you go off to basic training. It was over a weekend and I can remember we actually got to go to a dance one of the last nights. Yeah. It’s not your dad’s boot camp. I met a guy named Greg. He was my two hour long crush for the evening. Later I went on to name my rifle after him.

...and I will name him Greg, and pet him, and love him...
…and I will name him Greg, and pet him, and love him…

I had a lot of fun there. I know that is not the point, but I am weird. I loved the camping. I loved the smell of musty canvas tents. I loved playing in the dirt. I loved field chow. I loved the friends. I loved the crazy drill sergeants. I loved the firing range. I loved the smell of gun powder –the only downside of the range was from being right handed, but left eye dominant. You have to lean over the rifle further. Hot spent brass goes down your shirt… into your bra. Just sayin’ –Yeah, I loved it all. Best summer camp, ever.

Me in Basic Training.
Me in Basic Training.

I still had one year of school to go, but I knew I was going to transfer to the Regular Army and was loving this new beginning. I suppose I cut all the crazy fun short by having a kid at age 21, but I was OK with that because I had lived a million lifetimes in those few short years between high school and parenthood. Great friends, great adventures, drama filled break-ups, hook-ups, parties, fights, love, hate, drunken shenanigans –shit… you name it, I did it. I loved every minute of it and wouldn’t trade a single minute of it.

Those moments helped make me who I am. For better or worse. My choices. Good ones. Bad ones. My life. It was mine to live or fuck up as I saw fit. My beautifully flawed, autonomous life.

My son? Oh, he’s still just pacing the house. Begging me to take him to the store to buy a big bottle of soda. Screaming when a computer program doesn’t work right. I KNOW he wants to be on his own, but he cannot. He will ask me to leave. He will ask if he can drive. I finally had to tell him one day, “Gavin, because of your autism and seizure history, you can never drive a car.” [For those who are not familiar with him, he is nowhere near high functioning. He is severely autistic. He doesn’t effectively communicate. His IQ tests very low. His brain was significantly damaged.]

He’ll never get a chance to fuck up big, to fail big. He’ll never get a chance to make decisions without me.  He won’t get to learn as he goes –to mold himself into the adult person of his own choosing.  He’ll never get a chance win big, to succeed big –to set a goal and prove himself even better than his wildest dreams.  I am not saying there is no one in there –but his physical limitations prevent him from exploring his talents.  One example, he is extremely musically talented –but his auditory PAIN AND SUFFERING prevent him from developing that talent. (I already know I am going to have people from the ND crowd telling me he CAN and I am selling my son short.  But you don’t know MY son’s autism. Period. You don’t live in my house.)

Robbed. --at 'vaccine needle' point.
Robbed. –at ‘vaccine needle’ point.

He was robbed. Of his entire autonomous adult life.
He is a child inside, frozen in time. In the body of an adult man.
He won’t be meeting some girl named Kaitlyn at a battalion dance. He won’t be naming his rifle after her. He won’t be making new life-long friends. He won’t get to enjoy the smell of musty tents and gunpowder, or feel the burns from freshly ejected shell casings going down his shirt. No first kiss. No fist fights over a girl. No drunken night time water skiing on a boat with no lights 😉 No college. No high school diploma. No first car. No adult life.

Because Vaccines. Because Autism. Because people didn’t, and still can’t, see what we are doing to generations of children.  Yes, I KNOW my son was genetically susceptible to vaccine damage, but that doesn’t make the vaccines less guilty.
We are killing our kids. Literally sometimes, figuratively other times. He was robbed.

*BREAKING NEWS* Doctor’s are STILL Getting smarter!!!

Every fucking day, more moron physicians learn to identify their ass from a hole in the ground!! WOOT!

Better Diagnosing Starts Here!

Autism NOW 1 in 88 –1 in 54 boys!!

–Well, not really now… first they said 2000, then they said 2008… But they also said 8 year olds, which would be 2004.  So… Um.. Whatevs!

[EDIT TO ADD: Here was the source of my confusion… These number are from the birth year 2000 cohort.  They looked at the data from when these kids were 8…. FOUR years ago.  How slow is that calculator of theirs, right? There is NO reason that we can’t have the number from the 2004 cohort… and those number WILL BE 1 in 25 if they are honest.  You know it.  I know it! How will they hide those numbers? With the proposed changes to the DSM, which removes PDD-NOS and Asperger’s  from the manual.]

“Mark Roithmayr, president of the advocacy group Autism Speaks, says more children are being diagnosed with autism because of “better diagnosis, broader diagnosis, better awareness, and roughly 50% of ‘We don’t know.'”

PICK ME!!! PICK ME!! I KNOW!!! I KNOW!!!!

Are we REALLY, I mean… FUCKING really going to keep up the “better diagnosing and broadening definition” BULL SHIT!
The DSM 4 DX criteria HAS NOT CHANGED since my son was DX’d in 1998.

And better diagnosing??? They have been jerking off to that offensive porn for over a decade… where were all these stupid fucking doctors who just learned what autism was these past two years?

THERE IS NO SUCH THING as a GENETIC EPIDEMIC. Say it over and over again until you understand what that means!
Autism is environmental.
EVERYTHING is different.
We inject neurotoxins in INFANTS and can’t make the fucking connection!!!
YES, they took SOME of the mercury out… but not all, and it’s so much more than mercury!
And our food is genetically altered and FULL of PESTICIDES… our food, air, water…
ALL THESE THINGS that were “tested” is small amounts IN ISOLATION, are now FORCED in MASS QUANTITIES INTO SMALL BODIES with developing immune systems and BRAINS….
And then there are the chemicals in plastics and everything we come into contact with on a daily basis.

It is the SUM of all the parts. And the biggest offender is the vaccines.

JESUS MOTHER FUCKING CHRIST this isn’t rocket science!

The vaccine program in this country is a large scale, scientific study that hasn’t ended yet, you have unwillingly signed up your kids as test subjects –oh and… no one is actually looking at the results. They don’t care. Because the vaccine manufactures WHO DO THEIR OWN EFFICACY/SAFETY STUDIES, are not legally liable for the damage to your child.

FUCK! Get a clue.