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Looking For Acceptance In All The Wrong Places

It appears that I may have stumbled on a theme for this month which I find quite fitting. And I can’t think of a better theme to choose for the first month of any year than acceptance.

Accepting oneself and accepting others.

When Doug Flutie went on Oprah and spoke of his son’s autism, folks just scratched their heads because, at that time, autism wasn’t a household name. Continue reading

“Please Don’t Cry.”

I just finished reading today’s article for GMA’s OnCall+Autism entitled The Dangers of Autism.

The article begins with a former college student, Lianne Willey, recounting a time when she sought out the assistance of an officer, only to have that trust betrayed.

GMA’s Radha Chitale goes on to discuss the many dangers people on the spectrum encounter due to their failure “to recognize warning signs”.

But visible harm isn’t the only danger Radha speaks of.  There are other dangers, lurking about, hidden from view.

One of them is seizures.

{The following is not an anti-vaccines piece.  It’s just me taking a moment… to remember a child.}

According to Gina Tembenis, her son, Elias, began having seizures “after receiving 4 shots that contained 9 diseases all in one day”.  She also attributed his autism to the vaccines.

We were in the ICU for two or three days and when we finally left, what I had stated to the police officer, to the people registering, to the emergency room staff about the vaccine injury never showed up in any paperwork.

Nowhere was it noted that it was a vaccine reaction.  When we went back to our pediatrician and told him that we believed it was because of the shots Elias received that same day, he told us there was in no way any correlation between the seizures and his vaccines.

Elias suffered several seizures in his short life, and because of the seizures he was on a lot of medication.

GMA’s piece wasn’t solely about Elias.  The piece goes on to discuss when “people with autism grow older and begin navigating the social world on their own, they are naturally in danger of falling victim to physical danger, crime, or social exclusion.”

But I’m not going to talk about that… at least not in this post.  I’ll save that for another time.

Back to Elias…

The loss of a child is something no parent wants to experience.  Especially when that loss occurs while the child is still… a child.

I can’t imagine bringing a child to the hospital for a sore throat, only to lose that child to a seizure a few hours later.

I can’t even imagine what went through Gina’s mind as she held her little boy for 8 hours until she felt the life leave him.

I can’t imagine.

In McCarthy’s Mother Warriors, Gina Tembenis is listed as the final Mother Warrior. The reason?  Unlike the stories of the Mother Warriors before her, her “child warrior” has crossed over.

This poem is for Gina and Harry Tembenis.  May your hearts find peace.

Please Don’t Cry

Publisher: Dawn Glenton

Please don’t sit round my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
What makes you think that I would leave?
I’m with you mum, so please don’t grieve.
Our bond on earth was much too strong,
Our love will carry on and on…
I’m with you as you go to bed,
I plant sweet kisses on your head.
I’m in the wind, the rain, the snow,
I’m with you everywhere you go.
Please don’t cry mummy, can’t you see?
I’m safe my spirit soars, I’m free.

People with Autism are Soulless?

According to Jenny, autism is caused by vaccines. But she’s not just suggesting that vaccines may have an unintended impact on some children. In Jenny’s mind, it seems, vaccines are quite literally a thief of souls (which, of course, suggests that people with autism are soulless). Here’s what she said to Oprah, in describing her son’s autism: “The nurse gave (Evan) the shot… and soon thereafter—boom—the soul’s gone from his eyes.”

Read the rest of what Lisa had to say… and don’t forget to read the comments.  They’re particularly interesting.

Waiting to hear… “You’re fired!”

I’m a Rescue Angel.

Unlike Jenny, I did not and do not use biomedical intervention to ‘recover’ my son from the bowels of Hell aka autism.

So, you’re probably wondering why “in Sam Hill” did I connect myself to her organization?

I became a Rescue Angel because I wanted to be a listening ear for ASD families.  Unfortunately, I am not  the “angel” who would tell you that biomeds worked for my son.

I also don’t think a Rescue Angel is qualified enough “to guide” any family “through the recovery process”.

Hmmm, that would probably explain why I’m not getting a whole lot of calls or emails.

It’s just a matter of time before I receive my Donald Trump-like email announcing my termination, and to be honest with you, I’m not going to lose any sleep thinking about it.

I have often wondered if Generation Rescue even looked at my “angel application” because of my answer to the first question regarding “child’s symptoms“.


My drawers always bunch up whenever someone implies that my son is “sick”, and the more I read about what Jenny’s going around saying, the tighter these dang things get.

It’s statements like this one that cause me to nearly loose consciousness.

Jenny McCarthy: My Son No Longer Has Autism.

If this is true then why is Evan still on the GFCF diet?  And why does he still receive therapies to cover any ‘setbacks’ he may have?

There isn’t a cure for autism…meaning you can’t get rid of it.  Therefore, Evan still has it.

Look, I know she’s a mom, and we’ll all do whatever is necessary to keep our children well.  I just wish she’d stop making these kind of statements.

She is not an authority figure.  Not in the autism community.  Not in the medical community.  Not anywhere.

She does not speak for all of us.

In addition, her books should not be viewed as “handbooks” or “bibles” when it comes to what you should be doing for your child(ren).

Sadly, Jenny may also be responsible for the increase in the lack of respect parents are feeling from their child(ren)’s medical providers and the pro-vaccine community.

This quote can be found on her site on the page titled Before You Leave.

Believing that your child’s ND is caused by environmental factors requires that you confront the reality that doctors you trusted unwittingly failed you and that a government that you believed would protect you from unsafe drugs did not.

And we already know how she feels about Mercury and its connection with autism.

As you can see, I’m irritated tonight.

Like I said, I wish Jenny would get out of the spotlight.

She says her organization helps families in need through her “Family Rescue Program”, but I can’t seem to find any information on her site regarding it.

If she really wants to help ASD families… she should become a lender for Lend4Health.

Somehow, I don’t see that happening because…

Generation Rescue has helped to recover thousands of children from autism and continues to prove that Autism is Reversible.

The Gospel according to Jenny. {sigh}

Reversible… meaning,

Of or relating to a process, such as a chemical reaction or a phase change, in which the system undergoing the process can be returned to its original state.

Reversible.  Does this mean if you stop the biomedical intervention, the autism will “return”?

What about genetics?  How does one go about “reversing” the autism caused by genetic anomalies?


It’s obviously time for me to go levitate…

I have to share my “gifts, insights, and vision, which will help energetically shift the Earth’s frequency, as well as, raise the consciousness of all of humanity”.

{Sadly, the website where this famous Jenny quote came from is now… out of business. Go figure!}

Breathe in.  Breathe out.

10… 9… 8… 7… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1

Letting go.

I first learned of Jenny McCarthy’s story when she and Evan were featured in People.  After I had finished reading it, I wasn’t really sure how I was supposed to feel.

Then I remembered a conversation I had with my friend (and my son’s godmother).  She talked about her trials as a mom of a child who had PPD-NOS (Pervasive Developmental Disorder – Not Otherwise Specified).  For those of you who don’t know what PPD-NOS is it’s a catch-all diagnosis for people on The Spectrum that have many but not all of the typical autism signs and symptoms.

We spoke of our frustration of how the media only listens when a celebrity has something to say about an issue like autism.

Why was it that the “regular, everyday moms” weren’t being interviewed by the masses?

Why didn’t the media answer our letters of outrage?

With nothing to sell, why didn’t someone want to listen to us?

I was angry with Jenny, but that anger was misplaced.

I should have been angry at the dentist who put 8 amalgam fillings in my  mouth, in one day, when I was 12 years old.

I should have been angry for not knowing my complete biological history (paternal side unknown).  Not knowing meant my son’s autism could have been inherited.

I should have been angry at myself for wimping out during my attempt at natural childbirth and opting for the Stadol then upgrading to TWO Epidurals.  After 24 hours of active back labor, I just couldn’t take the pain anymore.

I should have been more informed about what was really in vaccines and simply said “no” to Thimerosal or opted for an alternate schedule.

I should have been angry at the government for not caring enough about it’s citizens by not following the leads of Europe and Canada when it came to stringent health and safety regulations.  Sadly, the citizens don’t pay as well as Big Pharm and Big Chem (plastic) do.

I should still be angry… but I’m not.

I’m slowing learning to let go of this anger, because it doesn’t do me any good to hold on to it.

Being angry only takes away from me enjoying any happy moments that cross my path.

I’m tired.

I’m tired of being angry.

I’m tired of blaming.

I’m tired of living in the past.

I don’t have any regrets for what has happened to my son.  I truly believe that everything happens for a reason.

I truly believe that his autism is what has made me a better person.

Weird?  I know, but it’s true.

“I’m not disabled. I’m Sick?” The Road to Autism “Recovery”.

Today, I read a very interesting article at one of my favorite online pit stops, Age of Autism.  It really got me thinking.  If this mother can recover her child from autism, naturally (through raw foods, energy healing, etc.), then why isn’t this information widely available?

I know of the supplements, the bio-chemical therapies, and the like that can benefit my son, but I’m more interested in sticking to the recovery path that is as natural as possible.

Having fully transitioned into the holistic (green) lifestyle a little over a year ago, I’m done putting junk into my family’s environment (internal and external).

Lately, the media has been comparing one mother’s choice (Jenny McCarthy) over another’s (Amanda Peet). It is conflicts like this that keep the “judging” eyes on holistic parents and our decisions.

Parents choosing to not vaccinate their children is nothing new. We’ve all heard of the 60s! We’re just the new generation of informed parents.

If Amanda Peet et al want to criticize our choices, that’s life. I’m not going to get all worked up over it. She chose to “educate” herself by “doing the research” and still injected garbage into her child. That’s her prerogative.

Me? I chose the ignorant route because I thought the medical providers knew better. I trusted them. My son received his unnecessary doses of chemicalized crap!

Of course, those days are dead and buried, and I’m not as trusting as I once was.

At times, I feel I have no other choice but to retain the label that was stamped on my son’s forehead some time ago. I believe, and hope, I will finally be free of this label once he is fully recovered. People not living with the disability can be a bit ignorant (i.e. staring, not willing to understand, etc.).

In a sense, I have the label to protect him.

Of course, one lady told me, “He isn’t autistic; he has autism. Demons go by many names.” {sigh} Just another one who’s flown over the cuckoo’s nest!

One day at a time… one step at a time.