By Crystal Engler
I'm a biomed mom. Always have been, always will be. If my child recovers or stops the protocol for any reason, I'll still be a biomed mom. It's in my blood. I have a recovery sticker on my dilapidated Taurus and lead in my feet (literally). Don't tailgate me. I have a surmounting debt problem and a bone to pick with the pharmaceutical companies. I can clean up an explosive diarrhea episode while quoting Blue's Clues (thanks Big Pharma for sparing my child from the mumps!). It's just who I am now.
That being said, what I don't understand is the great divide that sets the autism community apart. Aren't we all in it for the good of our children? I've fought enough in my life; I don't care to do it with autism parents. Fine, some believe autism should be embraced, some think it should be recovered. Do what you have to with your child. Honestly, I don't have the time and energy to care. What gets me are the parents who blast those of us who are working for a recovery. I've never heard a biomed mom publicly raving (especially on a regular basis) about how neurodiverse mothers should be fighting for their children. However, I've come across many anti-biomed parents who are hell-bent on trashing Jenny McCarthy and others like her. Why? Why do we have to be separate in our fight? As Kentucky's state motto goes, "United we stand, divided we fall." Can't we all just get along?
Oh, that's special. Is there an "up" side to childhood cancer? What about juvenile diabetes? Yes, I believe my son's autism stems from the vaccines. He's physically ill. Chronic viruses, bacteria, yeast, heavy metals...you know the list.
Earlier this week, I armed myself with what looked like a gas mask and construction goggles. Was I fumigating the house? No, I was mixing my son's supplements (the powder flies all around the kitchen and I take protective measures very seriously). My husband looked at me and said, "You look like a transformer. I'm just waiting for you to morph into a bug or something."
I tried to picture it. I figured it was more believable if I transformed into Joan Crawford or someone of that nature. I do hate wire hangers.
Anyway, as the minutes turned to hours, I sat on the kitchen floor mixing a month's worth of supplements for my son's biomedical interventions. How far would you go to recover your child? It was more than a question that popped in my head. It was a mantra. I said it as my hands bled from crushing hundreds of supplements. How far would you go to recover your child? I said it while rolling around in leftover pill capsules and stray supplement powder.
How far would you go to recover your child?
I said it when I looked at my feet and realized it'd been three weeks since I had the time to paint my toes. How far would you go to recover your child? I said it when I added up this month's supplement cost in my head. How far would you go to recover your child?
Me? I'm going all the way.
Now then. I believe we can all compare and contrast the ND's and biomeds (why do I feel the urge to draw a Venn diagram?). On various levels, we're extremely different. But at the root of it all, like it or not, we share something. We share autism. No matter our differences, we should cast the weapons aside and ceasefire for the "greater good." By that, I mean the health and welfare of the autism generation to come.
Crystal Engler is the mother of a four year old son with autism. She is a former elementary school teacher turned freelance writer. She is the FEAT vice-president for the western Kentucky chapter. Her family is heavily involved with Dr. Amy Yasko’s biomedical approach. She blogs HERE..