Scandal Exposed in Major Study of Autism and Mercury
I don't know where you stand on vaccinations, but I do know there are two teams: team anti-vaccination, and team pro-vaccination.
You have to admit, there controversy is a never ending one. With stories of Somalian children coming to the States perfectly healthy, then upon vaccination, 50% turn autistic, there is a likelihood that vaccinations do not CAUSE autism, but trigger the autism. I'm fairly certain that's what happened to Dayton...
Another autism mom commented on the Autism Winnipeg Facebook Page one day during a debate whether or not vaccines are responsible for autism: "genes are the gun, and environment (ie/ vaccines) are the trigger."
All of us have a genetic disposition for one thing or another. Think of heart disease, Parkinson's and cancer. I myself have a mutant gene that causes breast and ovarian cancer. Will I get cancer? It's not a 100% certain, however given the right circumstances (environment), I have a higher risk than most of the female population to end up having breast or ovarian cancer. So I opted for preventative surgeries to ensure that I don't end up with the same fate as my mom who passed away at age 48.
Something's happening in our environment for the rate of autism to continue to grow. There are children who have never been vaccinated and still have autism. I'm thinking as a society, major industrial changes have taken place in the last hundred years. A hundred years ago, there was no fast food services as we have today. Our live stock was not vaccinated. We grew our own food in our gardens. Everything we ate was made from "scratch." Today you can walk into a grocery store and buy pre-packaged meals full of chemicals and preservatives, the main one being MSG. And there are people out there allergic to MSG. Allergies are popping up left, right and centre. Allergies that weren't there a hundred years ago...
Just some food for thought.
Consider yourselves hugged,
Lou
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Tuesday, 10 January 2012
Wednesday, 23 November 2011
Allergic To Physical Education???
Hmmmm... Not sure what to think here... All I know is my little guy's got a huge red spot under his eye that looks like someone punched him in the face, which is NOT what happened, so let's just settle down all you autism mamma warriors. No one hit my boy, he's fine... kind of... He's rubbed the skin off from under his eye, and it's super, angry red...
When I got to the school and snuck around to spy on my boy, to see what it is that happens for him during gym class, he was huddled with his educational assistant who was obviously tenderly caring for him. As much as it tore at my heart strings, seeing that someone who actually cared about him was there for him held me in place to continue spying, only he stayed with his educational assistant and did not look ready to participate at gym. Cuddling for this long is not the norm for Dayton and to be honest, I got a little jealous! Who does this broad think she is? Kidding. I'm super grateful for her tender loving care for my baby. I'm very fortunate to have her work with Dayton and pray to God that Dayton gets to keep her next year, his last year at elementary school. Anyhow...
When I got to my babe, he looked up at me all sad like, and crawled closer to me. Mwahahaha, babe loves mamma the best. But my poor babe! He looked so sad. He told me how he got all ready for gym class, and then his eyes started to hurt 'real bad.' Poor little guy... I asked if he would get back to class if I raced home to get him some Advil, and he promised he would. Thank goodness I live a two minute drive from the school! I raced home, grabbed the Advil, and thought I'd best take some Benadryl too... His face kind of reminded me of what it looked like when he had his rash in Campbell River, and I wanted to make him feel more comfortable.
Racing back to the school, I walked in on my babe participating with the rest of the class in gym. Walking by, I quickly gave him the medicine I brought from home and continued to the end of the gym to sit beside his educational assistant.
I can see why he likes her. She's a petite 'lil lady, with beautiful facial features and gorgeous hair. She's very down to earth and talked about Dayton in a kind way. She told me how Dayton doesn't like to do work, but she's explained to him how she doesn't like to do dishes, but she still has to do them... He told her 'that's dumb...,' but she didn't get mad. She just insisted he do his work, and he has.
Do they have confrontations? Sure they do! But here's the interesting part, the difference I was looking for this year... Dayton LOVES her! More important, he respects her. He cares about what she thinks. He is crushed if he disappoints her. She told me of one time how he looked at her after an incident and said to her "I guess you're mad at me now," and he looked terribly sad about it.
Am I jealous? Absolutely! The little punk doesn't care if he disappoints me! Why that little... Yes, I'm jealous. Not only is she perfect, but she's stolen my boy's heart... and I couldn't be happier. What comfort it gives a mamma to know her baby is loved!
But then I talked to the office administrator... It seems Dayton has been flirting with her, winking at her and giving her that flirtatious smile... Looks like I'm gonna have ma'hands full...
Consider yourselves hugged,
Lou
When I got to the school and snuck around to spy on my boy, to see what it is that happens for him during gym class, he was huddled with his educational assistant who was obviously tenderly caring for him. As much as it tore at my heart strings, seeing that someone who actually cared about him was there for him held me in place to continue spying, only he stayed with his educational assistant and did not look ready to participate at gym. Cuddling for this long is not the norm for Dayton and to be honest, I got a little jealous! Who does this broad think she is? Kidding. I'm super grateful for her tender loving care for my baby. I'm very fortunate to have her work with Dayton and pray to God that Dayton gets to keep her next year, his last year at elementary school. Anyhow...
When I got to my babe, he looked up at me all sad like, and crawled closer to me. Mwahahaha, babe loves mamma the best. But my poor babe! He looked so sad. He told me how he got all ready for gym class, and then his eyes started to hurt 'real bad.' Poor little guy... I asked if he would get back to class if I raced home to get him some Advil, and he promised he would. Thank goodness I live a two minute drive from the school! I raced home, grabbed the Advil, and thought I'd best take some Benadryl too... His face kind of reminded me of what it looked like when he had his rash in Campbell River, and I wanted to make him feel more comfortable.
Racing back to the school, I walked in on my babe participating with the rest of the class in gym. Walking by, I quickly gave him the medicine I brought from home and continued to the end of the gym to sit beside his educational assistant.
I can see why he likes her. She's a petite 'lil lady, with beautiful facial features and gorgeous hair. She's very down to earth and talked about Dayton in a kind way. She told me how Dayton doesn't like to do work, but she's explained to him how she doesn't like to do dishes, but she still has to do them... He told her 'that's dumb...,' but she didn't get mad. She just insisted he do his work, and he has.
Do they have confrontations? Sure they do! But here's the interesting part, the difference I was looking for this year... Dayton LOVES her! More important, he respects her. He cares about what she thinks. He is crushed if he disappoints her. She told me of one time how he looked at her after an incident and said to her "I guess you're mad at me now," and he looked terribly sad about it.
Am I jealous? Absolutely! The little punk doesn't care if he disappoints me! Why that little... Yes, I'm jealous. Not only is she perfect, but she's stolen my boy's heart... and I couldn't be happier. What comfort it gives a mamma to know her baby is loved!
But then I talked to the office administrator... It seems Dayton has been flirting with her, winking at her and giving her that flirtatious smile... Looks like I'm gonna have ma'hands full...
Consider yourselves hugged,
Lou
Thursday, 10 November 2011
What Happened To The Boy From Campbell River?!
For those of you who know me, you know I love my son more than the air I breathe. Heck, he IS the air I breathe. Without him, I would not have gone through the surgeries that no doubt have saved my life. He gave me a reason to care about my life expectancy.
What I don't understand though is why, oh why he's changed... Let me explain.
As most children on the autism spectrum, Dayton hates change. Any kind of change will set him off, whether it be a good change or a bad change. Christmas, birthdays, Halloween... they're a nightmare in my home. Well, not completely. Christmas is very special to me and always will be, no matter what anyone's mood is. My point, excuse my Menopause brain, it's in full swing again today... My point is, that the recent two week stay of ours in BC went FANTASTIC. No meltdowns. No confusion, no freak outs. Dayton was a perfect angel. He was absolutely wonderful, even though our visit wasn't particularly meant as a vacation. He was sad his grandpa Jerry passed away, but behaved spectacularly.
It seems he was allergic to something or got a rash on his face due to the stress of a change. Taking him to a walk in clinic didn't help; the doctor had no clue what the problem was. Not wanting to chance allergies, he suggested I give Dayton Benadryl, something I had already done before he advised it. But he did suggest I give him an adult dose to see if it would be of more help since the children's dose had little to no affect.
Benadryl should have made Dayton drowsy, but it didn't. He functioned perfectly, wasn't drugged or sleepy. In fact, my boy was cool, calm and collected for most of our "visit", with the exception of bed time, which is typical for any nine year old. He complained that his rash was itchy and burned and that his eyes hurt, so I added children's Advil to his Benadryl regime. As long as he had his Benadryl every four hours and his Advil every six hours, he was pain and irritant free.
Once we got home and didn't need the Benadryl anymore, he went back to the Dayton I've known for the past nine years. Hyper, hyper, hyper! Fortunately, I haven't had any complaints from his school, but at home... Ugh. His inner motor's been cranked on high! He's lost all aim in the washroom, and I'm threatening to make him sit on the throne like a girl. He didn't have this problem in Campbell River, I thought he'd mastered his aim! We even celebrated with a freaking cake! What the heck?!
Yesterday morning the little turkey decided to pee in the waste basket beside the toilet! Just thinking about it is making me drive heave. There was pee around the toilet, in the waste basket... I literally blew a gasket. His aim's always been a wee bit off in the mornings, but not like this. And when I asked him about it, he had no answer. Of course, at first he claimed "I didn't do it". Jeez! I want to find this "I didn't do it" kid and claim him on my income tax... He also brings up this kid called "I don't know." I'll be calling Revenue Canada in the morning...
The stench of pee emanating from the waste basket was driving me insane, so I cleaned it, but held firm to stomaching the pee around the toilet for him to clean up after school. Of course he didn't like it and thought cleaning pee was "gross." He started crying, which made me feel bad for a split second until my gag reflex kicked in and made me dry heave again. Leaning over the sink dry heaving, I did my best to explain to him during the wee breaths I managed to take that it's not fair that I have to clean up his pee. "The M in MOM is for mom, not maid Dayton!"
"The S in SON is for son, not slave mamma."
I thought he didn't know how to spell! Well excuse me! I suppose I've used the mom argument for too many years. I wonder how long he's been thinking of the son argument. I didn't even know he knew what the word slave meant. I suppose I had it coming. He is, after all, my son.
As dad Paul has taught me, consider yourselves hugged,
Lou
What I don't understand though is why, oh why he's changed... Let me explain.
As most children on the autism spectrum, Dayton hates change. Any kind of change will set him off, whether it be a good change or a bad change. Christmas, birthdays, Halloween... they're a nightmare in my home. Well, not completely. Christmas is very special to me and always will be, no matter what anyone's mood is. My point, excuse my Menopause brain, it's in full swing again today... My point is, that the recent two week stay of ours in BC went FANTASTIC. No meltdowns. No confusion, no freak outs. Dayton was a perfect angel. He was absolutely wonderful, even though our visit wasn't particularly meant as a vacation. He was sad his grandpa Jerry passed away, but behaved spectacularly.
It seems he was allergic to something or got a rash on his face due to the stress of a change. Taking him to a walk in clinic didn't help; the doctor had no clue what the problem was. Not wanting to chance allergies, he suggested I give Dayton Benadryl, something I had already done before he advised it. But he did suggest I give him an adult dose to see if it would be of more help since the children's dose had little to no affect.
Benadryl should have made Dayton drowsy, but it didn't. He functioned perfectly, wasn't drugged or sleepy. In fact, my boy was cool, calm and collected for most of our "visit", with the exception of bed time, which is typical for any nine year old. He complained that his rash was itchy and burned and that his eyes hurt, so I added children's Advil to his Benadryl regime. As long as he had his Benadryl every four hours and his Advil every six hours, he was pain and irritant free.
Once we got home and didn't need the Benadryl anymore, he went back to the Dayton I've known for the past nine years. Hyper, hyper, hyper! Fortunately, I haven't had any complaints from his school, but at home... Ugh. His inner motor's been cranked on high! He's lost all aim in the washroom, and I'm threatening to make him sit on the throne like a girl. He didn't have this problem in Campbell River, I thought he'd mastered his aim! We even celebrated with a freaking cake! What the heck?!
Yesterday morning the little turkey decided to pee in the waste basket beside the toilet! Just thinking about it is making me drive heave. There was pee around the toilet, in the waste basket... I literally blew a gasket. His aim's always been a wee bit off in the mornings, but not like this. And when I asked him about it, he had no answer. Of course, at first he claimed "I didn't do it". Jeez! I want to find this "I didn't do it" kid and claim him on my income tax... He also brings up this kid called "I don't know." I'll be calling Revenue Canada in the morning...
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| I could understand if the toilet looked something like this... I wouldn't want to pee in it either! But this is NOT the case! |
"The S in SON is for son, not slave mamma."
I thought he didn't know how to spell! Well excuse me! I suppose I've used the mom argument for too many years. I wonder how long he's been thinking of the son argument. I didn't even know he knew what the word slave meant. I suppose I had it coming. He is, after all, my son.
As dad Paul has taught me, consider yourselves hugged,
Lou
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