I’m not a parent, and I can’t pretend to know what a parent feels toward a child. I figure that it is something very clos to what I feel for my arm. That is, I love my arm and I want nothing to happen to it, or to my brain, or to my heart. Parents, for the most part, love their children as if those children were literally a part of them. An argument can be made that children are an extension of the parent. So I completely understand the distress that a parent would feel when they see their child being disabled or otherwise unable to live a “normal” life.
Then again, there really is no “normal.” There is a spectrum of normal, like there is an autism spectrum, and a spectrum of sexuality. Some children are on one end, and they have lives that none of us would ever even bother to get to know. Other children have neurological conditions that delay their development, and we cringe when we think of those children. (Except for those who’ve dealt with those children, like some of my readers.) We cringe because we think it must be a horrible way to live, and we think so from the outside. We’re not there to celebrate even the smallest accomplishment of that child, or to smile at the “antics” that a child with special needs will perform, especially those antics that are against the expectations for a child with special needs.
Yet there is a subset of parents of children with special needs who continue to call their children “dead.” Within that subset are parents who blame that “death” on vaccines, and, when those two parts of the Venn diagram of denial come together, the results can be sickening.
A few months ago, I stumbled onto a Facebook user who went by the name “Death By Vaccination.” Never mind that using that name is a violation of Facebook terms and conditions. We’re not here for that. The user profile picture is that of a toddler in some sort of a child seat. He’s smiling into the camera. When I came across that profile, I thought that the user was using that picture in a fraudulent way, to say that the child in the picture died from vaccines or something. So I did some snooping around. I found this website. In that website, the child is pictured along with other children and a woman. The child is shown smiling, and there is even a video of him walking around, giggling, and making his mother happy.
I was incensed to think that “Death By Vaccination” was using that image, so I emailed him via Facebook. Much to my surprise, the user replied and identified himself as the father of the child in the picture. According to him, the child is now 12 years old. So the child did not die, unless he’s a zombie. Why do I write that? Because he wrote the following on his Facebook page. It’s a little long, but worth reading to see what his worldview is, especially the last paragraph:
“In “Real Life” I’m the father of 3 boys, and have a great wife. I did everything right, including vaccinating my beautiful and bright 2 year old son, who promptly stopped talking, lost eye contact, became a loner, screamed, and sometimes banged his head. I stopped vaccinating the oldest and my newborn middle child, who is now 10, and can’t stop sneezing in the morning. At 2-1/2, my oldest was diagnosed as being 65% delayed. It took years to reverse-engineer what happened to him, and bring him back. He is now in the 6th grade, with an IEP.
Several years ago, my wife also wanted a career, so we changed places, and I became a stay-at-home dad. I found I could do most of my consulting work at home.
When I was asked to look into the girls that had been injured by the Gardasil HPV vaccine, I found the pathways were virtually identical to Autism, MS, and a few others. I also found that one single test held the key to uncovering all this Autism, MS, etc., without having to identify each bug that was present.
The more I worked with the Gardasil Girls, the more Bartonella and other Lyme-related diseases kept showing up. I was taught these were rare diseases, but I was finding just the opposite. Then my 12 yr old broke out with a Bartonella rash, along with fatigue, and detachment from the world around him. That’s when I used the protocol that was used with the girls, and he quickly came out of it. This confirmed that if you stopped all this inflammation stuff, you stopped the progression of these bugs, and the debilitating symptoms that followed.
Then I started picking up on the symptoms of people in various facebook groups, and many had these Lyme and enterovirus symptoms for years, and were bleeding money to doctors and hospitals for every test in the book, with mostly negative results, which typically resulted in treating one or two symptoms, instead of finding the cause. The Infectious Disease doctor for the Broward County Health Department told me that I would have to go to Peru to for my son to catch Bartonella. When I told him that a study in downtown Los Angeles found that 95% of fleas from trapped rats had Bartonella, he suddenly changed his conduct, and provided me with the name of an Infectious Disease Specialist at Holy Cross Hospital. I let her do her exam, and she said she could find nothing, and all those streaks on his body were some kind of strange stretch marks. (Please keep in mind that my son is slim.) When I started talking about my work as a researcher, she became quite interested, and she agreed to write me the scripts for the lab tests I requested. Surprisingly, she reduced her fee from $350 to $94. However, the labs she used would have proven worthless to me, and when I asked her, all she could say was “This is what they give me to work with.”
Now you have ONE MAD DAD checking forums listening to people’s complaints, and a high percentage of the CHRONIC complaints are typical of Lyme and its co-infections. Since I am still going through these complaints with families of girls throughout the world, especially Australia, where Bartonella can be found in Kangaroos, I now find it much easier to talk to people in plain English, because I myself grew up with symptoms of Babesia for multiple decades. No doctor, including those at any of the hospitals I went to, has ever properly diagnosed me, and exploratory surgery almost took my life when a surgeon accidentally clipped an artery.
My goal is to document the COMMON pathways, backed by peer-reviewed and published Abstracts, together with interviews with people who have actually suffered these conditions, then bring a lawsuit against culpable parties.
I am doing this for my son, whose “death by vaccination” has cheated him out of a fully productive life, so that Pediatricians, Hospitals, and Pharmaceutical Corporations could improve their bottom line.“
There are several things in there that need to be addressed, but they’re common anti-vaccine games. Some bacteria is causing bacterial infections whose symptoms are similar to what people online are saying and blah, blah, bah. It’s the last part that punched me in the gut. His child, his son, is “dead.” Except that he isn’t. If you go to the family website, there are tons of pictures of the kids, and they’re smiling, happy kids. The mom is seen smiling with them, and so are the family members around these children.
And these documentations of “the COMMON pathways, backed by peer-reviewed and published Abstracts, together with interviews with people who have actually suffered these conditions,” his Facebook notes are these:
Each and every single one reads like a conspiracy theory screed. It seems that he went to look for any and all abstracts, regardless of their quality, and put together these rants. His motivation, again, his “dead” son.
So why did it punch me in the gut? It felt that way because I put myself in the shoes of those children whose parents see them as a total loss, a “death.” I imagined that child growing up and, albeit late, learning to understand what is being said around them and about them. I felt pain for them as they heard from their own parents, the people who are supposed to unconditionally love them, something to the tune of, “sorry, little one, you’re dead, you’re worthless to society, you’ll never account to anything.” Even worse if the child comes to understand the cognitive dissonance of those parents who grasp at straws to explain why their children are “dead.”
But, you know, I ‘m not supposed to care about children because Big Pharma and shilling and stuff.