AGE OF AUTISM

Ten Thousand Apologies

 

By Cathy Jameson

I don’t usually get my news from CNN but choose instead to read less liberal-minded media outlets.  But I saw a link posted by a friend midweek from CNN that caught my eye.  I popped over to the website to see what the story was all about.  The headline read, “New York Times corrects article about '12 Years a Slave' -- 161 years later.

(CNN) – “It's a correction more than 160 years in the making.

In its Tuesday edition, The New York Times published a correction for an article that ran on January 20, 1853.

The newspaper has Hollywood and Twitter to thank for bringing the error to light….”

I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry.

That’s a long time for a mistake to finally be corrected. 

And Hollywood and Twitter?  You can’t get more social media than those two sources.  But more on that later. 

Back to the mistake. 

In the almost ten years I’ve been in this community, I’ve seen a lot.  I’ve seen, heard and read it all.  From the ugly truth we’ve revealed to the flat out lies those in power have told, our findings and efforts have been scrutinized and demoralized.  Often told we’re the ones who are mistaken, we’ve realized time and time again, by peeling the layers of propaganda, indoctrination and sleaze stemming from the media, that no, we’re not.  The private entities and even government funded sources, whose mission is supposedly to aid the public, who benefit from mistruth, half-truths and plain old untruths who’ve got their facts wrong.  We’ve tried to bring those to light, but when we share our breakthroughs, instead of appreciating them, we’re mocked and told to be quiet.  Fortunately, even being mistreated as we have, it hasn’t stopped us from continuing to speak up for our children and the cause. 

When the mainstream media sources right the wrongs they’ve flung our way (come on, a girl can dream, can’t she?), can you imagine what kind of corrections we’ll see published? 

Consumer Reports Vaccine Rating Scale

By Cathy Jameson

Consumer Reports magazine was a go-to resource for my parents when I was growing up.  Cars, household appliances and electronic equipment, my parents relied on having that subscription to research big-dollar items they were preparing to purchase.  I haven’t had the need to read or to buy my own subscription to Consumer Reports, so color me shocked and appalled when I stumbled upon a link for an article about vaccines  on an autism listserv I belong.

When I read the article, my jaw dropped.  I had no idea that Consumer Reports was in cahoots with, and apparently a mouthpiece for, the vaccine industry.  Not only are they a mouthpiece, in other articles on their website they’re promoting exactly which vaccines they think certain groups need and discuss where to get them.  

Last I checked, vaccines were not 100% free of problems. Too bad Consumer Reports hasn’t done as thorough a review of vaccines like they tend to do with other products.  With how many vaccines have caused adverse reactions, a publicly shared consumer-based rating report would most certainly be beneficial.

For years now I’ve wonder if anyone has made a vaccine rating scale, similar to a scale that Consumer Reports uses.  From what I remember when I read the magazine as a youngster, I recall that they did a good job showcasing all there was to know about a product.  Testing products on a variety of features, readers relied on ratings of how well or how poorly the product did.  Using red and black symbols with distinct shadings and markings correlating to a product’s performance, one could quickly assess the performance level while also note the pros and cons of what had been evaluated.  Even as a child, looking at the charts I could quickly see which items were well made and which ones were less than desirable.  We need something like that for vaccines, too. 

Just like many items found on the pages in Consumers Report, vaccines are advertised and put on the market to be sold.  They are products.  Sure, the Vaccine Adverse Effect Reporting System (VAERS)  provides some statistics for some vaccine products, but that is if the vaccine injury is believed and documented in the medical file, and if it is reported to VAERS by the medical provider.  Unless someone is very familiar with vaccine injury, most people I talk to have never heard of VAERS. 

Red Alert: Sounding the Autism Alert

By Cathy Jameson

I received an Amber Alert message last week on my mobile phone.  It startled me as the message was accompanied with a loud, blaring alarm.  I was parked at Ronan’s school waiting for him to be dismissed when this happened.  I looked my phone as a text message popped up containing more information.  My heart sank.  A young girl was missing, and authorities were quickly on the move to find her. 

My network sends these sort of messages out as needed, which I welcome.  What better way to get the word out to the masses:  Hey, citizens!  Someone’s life is in danger.  A child, a national treasure, someone who matters, and who makes a difference in the world, has been snatched.  Keep your eyes open, and call the police ASAP if you have any information. 

Fortunately, for this abducted child, the ordeal was over quickly.  She was found safe and returned to her family.  I imagine many hugs, huge sighs of relief and several high fives were shared by those who assisted in the girl’s rescue.  It’s reassuring that a person’s life was worth the intense effort and extra manpower required to find her. 

Being so quickly notified of this young girl’s endangerment got me thinking.  What if there was something similar for our children?  I, for one, would have preferred an ear-piercing alarm rather than the quiet, don’t-be-so-worried responses and the wait-it-out suggestions I received. 

Obama and Autism: All the Presidents’ Men

By Cathy Jameson

1,856 days

That’s how long our current president has been in office.  A lot has happened in that time.  Some people like the changes that have come under this administration while others do not.  I guess taking the good with the bad is part of politics.  But I’m getting tired of the bad.  Something that I don’t like, is that in the last 1,856 days, autism hasn’t decreased.  In fact, since inauguration day 2009, the autism rate has jumped from 1 in 166 to 1 in 50. 

What does that mean?  It means more families are affected by autism today than ever before.  It means that more children are facing a life-long disorder that negatively impacts their future.  Every day is a day to overcome or to learn to live without.  Every day our children fight to overcome struggles while living without necessary skills that can make those struggles go away. 

Autism.  I naïvely thought I may get a break from it.  I thought I might get some down time with the holiday on Monday.  But on Monday, when others took time to celebrate, we simply carried on where we left off Sunday night.  Presidents’ Day was a regular day.  Ronan had school.  He later had therapy.  As the day continued, we stuck to his routine.  As much as we’d like a day off from autism, I appreciate his routine.  Ronan does too.  The routine, as well as other strategies we’ve put in place, secure Ronan’s safety.  They also keep our lives and his health needs balanced.  It takes a great amount of work, but when I focus my energy on those strategies for Ronan, things do get done. 

I haven’t yet figured out a personal strategy to reach those in Washington, D.C.  I’d love to sit down with someone who has the authority to finally do something pro-active about the rising rate of autism.  I’d love to share our story with them and have them witness what a regular day looks like for Ronan—it would include an ugly side of autism, the side that national television commercials dare not broadcast.  What he lives, and what we must balance for him, is no picnic.  It takes no days off, and it often leaves us working both day and night. 

Cathy Jameson: Break My Stride

By Cathy Jameson

All I wanted to do on Thursday was vacuum.  At 10pm, as I made my way to bed, I glanced over at the vacuum and shook my head.  There is was.  Sitting in the same spot.  Untouched.  All day.  I hung my head and thought, Geez. Why can’t I get anything done around here?  Trudging the rest of the way to my bedroom, I added ‘VACUUM THE HOUSE’ to my list of things to do Friday. 

When I write my To Do lists, they tend to be a mile long.  I give myself an entire week to accomplish the tasks though.  Returning phone calls, scheduling appointments, sorting through paperwork and getting to the housework can’t be done in one day around here anyway.  With Ronan’s school and therapy schedule, and with juggling my other kids’ schedules, I’m on the go and out of the house more often than not.  Giving myself the entire week to check things off the list is more doable.  I can plan better and can usually get everything done.  This week, knowing we’d be hunkered down all day Thursday because of a winter storm, I looked forward to being home all day and to crossing things off my list.  That included vacuuming. 

But it didn’t happen.  And I was hard on myself for not getting it done. 

Dust bunnies and crumb bits under the table reminded me that my floors were screaming to be cleaned.  I was upset at myself for letting something so trivial bring me down.  But it was the one thing I wanted to do.  Instead of being able to look at the day as a success and remembering what I had gotten done, I only saw what I didn’t do. 

Midway through beating myself up about not getting this chore done, I stopped and laughed.  I had made a phone call earlier in the day (which was on my list of things to do) to my parents.  The topic:  me focusing on and worrying about what Ronan can’t do; not on what he can. 

More often than not, when I see what Ronan isn’t doing, I stumble and fall landing in a heap of tears as I go down.  That happened around the same time I could have been vacuuming on Thursday but didn’t.  It happened when I distracted myself choosing to read a story about a boy who’d recovered from autism.  It happened when I also beat myself up for not being able to provide Ronan with what this other family can provide:  an independent future. 

For the Record

By Cathy Jameson

Over the years I’ve seen several articles about the “anti-vaccine” movement and how terribly detrimental this groups’ beliefs are.  Outspoken and fiercely determined, they’ll stop at nothing to get their point across. 

I suppose that because I am in support of vaccine safety, and the fact that I share my son’s vaccine injury story whenever possible, it automatically clumps me in that ill-spoken group.  I couldn’t be more proud.

Vaccines are known to cause injury.  The anti-vaccine movement wasn’t the first to discover that fact.  But because they, and I, say exactly that, we are blamed for giving vaccines a bad rap.  Well, if not us, then whom? 

And why is it so wrong for me to want to give another parent a head’s up about vaccines?  We do that all the time with other products and services:

Them: Wow, nice shirt! 

Me: Oh, thanks.  Wal-Mart, only $5.97.

Them:  What a deal!

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Them:  I’m looking for a new tablet for my kids.  Which one do you like?

Me: We have an iPad 2.  Ronan loves his.  In fact, it’s been great tool for all my kids.

Them: Awesome, I’ll check it out!

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Them: Hey, I heard the plumber you hired really screwed up your plumbing and you had to hire someone else. 

Me:  It was a nightmare!  We had water e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e.  Steer clear of XYZ Plumbing.  They’re unprofessional, and they’ll rip you off!

Them:  Good to know…

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Them:  I want to read up on vaccines the doctor says my kids have to have.  I may want to do some of them, but I know they don’t actually “need” them.  What do you suggest?

Me:  Heavy subject, huh?  Well, if I had to do it all over again, I’d ask more questions and do lots more reading.  I’d look up side effects, research alternate ways to prevent or treat diseases and also factor in my family’s medical history.  People have a lot to think about, as you’ll discover, but remember you usually have a choice to get them or not.  Don’t forget to look up vaccine exemptions for your state.  No one, especially your doctor, should bully you into them.

Them:  I guess I have some reading to do.  The next appointment is in two weeks. I’ll get started today.  Thanks!

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Easily I could talk and talk and talk, and quote and cite and point out hundreds of sources that support the suggestions I made in that last conversations.  Depending on the person and their level of vaccine and health knowledge, I am careful in how much I share so as not to overwhelm them.  There really is a lot to know and also to consider.

That type of conversation sounds harmless, right? 

Wrong.    

When it comes to vaccines, I’ve been informed that what I say is untrue.  I’ve been told to watch what I say and how I say it.  I’ve also been told that my information is not just wrong, but dead wrong.  Not only that, but I’ve been accused of endangering the lives of others because of what I believe.  Unless what I say, believe or write comes straight from a medical textbook, some people prefer I just shut up. 

Left to His Own Devices

By Cathy Jameson

Ronan loves electronic equipment.  I can’t say exactly when he was drawn to them, but I know it goes back a few years.  From hitting the same button on one toy making it light up over and over and over and over again soon after the negative effects of his vaccine injury took over his development, to choosing to continuously play songs on a playlist uploaded to his iPad, Ronan is content to scroll, tilt, swipe, tap and click.

Ronan’s got access to the Wii, xBox, iPad, iPod, DVDs and an old school VHS machine.  As much as he’d like to, he doesn’t use all of those electronic devices at once.  Over time, and with guidance, Ronan’s love of electronics has actually helped us introduce useful skills:  understanding that he has to share with his siblings as they play a Wii game while he waits for his turn; finding a favorite song to calm him down after his behavior has escalated; practicing sight word recognition with spelling and reading apps.  But, if I’m not paying attention to how much time Ronan’s had with some of these devices, he will easily isolate himself with them.  That leads to turning functional leisure time into a chance to perseverate again.  We’d rather he use the devices as they were intended and also hoped he’d use the ones with typing and speech features to tell us what he knows or needs.

With how technology has opened many an opportunity for other children with severe expressive speech disorders, I’ve gobbled up every success story I could find on using assisted technology devices.  I was floored hearing Jeremy’s graduation speech,  I was encouraged after reading Schuyler’s Monster and I am delighted to be able to follow Carly Fleischmann’s story on her Facebook page.  Ronan’s not yet ready to give a full speech yet, but he’s increased his desire to tell us what he needs or wants. 

We had an assistive communication device a few years ago, but Ronan wasn’t making a good connection with it.  Then it needed repairs.  We’d looked at replacing it with something ese like the GoTalk or Neo.  Trying to save money while raising non-verbal child with the intense needs Ronan has is not always an easy task.  So, we thought some more.  Then, we had a light bulb moment:  why buy something when we have something else? 

We happened to have an iPad and an iPod and went back to attempting to utilize speech apps with Ronan.  Over the years, we’ve tried using them.  Some were easy to use while others were not.  But because we’d already introduced other features on the iPad and iPod (like games and being able to access youtube) the speech apps we downloaded were less as exciting.  I tried to hide them, but Ronan knew they were still there.  He was more interested in playing than recognizing that his typing and tapping skills could open more doors. 

The more we tried the speech apps, struggles, both his and mine, increased.  So did his possessiveness over the devices. 

 

 

Since we were having little success using the iPad and the iPod for communication, it was time to brainstorm again.  After getting the book, Reading by the Colors by Helen Irlen www.irlen.com I had an idea.

Surviving the Flu Naturally

By Cathy Jameson

I caught the flu two weekends ago.   I survived the flu without getting a flu shot.  After taking an extra week to fully recover from the aches, pains, fever, congestion and general malaise, I can tell you all about it. 

Before I got sick I had been feeling a little tired for a few days.  But raising five kids, one of whom has a severe vaccine injury, leads to exhaustion quite frequently.  I figured I’d get through whatever was making me drag my feet once our schedule lightened up a bit.  Just in case I was coming down with something, though, I made sure to get to bed a little bit earlier and upped some supplements known to boost the immune system.

Before I go into more of the details, let me back up a bit.  Not long before I started to feel sluggish I saw another big stink being made about getting the flu shot.   Citing the CDC’s  over-used scare tactic of “36,000 flu deaths per year” statistic, even though “…[the] CDC does not know exactly how many people die from seasonal flu each year…”, people like me, who hadn’t yet gotten a flu shot, were being told they had just about two more weeks to get one for it to be effective.  With how advertising for this particular shot if hyped from September through May, I wasn’t aware that there was an expiration date of sorts for its effectiveness (not that I was going to run out and get “the damn vaccine” mind you). 

Ironically, the day I got sick was when the media warmed those two weeks were up.  No matter.  I was ready.  

I would take the flu standing up. 

 

Err, I mean, laying down. 


 I sniffled.  I sneezed.  My throat hurt.  My head ached.  I wanted my Mommy.

Rest In Peace Avonte Oquendo

Managing Editor's Note: Yesterday a news alert came in - the remains found in NY had been positively identified as Avonte Oquendo, missing 14 year old with autism who ran out of his school unsupervised (but not unseen) by staff.  We've been praying for his return since October 4, when he vanished into thin air - not an easy feat in congested Queens, NY.  Most of us whispered under our breath, "Water, go to the water, he went to the water."  Well, today we have his return - not what we wanted - but as a Mother, I think there must be some comfort in being able to bury your child and know you can still watch over him, even in death. To the Oquendo family, our heartfelt condolences. There but for the grace of God and a stroke of luck go most of us and our precious children.  RIP, Avonte.  Love, Kim  Send condolence cards to:

The Perecman Firm
Attn: The Oquendo Family
250 West 57th Street
4th Floor
New York, NY 10107

By Cathy Jameson

Last week, worry gripped my heart as I read that body parts discovered off the shore of the East River appeared to match that of a missing NYC teenager.  Missing since October 4, 2013, Avonte Oquendo wandered from his school.  Accusations and assumptions about how he was able to leave unsupervised are still being investigated.  Answers from that investigation may take time, but after months of wondering where Avonte wandered can finally be answered.  Several days after the grim discovery of bones and some clothing items, DNA positively identified the remains as 14-year old Avonte.  Words cannot express how sad I am for his family.

As the mother of a child with autism who is prone to wander, the possibility of a fatal outcome because of wandering is never far from my mind.  Ronan has gotten away from us before, but has been recovered quickly and with a far less search and rescue endeavor as Avonte’s search required.  Because I know the fear that comes with this sort of situation, each time I hear stories of children with autism wandering, I try to pray.  For month, I prayed for Avonte and his family as did many of us.  My prayers changed Wednesday.  Tears and sadness accompanied them.  The more overcome I was, I stopped praying.  I just couldn’t say any.  The reality of autism and of this devastating situation has become far too common and more than I could bear.

Autism affects a great many.  Autism can change a life, and sometimes in a way that is anything but positive.  Autism and wandering is not uncommon.  Autism is difficult, costly and consuming.  Autism can bring a family to its knees in a moment’s notice.  And what was confirmed again this week, autism can be deadly.

Dream for Tomorrow

By  Cathy Jameson

Today autism affects 1 in 50.  Odds are that more families will find themselves closer to an autism diagnosis today than yesterday.  Today doesn’t sound too promising, does it? 

Several times in his now famous speech, Martin Luther King, Jr. used the word today:

“I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history…

…a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today…

…we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition…

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note …

…as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny…

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream today.”

I have a dream too.  But my dream is for tomorrow. 

As far as autism is concerned and how it affects my son, today breeds dread and frustration.  It capitalizes on my fears.  The worry I have about autism and for my son keeps a tight grip on me.  It strangulates my thoughts and shrouds my thinking. 

Afraid of what isn’t being done for Ronan and for a great many other children, today brings no solace, just more anxiety.  Looking outside of my own home, today doesn’t look so good in other places either.  Newspaper headlines in America promote ineffective flu shots as our best defense against a temporary sickness.  They sing praises for immature celebrities’ behavior while neglecting to address a growing national crisis.  Headlines scream Look here! Look there! But just don’t look at autism.  Look the other way instead.

Vaccines: "A Necessary Evil?"

By Cathy Jameson

I’ve mentioned before that several times throughout the year people contact me.  They either want to find out more of Ronan’s story or they have some questions about vaccines. I’m usually quite happy to share what’s happened to Ronan as well as offer my thoughts on the current vaccine schedule.  I’m not so happy anymore.

Hey! Glad I caught you. I’m going to talk to my doctor about getting some of the shots. Don’t worry, not all of them, just the ones he says Jackie needs which means out of the four for today’s visit, so he’ll only get three.  I’ll let you know how it goes!

Please don’t.  I beg you.

I hate to bug you because of all that you have going on, but can you tell me again what it means when you get a fever and a full-body rash after a vaccine?  I can send you a picture of it.  Lily’s been misssserable since her two-year old check-up. Oh, do you know how much Tylenol I should give? I can’t remember what the doc told me to give her.

Ohmygosh, no. And wait. They’re still saying to give Tylenol?  Are you kidding me? 

Hey, Cathy, I have been on the fence about vaccines.  I spoke to my doctor about them and she says vaccines are a necessary evil and I shouldn’t think too much about them…

A necessary evil?!  You’re gonna buy that?

Come on, moms.  Have you forgotten what’s necessary – food, clothing, shelter? As parents we obviously take those basics a step further.  We strive to provide proper nutrition and a clean, caring, positive environment.  We create a bond with our children.  We help stimulate their minds and foster their growth.  When those basic necessities are in place, baring major medical issues, moms have most of what they need at their fingertips.  Kids grow.  They thrive.  They hit their milestones. Life, as nature intended, has a chance.  Why complicate things by adding ‘necessary evils’, and why so many at once over such a short period of time?

I agree that ‘necessary evils’ are evil, but I refuse to think that they are necessary.  Necessarey doesn’t leave a destructive trail contributing to the annihilation of children’s health over several generations like vaccines have.  The fragility of our children’s health today is a reflection of that destruction.  Look at the national rates of childhood obesity, allergies, asthma and autism and how they’ve drastically risen as more necessary evils among other “preventative measures” have been added to our food and our environment.  Instead of preventing illnesses, necessary evils have made once healthy children turn into sick kids, and has turned sick kids into chronically ill adults.  Sadly, the wave of neurologically sensitive individuals isn’t going to end any time soon.  It can’t when necessary evils are still being glamorized, promoted and forced upon the most fragile of our population and when ill-informed moms run to parents like me for guidance. 

Children today are being harmed in the name of ‘healthcare’.  Some parents unknowingly submit to that.  Other parents find out long after it’s happened.  By then, though, it’s too little too late.  Their children’s health already jeopardize and their future compromised.  Influenced by necessary evils instead of common sense, life becomes more difficult than it had to be.  Necessary evils are the greed, the manipulation and the lies of the industry.  They add to the manipulation of the situation.  They cover up the fabrications that trickle down from the top.  They attempt to water down the truth.  Necessary evils can do something more sinister; they can make moms feel like they have no right to doubt, to question or to think. 

When did it become okay for moms, and parents in general, to stop thinking?  Our nation’s founders prided themselves on forward thinking, on fighting to protect their rights and on revolutionizing the way they wanted and needed things to be done.  They knew it was going to take work.  They knew it wasn’t going to be easy.  They were committed to see things through, and they acted on what was important to them to help preserve their future—their children.  Our children’s futures are important and worthy of being protected too. 

My Autism Theme Song

By Cathy Jameson

I listen to quite a bit of music.  It accompanies me in the car and while I’m home.  It’s almost always on when I write.  Music gets me motivated, inspires me and relieves some of the anguish and anger I sometimes feel.  Studies have shown that music can help lower stress, improve memory and reduce physical pain and lowering anxiety.  It also has had a positive effect for those who suffer with depression, seizures and attention issues.  I’ve always appreciated music, and I’m glad to hear that it offers solace to those who have a difficult medical diagnosis. 

What does this have to do with autism?  I’m sure some of the conditions our children have can benefit from music including through Music Therapy.  I know that my son is calmer when he’s got his favorite songs playing in the background.  Ronan enjoys it when I sing to him too.  Sometimes I sing his favorite nursery rhymes while other times I make up silly lyrics as I go.  He stays engaged with me longer when I’m singing, and I relish every moment we have together. 

When I’ve got my own music on, I find the lyrics of the songs I tune into very suiting for where I am in life.  Songs I particularly like, and could easily refer to as my theme songs, are Journey’s Don’t Stop Believing and Muse’s Uprising.  I’ve been known to crank either one of those songs and lose myself in the words (while dancing in my kitchen).  My kids love to hear these particular songs, Ronan included.  When they hear them, they know that Mommy’s gearing up to get some important things done. 

My kids have a bit of the music bug in them, but I never realized how much music has touched Ronan’s siblings until just a few weeks ago.  That’s when my typical son said he wanted to sing the song Sara Bareilles’ Brave to Ronan.      How we’d love it if words would simply just fall out of Ronan’s mouth. 

Ronan has a song he chooses to listen to every now and then, too.  He plays Twenty One by the Cranberries on his iPad.  He listens to this line of the song, “Leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alone,” over and over again several times and for a few days in a row.  It makes me sad to hear him replay that part of the song.  Not every day is an easy day for that kid, though, so I give him the space and time he needs knowing when he’s ready he’ll invite me back in.  When he invites me back in, the music choices we both pick have more upbeat and encouraging lyrics.

The songs I’ve been playing these last few weeks aren’t my usual get-up-and-dance tunes.  They have more of a dark undertone.  Like Ronan, I go through phases wishing I could tell people to leave me alone.  Part of it is because someone told me recently that I sounded kind of angry about how things have gone for Ronan.  Well, I am kind of angry.  He’s had to endure a heck of a lot for a long time now.  The kid works his butt off making gains at a fraction of the pace that typical kids.  I don’t like the position he’s in nor how he got there.  I don’t like how hard this is for him or for me for that matter.  I hate that Ronan’s childhood has been destroyed and how his future doesn’t look so bright at the pace we’re going.  I’m allowed to feel upset and would expect to be given the chance to say so even if I’ve said it once or twice already.  I don’t spout anger without reason.  I offer it as a hard lesson learned and as a warning.  Call it righteous anger or just spitting mad; I say what needs to be said.  And then I play some music hoping to let go of the negative energy.

Be Brave: An Autism Brother’s Birthday Wish

By Cathy Jameson

I found this note in a pile of papers in my office I needed to sort through and file.  It was a prayer request written last Christmas by Ronan’s very devoted younger brother, Little Buddy.

That request is something Little Buddy has added daily to his prayers and for years now. He knows it would take a miracle for Ronan to talk because of what has happened to his big brother.  It doesn’t stop Little Buddy from saying that prayer every morning as he starts his day, at school with hs classmattes, and again every night as he ends the day.  

I welled up when that note slipped out of the pile of bills, EOBs and importnant school papers. My heart ached but was also bursting with pride as I read Little Buddy’s words.  I haven’t been feeling my usually hopefully ever after self lately, and reading that little note added a few more tears than I expected. 

I don’t like these emotions, but at least I recognize them and can start to work through them.  I put some of the sadness on hold yesterday because we had some celebrating to do.  Yesterday, Ronan turned 11.  Since Little Buddy is always kind and generous toward Ronan, I asked him to help me with this week’s post.  He was thrilled to be asked to share with you a few things about his big brother. Here is a conversation he and I had on Ronan’s birthday: 

Cat:  Tell us about Ronan.

Little Buddy:  Ronan is my 11-year old brother.  

Cat:  What do you think he will wish for on his birthday? 

LB:  To talk.

Little Buddy on the right helps Ronan learn to navigate the AAC device.

Cat:  What do you think he’d say to you today if he could talk?  Go get me a S’mores cookie…cuz I love ‘em!

Cat:  What would you want Ronan to say? 

LB:  Anything, I would want hear him say anything.  I’d cry no matter what he says.

Cat:  Tell us what Ronan can do:

LB:  He can spell a lot of words.  He can read.  He can say a few, but only a few, like amen, Daddy, Mommy, again, yum.  He will probably need more words when he grows up. 

Cat:  What does Ronan like? 

LB:  He likes to be tickled by Daddy.  He likes zerberts on his belly.

Freeze this moment! Ronan (right) plays LEGOs with Little Buddy!

Cat:  Tell us what he doesn’t like

Little Buddy:   Ronan doesn’t like when he doesn’t have his ipad.  He doesn’t like the doctor’s office either.  He always makes the Sign of the Cross when he hears the word ‘doctor’, so we spell it out or whisper it if he’s near.

Cat:  What makes Ronan special? 

LB:  He’s my brother and he’s a lot of fun.  I like being like the “older” brother even though I’m only 9 and a half and he’s eleven.  I like it because it’s fun to have a younger brother and it’s better for Ronan to have a big brother helper.

Autism: "No One Knows"

By Cathy Jameson

This post originally ran in December 2011.  I wanted to rerun this piece with some updates after reading some recent autism news that discussed an infant eye gaze study:  “In a study published Wednesday, researchers using eye-tracking technology found that children who were found to have autism at age 3 looked less at people’s eyes when they were babies than children who did not develop autism. But contrary to what the researchers expected, the difference was not apparent at birth. It emerged in the next few months and autism experts said that might suggest a window during which the progression toward autism can be halted or slowed.”

Funny that they state, “…the difference [in eye gaze] was not apparent at birth.  It emerged in the next few months…” They make the very same correlation many of us have reported:  our child was healthy at birth…but something happened over the next few months.  

Hmmm, I wonder what typically happens over those next few months? 

*cough* vaccines *cough*

While I’m happy that autism research is being done, it’s too bad that some of the money used on this study, and the high tech gadgetry it required, couldn’t have been transferred to the vaccinated vs. unvaccinated study we’ve asked to be conducted. 

No One seems to want to get that study underway...

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If you read the mainstream news the message is still the same:  No One knows why the dramatic rise in autism is happening.  They should just ask Anne Dachel or some of my friends.  We’d be able to fill them in.  We’d cut to the chase and say exactly what we believe causes autism.  But, No One wants to really listen to us and we continue to be ignored.  We’ll still see a continuation of these types of studies being reported in the news because No One really knows why there’s such a rise in autism.  November 2011 saw not one but two stories come out on causes of autism:

- Autism is linked to the changing role of women in society

- Autism is linked to clever parents

Before you walk away from the computer in disbelief, those two causes don’t sound too far- fetched when compared to the other list of other reasons and causes being circulated.   Rest assured that real research dollars were spent on these studies which means some sort of official entity blessed the time spent to dig up these details.  Causes of autism have been linked:

- to college-educated parents

- to older fathers

- to older mothers

- to big-boobed women

- to cold/distant mothers

- to how close to the highway one lives

- to prenatal ultrasound

- to newborn jaundice

- to low birth weight

- to Tylenol use after vaccinations

- to larger head size

- to watching too much television

That’s quite a list of causes, don’t you think!  I’m not sure who benefited besides some of us parents getting a good chuckle while reading “the latest” from the research world.  The list hits upon men, women, educational status, goes back to berate the women, peeks at baby’s development but forgets something oh so common.  While some genetics can play a role in an autism diagnosis I’m pretty sure news sources and researchers forgot that yes indeed, autism is a man-made epidemic.  That means something that someone made for kids is now doing damage to those kids. 

Vaccine Side Effects and The Role on the Caregiver

By Cathy Jameson

Side effects and vaccines.  That was the topic of last week’s Sunday post "What every Mom should know." It was more of an introductory post, really.  Much more information can and should be shared regarding vaccine side effects.  As necessary it is to expand on that information, today’s post isn’t going to be a continuation of the medical side effects that I’d touched on last week.  So, I won’t be listing every single vaccine on the market. 

I won’t post every single side effect of each of those vaccines starting with the mild to the moderate and then the severe. 

I won’t prove how utterly dangerous vaccines and their side effects can be. 

I also won’t share that $2.47 billion has been awarded by the US government to those who’ve experienced a vaccine injury or death. 

I won’t mention that from swelling at the sight of inject, to being diagnosed with autism, to dying as the result of a vaccination, side effects and adverse reactions demonstrate that vaccines truly are unavoidably unsafe.  

Nope.  I’ll save all that for another day. 

Instead, today’s post is going to focus on someone else: you. 

So, let’s begin.

You, who after witnessing vaccine side effects firsthand in a loved one, have been more than willing to tell others that some vaccines aren’t worth it.  Their physical pain and your emotional involvement is a lot to endure.  As the vaccine injured learns to live with their side effects and their altered life plans, so have you.  Side effects bog down.  They deny advancement.  They steal hope and destroy healing. 

But those side effects won’t be found on a package insert. 

They aren’t included in the fine print of a slick magazine advertisement. 

They also don’t need to be disclosed or legally reported by the doctor, nurse or medical technician either. 

Similar in ranking, the side effects that afflict a caregiver can be mild, moderate and severe.  They can be painful, and they most certainly can last over a great deal of time. 

Now, in sharing the side effects that a caregiver goes through is in no way meant to detract from the serious physical nature of the vaccine injury.  But, I think it’s important to talk about the caregiver’s as well because those side effects do exist.  Because side effects can cause delay.  Because they can affect someone physically, emotionally, financially while reducing their abilities.  And, like the actual vaccine side effect, the caregiver’s life can change, and does change, life forever.  I know this because I am caregiver to a child with a severe vaccine injury. 

Ronan’s side effects from his vaccines have lasted for years.  For the most part, I feel like I have a handle on what those are and how to best manage them.  But for my own?  The side effects affect how I live and how I care for Ronan. 

Take Ronan’s seizures, for instance.  They’ve increased steadily over the last few months.  As each seizure happened I began what felt like a post-traumatic stressful roller coaster ride of emotion.  Knowing how seizures affect Ronan and how desperately I wish he didn’t have them, I went from spurts of sadness to feeling waves of depression. 

For weeks I could not shake the extra negativity and the worry I had for my child, his situation and his future.  Weeks previously, when things were going well, I had less worry and more of a can-do spirit.  Triggers, like Ronan’s seizures, bring stresses to the surface.  The more triggers I face, the less effective of a caregiver I feel I become. 

I think many mothers go through these emotions, but having to juggle the additional medical and behavior issues, as well as my own unpredictable emotions, adds a great burden to an already heavy load.  It’s no wonder that when Ronan’s health declines, when school days are tough, when negative behaviors pepper our once successful schedule, the more visible my caregiver side effects are. 

Mild side effects, which can include emotions and also lead to certain behaviors, can be:

Sadness

Worry

Fear

Grief

Vaccine Side Effects: What Every Mom Should Know.

By Cathy Jameson

For the last few weeks most of my posts here have been about vaccines and vaccine safety.   Some of you may be missing my usual hopefully-ever-after writing, but vaccines have been bugging me lately.  When that happens, I don’t feel very hopeful or very happy.  

No matter what I’m reading–a magazine, a mainstream newspaper, or a blog, I can’t escape mention of vaccines these days.  Sure, I subscribe to a few places that typically highlight only vaccine news, but I’m reading about them in other places, and the news isn’t looking good. 

I can’t shake the disappointment I feel after seeing these stories.  Most of what I’ve read lauds vaccines claiming that they are safe despite their side effects, and that they’ll work if we give them a chance, and what’s the big deal, anyway?  Oh, when they don’t work?  Well, we’re sorry, let’s move on.  I know I speak for many when I say that that kind of news reporting is depressing and unacceptable. 

Can you imagine if vaccine news stories across the mainstream channels would actually reveal all there is to know about the vaccine--including the bad stuff?  I’m talking about the side effects, the lingering pain and the secondary illnesses that turn into everyday struggles after receiving a vaccination.  That information should be discussed more openly in the exam room and in the news but hardly seems to be.  I know this because I’ve been there in that exam room before and never got that sort of information.  People I speak to today about their vaccine encounters say the same thing.  When I hear from them, as they reach out to me for help, it’s clear that the right things are still not being said: “When do I worry about this rash?  The doctor didn’t tell me anything!” “What? I never knew you can still get the chickenpox after getting the chickenpox vaccine!”  “What should I do about this fever?  It’s so high, and it won’t go down!”

Side effects aren’t being mentioned in the articles I’ve viewed lately, and the moms I run into are still unaware of them, so it’s time to expose them for what they are.  Side effects are dangerous.  Side effects happen.  They can, and will, a last long after a vaccine is administered. 

Now, some people may be aware of side effects if they’ve done any kind of basic research.  The CDC tells us that side effects can be mild, moderate or severe.  Basic information might also come from a medical provider who takes the time to have a conversation about them.  Information may also come from the VIS (Vaccine Information Sheet).  This handout, usually a two-sided piece of paper, is required by law to be given to someone receiving certain vaccines. 

Less Than Thankful, More Than Grateful

By Cathy Jameson

This picture of my boys was taken a year ago.  Ronan, in the green sweatshirt, stopped moving long enough to sit down and look straight into the camera.  Sitting proudly next to Ronan is his younger brother, Little Buddy.  Little Buddy, who was also injured by his vaccines but has recovered, plays more of a big brother role than Ronan is capable.  

Little Buddy prays daily for Ronan hoping he too will be free of his vaccine injury.  He hopes that Ronan will be healed so that he can talk and so that they can play together.   With a heart bursting with pride, love and devotion, Little Buddy has enlisted his classmates to pray also.  Together, they offer special intentions for Ronan’s health and healing.  I need to take a lesson in Little Buddy’s devotion and perseverance because lately, I am having a hard time seeing too many positives in Ronan’s situation.

I certainly have some things to be thankful for today, but I would be remiss if I didn’t admit that I feel much more worry than thanks.  We’ve had to handle some uncomfortable issues lately:  wandering, an increase in seizures, stagnation of skills and negative behavioral concerns.  

I have been less than thankful for the many reminders of what’s making Ronan’s life more difficult.  Those difficulties, and the reality of Ronan’s vaccine injury and autism diagnosis, have me riding an emotional roller coaster.  Time heals all wounds, though, right?  

If I give it a few days…

If I shake the worry while looking for a bright side…

If I let some of the nagging go…  

If I hope for the best…

The Bubble Bursts: Vaccine Injury Program Hearings Postponed

By Cathy Jameson

My husband and I rearranged Ronan’s school, therapy and medical appointments as well as our own personal schedules in order for me to be available to go to the upcoming Congressional Hearing.  This Hearing was to address the Vaccine Injury Compensation Program  (VICP), its history as well as the waste, fraud and abuse stemming from that program.  Having taken part in the VICP on behalf of my son, it was important for me to make plans to be at that Hearing.

Since that announcement of the cancellation, in national news about vaccines I read that a healthy young man, who was battling for his life after getting the flu shot, died  this week.  I also read that the US is scampering to get a hold of an unapproved vaccine to students at an Ivy League college.  Personally, since the Hearing was cancelled, I learned that a friend’s mom landed in the hospital after getting a flu shot and that another friend’s son reacted negatively to a 3-in-1 vaccine. 

While the personal stories may not be earthshattering news for many, all of those stories frighten me.  They frighten me because another life has been senselessly lost, another life is in jeopardy and another person’s health has been changed forever.  Where are they to go when they link their ill health, that vaccine injury, or worse, death?  They’ll discover the VICP and how it proposes to help.  They’ll think they have answers, assistance and maybe some hope.  Too bad that the VICP is so broken. 

I know I am not the only one feeling worry, sadness or disappointment.  Many of us in the community were depending on some good news to finally come.  So, while we wait to get word about when the VICP Hearing will be rescheduled, because you know that people in our community are actively working to make that happen, I’d ask you to do a few things.  No need to sit and wallow in this disappointment, right?  It’s time for some action.

First, I want to ask you to review the video of the November 29, 2012 Hearing.   I think it’s important to do this because those people we heard last year are some of the same ones we’ll expect answers from when the VICP is rescheduled. 

You’ll recall that the Hearing last year saw a great many discussions about autism, including the role that childhood vaccines played in that diagnosis.  You’ll also remember that we saw Chairman Issa, who is also slated to oversee the VICP Hearing, lead a long-overdue discussion about what else needs to be done about autism.  Listen to everything that was revealed.  Think about how you felt when those Representatives’ words tumbled out of their mouths.  Keep those words in mind as you get ready for the next step. 

To Darrell Issa & Vaccine Injury Compensation Program: Meet Ronan Jameson

Committee on Oversight and Government Reform
Committee members
2157 Rayburn House Office Building,
Washington, DC 20515
Phone: (202) 225-5074 Fax: (202) 225-3974

By Cathy Jameson

Upon reading the Canary Party’s announcement that the Congressional Hearing, which was scheduled to discuss the Vaccine Injury Compensation Program, was cancelled with no postponed date announced, I penned Mr. Issa, Chairman of The Oversight and Government Reform Committee, this note.
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Dear Mr. Issa,

This is Ronan.  This is Ronan post seizure.  His seizure were brought on by vaccine injury.  Today, his seizures are gaining in duration, frequency and intensity.  I fear what they will do to his health and possibly his life.  
 
Ronan is my ten-year old son.  He was injured by his childhood vaccines.  Thankfully we learned the devastating effects of vaccines when we did, but it wasn't before serious harm was done.  Ronan lost his voice, lost skills he was building and was left with seizures, severe developmental delays and other secondary illnesses that physically drain and affect his energy.  

When we discovered that the vaccines were responsible for the damage done, we enrolled in the Vaccine Injury Compensation Program.  We had high hopes that the program would recognize what was so apparent--that they did something to my beautiful, healthy baby boy.  


We fought for eight years, EIGHT YEARS.  We jumped through every bureaucratic hoop.  We provided documentation after documentations.  Medical records, expert testimony and more.  We believed in the system, but when a system was created by the government for the government's gain, of course people like my son can never get what was supposedly promised them.  After devoting years to this cause, Ronan's case was dismissed in July 2013.  Disappointed doesn't even begin to describe how we felt when we learned his case could go no further.

Fast forward to now.  In two weeks I was planning on being at the Congressional Hearing that would discuss the Vaccine Injury Compensation Program.  I already know about the major flaws that program has but remained hopeful that your committee was going to finally call them out on the flaws, the waste, the fraud and the abuse.  How incredibly disappointing it was to receive news that the Hearing was cancelled with no new date announced.  

Don't you think enough time has gone by?  

Don't you realize the dangers lurking if the VICP is not remedied?  

Too Much Too Soon Too Little Too Late: HPV Vaccine Safety Lessons

By Cathy Jameson

For years we’ve been bombarded with multimillion dollar advertisements promoting the HPV vaccine known as Gardasil.  Commercial after commercial, whole page magazine ads and posters at subway stations sent more fear than facts to the public about the human papilloma virus (HPV) and its role in cervical cancer.  

Even though I do not care for this particular vaccine, I make an effort to stay updated whenever news comes out about it.  I do this because my oldest falls into the age category for which the vaccine is recommended.  The vaccine, originally designed and heavily pushed on the teenage population, can be administered as early as 9-years old.  After a rather hasty vaccine “safety” study period, the 3-series Gardasil vaccine became available in 2006.  Cervarix, also marketed as a cervical cancer prevention vaccine, debuted in 2009 is an alternate to Gardasil.  

Like every vaccine that came before these two, reactions post-vaccination were documented and reported in the VAERS database (Vaccine Adverse Event Reporting System).  Currently, almost 32,000 adverse reactions have been reported as well as 144 deaths.  Despite growing concerns about Gardasil and Cerivax, and about the increasingly serious and fatal reactions young girls have had from them, it was suggested in 2011 that boys as young as 11-years old also receive the 3-shot series.  

During the campaign to sell, sell, sell this product, we were told that the HPV vaccine would be an answer—an answer to help prevent cervical cancer.  We were told those who got the vaccine would be One Less:  One Less to chance it.  One Less to catch the disease.  One Less cancer victim.  We were also told that 3 doses were recommended for the series to be effective.  Reports are now saying 3 vaccines may be two too many though.

Good news for less jabs, right?  

What, then, should we tell the girls, and now possibly the boys, who got sick from their 2nd dose of the vaccine?  Who tells them, “Oops, sorry.”

Mr. Congressman, We Need to Talk

By Cathy Jameson

I wrote and sent this to my Congressman last week.  I wanted to make sure he knew about the Congressional Briefing on the National Vaccine Injury Compensation Program and about the upcoming Hearing.  I haven’t heard back from him yet, but when I do, I hope it is a positive response. 

Hello, Congressman,

I have a 10-year old son who was vaccine injured.  Ronan's injury happened as we followed the recommended childhood vaccine schedule.  We discovered that not all vaccines provide benefits and that for my child, vaccines played a negative role in his development.  In this discovery, we also learned that our government set up a program to assist those who are injured by vaccinations.  Since we saw that Ronan’s injury correlated with his vaccines, we filed a claim with Vaccine “Court” in the National Vaccine Injury Compensation Program. Since that program was set up in the late 1980s under the Department of Human Health and Services, the US government has awarded over $3 billion to vaccine injured individuals or to the families of those who have died from a vaccination. 

The results of Ronan's injury were very clear to us.  They continue to plague him as well.  Ronan is non-verbal, has seizures, cannot use the bathroom on his own, cannot cross the street on his own, is in jeopardy of wandering, is enrolled in a special education program and requires one-on-one speech, occupational and behavioral therapy.  He has also been diagnosed with autism.

From our initial filing to Ronan’s case being dismissed in Vaccine Court, it took 7 years to get through the system.  Seven years!  Looking at Ronan, knowing his history, connecting the dots on his medical records from when he went from happy and healthy to very sick and severely autistic, it's clear that vaccines did something to him.  One can see the progression of the major regression.

Social Media, Autism Friend or Foe?

By  Cathy Jameson

I saw a notice posted in a doctor’s office a few weeks ago.  It wasn’t for patients but for the medical staff.  The topic was social media and how medical professionals can tap into it.  Someone would be speaking about helpful tips to know and use while on the web.  Rules of etiquette would to be shared as well.  How I wish I could have been there in attendance to hear what was going to be said! 
A Tweet, Pin, FaceBook post, YouTube video or Instagram picture.  Depending on who you’re following, or what you’re viewing, social media can give you a boost and a smile.  It can also get you into hot water. 

Social media.  Friend or foe?  For the autism parent with a vaccine injured child, I think it can be both. 

Is it necessary?

Absolutely. 

Why?

Because of how bombarded we are with one-sided information on highway billboards. 

Like this:

 

Because we’re presented with contradictory information. 

Like this: 

Cathy Jameson on Bullying and Vaccination

Age of Autism’s Cathy Jameson as Special Guest on the Know Your Rights Hour Radio Show with Dr. Mayer Eisenstein and Attorney Alan Philips

I was taken aback when I received an email from Dr. Mayer Eisenstein last Monday morning. I thought to myself, ‘Not the Dr. Eisenstein!’ I wondered before I opened the message.  Yes, the Dr. Eisenstein was emailing me.  He was offering high praise for my Vaccine Bullying article that had posted the day before.  He also was asking if I wouldn’t mind giving him 5-10 minutes later that evening to talk about the article.

Would I mind?  Not at all!  I wrote him back and said would be thrilled to speak with him. 
A few months ago I was a nervous nelly doing my first live television interview on Fox News.  Last Monday evening, in the comfort of my home, I found myself a much more relaxed special guest on Dr. Eisenstein’s live radio show.  The show, Know Your Rights Hour, is hosted by Eisenstein and Vaccine Rights Attorney Alan Philips, J.D.  It can be heard on BlogSpot Radio Monday evenings from 8-9 CST. 

I shared some of my past experiences in the doctor’s office and how I stood up to our doctors and nurses who badgered us about vaccinating.  I said that because of my being vocal about what’s happened to Ronan that parents reach out to me and want to know what they can do when their doctor bullies them.  We also discussed the tips I’d offered in my article. 

What a treat it was to speak to these two gentleman about something I am very passionate about.  I guess I had a lot to say because my 5-10 minutes of talking turned into being on air for the first half of the show!  If you missed us, you can still give us a listen.  The archives can be found on the Natural News Radio page.

Cathy Jameson is a Contributing Editor for Age of Autism.

What Autism Moms Deserve: Affordable Care Act Offers Little

By Cathy Jameson

“…[to] have the security we need…for ourselves and our families.” – First Lady M. Obama

A few Fridays ago, at the end of a week full of meetings and appointments, I spent the morning catching up on household chores I’d been neglecting.  I was able to get most of the cleaning, sorting and organizing done that I’d wanted to.  I had about 10 minutes to spare before I had to pick Ronan up from school, so I sat at the computer to catch up on emails and see what news was making the headlines.  A piece on Yahoo! Shine, featuring the First Lady and titled What Every Mother in this Country Deserves, caught my eye.  Being mom to five incredible kids, one of whom has severe medical issues, I opened the link to find out what it was that I deserved. 

Michelle Obama begins by telling a familiar tale many mothers have gone through:  taking a child to the emergency room.  She shares details of the event and the overwhelming emotion that came with the experience.  Those types of medical visits are very scary for many mothers, I know.  Ronan’s had several.  A few of his ER visits happened soon after his vaccines and later ones were complicated by autism. 

Michelle goes on in the article to say how grateful she is for immediate medical response for her daughter, something everyone hopes for.  Then, she begins her spiel.  It’s a plug for affordable healthcare.  With all that has happened to Ronan and how expensive his care has been, I paused.  Those two words, affordable healthcare, don’t usually go hand-in-hand when you have a vaccine injured child.  I was interested in what else the article had to offer though, so I kept reading. 

As I finished the article I appreciated that Michelle gave props to all moms who’ve faced similar E.R. situations.  I also like that she states that, “…Every mother in this country deserves this kind of security (i.e., affordable healthcare) for herself and for her family…”  I absolutely agree with that.   But what I don’t appreciate is that the article read like a pharmaceutical advertisement with Michelle as the “celebrity” shill.  Those types of advertisement and spokespeople tend to glorify only the good, the easy and what usually ends up being beneficial to only a select few. 
With the years of experience I have now researching all things medical, by the end of the article, I wondered, where is the fine print?  I depend on that information to help me make informed decisions. 

Knowing the fine print, and if it includes denials, out-of-network charges or out-of-pocket expenses, is what I’ve gotten accustom to dealing with.  Because I have faced unfortunate discoveries, and that our medical insurance will not fully cover a promising treatment (or Ronan’s name brand medication or the voice output device that will reduce behaviors or the on-going therapy he needs), I wanted to know what wouldn’t be covered by this too-good-to-be-true-sounding insurance Michelle was selling.  I wondered if the coverage and programs being promoting through the Affordable Healthcare Act (ACA) would actually help those with an autism diagnosis.  Would the plan fit children like Ronan—the “square pegs” who baffle and befuddle the nation’s top specialist and professionals?  Would the ACA pick up the legislative efforts that Autism Speaks  has started as they attempt to secure mandated insurance coverage nationwide for those with autism? 

On paper, the Affordable Healthcare Act is offering access to insurance for all—for people, including children, with pre-existing conditions and for adult children up to the age of 26.  I know of no other insurance company that compares with offering those types of benefits.  I had to admit that the ACA sounded like a good thing, especially for autism families!  But because some controversy has followed the development of this legislation since its inception, and because of the many complaints I’ve heard in the last few weeks that much higher deductibles and premiums will be the new norm, and because, honestly, curiosity killed this Cat, I took time after I got back home with Ronan to read more.  I wanted to learn and discern as much as I could

When I returned, I popped over to the HealthCare.gov website  to look not just at what Michelle said I deserved, but at what my son Ronan requires to live each and every day. 

As all good autism moms do, I hit the search box first.  My search list included:

autism
mitochondrial disease
behavior therapy
apraxia
speech therapy
occupational therapy
GI distress
seizures

What I discovered didn’t shock me.  What I discovered saddened and frustrated me instead. 
Autism:  Similar to my first hit, I opened this preventative care for children  link followed by this page .  Listed in the pdfs are typical childhood milestones.  Milestones are good to know, but with the rise in autism rates I had hoped to see that rate posted as well as a list of autism warning signs and a list of preventative measures most mothers I talk to want to know. 

Things to Know or Do When You’re Up Against a Vaccine Bully

By  Cathy Jameson

October is National Bully Prevention Month.  It is National Vaccine Injury Month. 

Ironic, no? 

Here are some recent vaccine-related news articles posted on the web during October:

High Court Orders Two Sister Must Receive MMR Vaccine

Announcing UK Government Considering Mandatory Whooping Cough Vaccine for Newborns

Flu Shots During Pregnancy Reduce Autism Risk

Could A Vaccines for PTSD Protect Soldier?

Gates Foundation Introduces Trendy New Bracelets as Ridiculous Marketing Ploy to Push Vaccines
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My head spins when I see headlines like those above.  But, to the average reader, they may truly not know why some of the content of those stories are absolutely ridiculous.  The reader may not be aware of the many risks of vaccinating or realize how much money goes into this industry.  This happens when mainstream news refuses to offer both sides of the vaccine story. 

I get several phone calls and emails every month from parents asking for help when they see similar headlines in the news.  I get questions like:  What can I do when my doctor isn’t listening to me?  Why is my doctor bullying me about this?  What do I say if I don’t want all those shots?  What should I bring to the appointment to prove what he’s saying about vaccines and autism is wrong?  I let parents know that the best thing that they can, and should do, is to learn as much as they can.  I tell them to be ready to speak up when it’s time and to never forget it’s their child—not the doctor’s, that they are bringing into the exam room.  I also suggest to these parents to read.  Read. Read. Read. Read. Read.  And then read some more.  Knowledge truly is power, and applying that knowledge can be very powerful. 

In the past, the places I spend the most time discussing vaccines, vaccine safety and how autism is linked to vaccines occurs in an exam room with one of my son’s medical providers as well as on blogs, message boards and in the comments of web-based articles.  In the exam room, some doctors and medical staff are adamant about “No vaccines? No service.”  Fine! I say.  I’d rather take my children to someone else who actually respects them and their health.  It may be more costly to find a different provider, but their life is absolutely worth it. 

Online discussions about vaccines can be no different.  Depending on the vaccine topic or fact being discussed, reported or distorted, I’ve run into hostile individuals who refuse to hear me out.  “You don’t like them?  Conversation OVER.”  I learned the hard way that some people aren’t worth engaging.  Fortunately, the last encounter I had with someone online who rudely represented the pro-vaccine camp hasn’t had a repeat.  Easily I could have decided to never discuss vaccines online again with how negative that interaction was.  But I decided I wouldn’t walk away completely.  I can’t because those quietly witnessing the conversation later seek me out offline.  Not wanting to chime in directly, they ask questions behind the scenes and appreciate my perspective as the parent of a vaccine-injured child and ask for advice. 

New parents on the scene, the lurkers who’ve just made the autism-vaccine link discovery, are listening intently to those conversations.  Those lurkers are sometimes on the fence about the decision they face.  Some of them want solid answers and would expect them from professionals they trust.  But how do they trust someone who’s banking off of their medical decisions:  Should I vaccinate?  I think I might. Maybe not all at once though like my friend did with her kid.  He’s been so sick after all those shots and now has autism.  Doctors say the autism has nothing to the shots, but I know it wasn’t there before the shots.  What if I don’t vaccinate? My doctor keeps badgering me like I’m doing something wrong.  I hate it.  He always says, “You know your baby best…” and then hounds me to do what he wants to do.  He says my kids have to have all these shots, SO many of them, to get into school.  I called the school and they take vaccine exemptions, so why is my doctor pressuring me so badly?

New parents have questions.  New parents want answers.  What’s a new parent, or any parent for that matter, to do as they start asking what seems like an innocent question about vaccines either in the exam room or on the internet? 

# 1 – Do stay calm.  Online trolls love vaccine drama.  Pharma shills do too.  They get off on their wordsmithing, their debating skills and how much of your time they can waste.  If it’s in the exam room that you raise a question or concern, and if it’s an ill-informed doctor or pushy nurse you’re up against, be prepared well ahead of time with what you want to ask, say or point out.  Because your knowledge directly benefits your child’s health, stay calm, know your stuff and be ready to stand your ground.  Keep in mind that some practices benefit from doling out pharmaceutical products.  The more you know about where your doctor’s loyalty lies, the stronger you can be with the decisions or statements you want to make.

15 More Things You Need to Know About Vaccines

By Cathy Jameson

Fox News online posted a lengthy article on October 9th called 15 things you need to know about vaccines.  While the article could have been very informative, it had several flaws.  As the parent of a vaccine injured child, I not only have additional information, but also a different perspective on the subject and thoughts about who Fox News chose to answer their questions. 

Here are 15 more things I think you need to know about vaccines.

1.
Fox News’ Question: How Do Vaccines Work?

My Question: Where Would One Find Empirical and Unbiased Information About Vaccines?

From the Fox News article: 

“Vaccines (create special proteins) without making you ill.  Vaccines induce the protective immunity that is a consequence of natural infection, without having to pay the price of [becoming sick with] a natural infection," said Paul Offit, chief of the division of infectious diseases and the director of the Vaccine Education Center at the Children's Hospital of Philadelphia. Getting a vaccine is "like having a protective bubble that keeps viruses and bacteria from attacking your body," Offit said.

I have parents asking me questions about vaccines, vaccine safety, vaccine efficacy and the vaccine-autism link all the time.  Parents want to more information.  Parents of vaccine injured kids know many of the answers.  We want other parents to be as educated about vaccines and their child’s health so they can avoid an unnecessary vaccine injury. 

People usually come to me after they’ve sought advice from their medical provider.  While it’s a good start to ask their doctor for input, I let people know that they can continue to research on their own.  I like to get my vaccine information from journals and articles and from several sources.  I’ve learned a great deal from the National Vaccine Information Center and from the SafeMinds Coalition among other groups dedicated to educating people on vaccines and vaccine safety. 

Best of Cathy Jameson: No Rest For The Weary

By Cathy Jameson

Ring. Ring.   Of all days. 
 
Ronan was up at some ridiculous hour the last two mornings in a row.  All I wanted was some peace, a whole lot of sleep and for it to please come soon.  I’d just returned home from dropping off my children at school.  If I was going to survive a full day, and another possible night of no sleep due to Ronan’s frequent night waking, I had to grab that quiet moment now. 
 
Ring. Ring.
 
Crawling back into bed praying for rest in the form of a nap, I groaned.  I usually turn the ringer off if I get the chance to go back to bed.  Obviously I was too tired to remember to do that this time. 
 
Ring. Ring.
 
I recognized the phone number and knew I couldn’t ignore the call.  Forcing myself to perk up, I hoped I didn’t sound like the exhausted half-human I felt I was. 
 
 “Hello?” 
 
“Mrs. Jameson?” a woman on the other end asked.
 
“Yes, this is.” 
 
“This is the nurse at Ronan’s school.”  Drat.
 
I was wide awake.  The nurse continued, “I was looking through Ronan’s files, and I see that he did not get the varicella vaccine.”
 
Double drat! 
 
I replied, “Yeeesss?”
 
The nurse continued, “Well, I need to tell you something.”
 
Ugh.  I was sitting up in bed.  Naptime over.  My mind raced as I reached for my imaginary mother warrior boxing gloves thinking, You wanna talk vaccines?  Bring it, sista.
 
“I’m listening,” I tried to say casually.
 
“Well, we have two cases of chicken pox here at school.  Ronan didn’t get that shot, so if you think he might be exposed you can come pick him up.”
 
I almost laughed.  How quickly I put myself in the vaccine boxing ring ready to put my dukes up!  I waited a second before responding.  “Oh, wow.  Thanks for calling.  You know what though?  Ronan had the chicken pox.  He caught it naturally a few years ago.  So….he doesn’t need the shot, and he should be fine.” (Please, oh please, oh p-l-e-a-s-e say that he can stay at school today because I really need to take a nap.) 
 
The nurse said, “Oh, wait. I think you did tell me that.  Yes, now I remember. Okay, then.  It’s been a really busy morning.”  I thought, I bet it has!  Chicken pox is no picnic.  I was guessing she was in damage control mode rifling through hundreds of other kids’ files trying to see who was and wasn’t vaccinated, and who might be susceptible to catching the chicken pox.

Ring. Ring.   Of all days. 
 
Ronan was up at some ridiculous hour the last two mornings in a row.  All I wanted was some peace, a whole lot of sleep and for it to please come soon.  I’d just returned home from dropping off my children at school.  If I was going to survive a full day, and another possible night of no sleep due to Ronan’s frequent night waking, I had to grab that quiet moment now. 
 
Ring. Ring.
 
Crawling back into bed praying for rest in the form of a nap, I groaned.  I usually turn the ringer off if I get the chance to go back to bed.  Obviously I was too tired to remember to do that this time. 
 
Ring. Ring.
 
I recognized the phone number and knew I couldn’t ignore the call.  Forcing myself to perk up, I hoped I didn’t sound like the exhausted half-human I felt I was. 
 
 “Hello?” 
 
“Mrs. Jameson?” a woman on the other end asked.
 
“Yes, this is.” 
 
“This is the nurse at Ronan’s school.”  Drat.
 
I was wide awake.  The nurse continued, “I was looking through Ronan’s files, and I see that he did not get the varicella vaccine.”
 
Double drat! 
 
I replied, “Yeeesss?”
 
The nurse continued, “Well, I need to tell you something.”
 
Ugh.  I was sitting up in bed.  Naptime over.  My mind raced as I reached for my imaginary mother warrior boxing gloves thinking, You wanna talk vaccines?  Bring it, sista.
 
“I’m listening,” I tried to say casually.
 
“Well, we have two cases of chicken pox here at school.  Ronan didn’t get that shot, so if you think he might be exposed you can come pick him up.”
 
I almost laughed.  How quickly I put myself in the vaccine boxing ring ready to put my dukes up!  I waited a second before responding.  “Oh, wow.  Thanks for calling.  You know what though?  Ronan had the chicken pox.  He caught it naturally a few years ago.  So….he doesn’t need the shot, and he should be fine.” (Please, oh please, oh p-l-e-a-s-e say that he can stay at school today because I really need to take a nap.) 
 
The nurse said, “Oh, wait. I think you did tell me that.  Yes, now I remember. Okay, then.  It’s been a really busy morning.”  I thought, I bet it has!  Chicken pox is no picnic.  I was guessing she was in damage control mode rifling through hundreds of other kids’ files trying to see who was and wasn’t vaccinated, and who might be susceptible to catching the chicken pox.

Combatting Autism

By Cathy Jameson

After a particularly difficult week, I knew I needed to make some changes.  The biggest change would be about my attitude.  It was going to be hard because reminders of why some things are difficult stare me in the face daily.  Some of the reminders have me ping ponging from feeling overwhelmed to feeling depressed.   The extra stress I carried last week made me want to give up on some of this fight.  Not on the fight I will always have to help and protect Ronan, but the fight that inevitably comes while attempting to educate other people on vaccine history, safety and injury. 

While trying to contribute the real facts about vaccines with some people, many of whom have become increasingly insulting the longer the dialogue continues, I came close to walking away.  I wanted to be done with it and with future conversations too.  I threw my hands up in the air and thought it’s not up to me to educate anyone, so why do I try so hard.  I’ve been told before “do not engage” and “it’s pointless” and “they’ll just get you all riled up, Cat”.  True to form, their same old arguments were indeed pointless, and I did get riled up.  I forgot my own advice and regretted engaging with these folks.  They proudly hail from narrow minded and one-sided pro-vaccination camps.   But something caught my eye.  It nagged at me and made me want to come back.

Midway through the discussion, new people chimed in.  People I hadn’t expected responded.  People who didn’t have kids yet but wanted to know why the fuss about vaccines.   People asking why some groups insist that vaccines are a gift to mankind while other groups politely caution the use of them.  These people offered a thought or two.  They were genuinely interested and clearly following along the conversation.  Then they began to ask questions.  Questions that made the conversation continue and that brought other people in as well.

I stuck around.  I shared my thoughts and linked websites.  These folks admitted that while they don’t like the vaccine schedule, they felt like they were unable to do much about it.  They didn’t know that public schools still have to admit students who choose to not follow the recommended schedule.   They didn’t know that vaccines haven’t truly been studied like the news and some government agencies want us to believe.  They didn’t know that with vaccine use, comes vaccine injury and death.  They didn’t know that our own government has paid out over $2.7 billion dollars to those who’ve been adversely affected by vaccines.  They didn’t know it only takes only a few minutes on a few websites to verify all of that and that they could easily start to search out the truth for themselves. 

I was taken aback when the conversation turned as these new people chimed in.  They reminded me of myself when I first learned about vaccines.  I was that ill-informed person.  I was that scared new parent.  I was that person who did not know I had rights.  I was also that constantly-wondering-what-if type of mom.  What if I do vaccinate?  What if I don’t?  What if he gets chicken pox naturally?  What if he doesn’t?   What if the vaccine doesn’t work?  And, wait just a minute.  Why does he need a booster if vaccines supposedly work so well? 

The End?

By Cathy Jameson

Just when I think I’ve helped everyone I thought I could, I haven’t.  Not that it’s my job, or that I get paid to help others; it’s just part of my nature to help, especially when the other person is a mom.

I ran into a woman last week who’ve I’ve known just for a little while.  Her kids are typical.  Or so I thought.  The more time we spent together the more I realized, no, her kids sound like mine.  Mine are not as typical as I imagined they could be—one has severe developmental delays and autism.  Two were speech delayed.  Three were vaccine injured. 

The longer we chatted, the more this other mom and I shared the same vocabulary:  therapy, vision issues, sensory needs, auditory integration, calming and self-regulating techniques.  All this time I wanted to be more like her, but she was just like me: a mom working feverishly to give her kid what they needed to be able to function in the world. 

Hearing that her child had struggles hit me hard.  I had no idea.  In past brief encounters I assumed she was bathing in “typical” parenting, and yet, she was struggling just like I do.  It humbled me.  In the same instant, it crushed me. 

Just when I think I can handle all that I encounter…

Just when I feel I have been completely beaten down emotionally…

Just when I think surely no more children are suffering like mine have…

It felt like my world was caving in.  To hear that another child shared the same story and similar struggles as some of my children do, how did I miss that? 

Was it because I was too self-absorbed and knee-deep in my own thoughts? 

Was it because I can’t be all and do all for everyone even though I want to?

Was it because this other parent hadn’t put two and two together yet like I and many of my friends have? 

Was it because this parent has kept their head in the sand about what’s contributing to their child’s problems?

Or was it because they’re afraid of confirming what they do know but haven’t yet found the courage to confront it? 

All Puckered Up

By Cathy Jameson


This week was more tiring than previous ones.  We’ve returned to a more structured routine with the start of Ronan’s new school year.  As busy as I know we’ll be, I couldn’t wait for school to begin.  I didn’t realize how much I needed structure until we didn’t have it over the summer.  Ronan needed it, too and has done well transitioning back with his dedicated team.  Every day, Ronan’s come home happy and with good reports.  He’s been in good shape each afternoon and even surprised me with how alert and active he was as we neared the weekend.  I, on the other hand, have been worn out. 

By the time my kids come home from school I’m ready to for bed.  I haven’t gotten used to setting the alarm each morning, and unfortunately, I wake up cranky wearing the face of a sourpuss.  Mornings and I don’t do well.  Afternoons suddenly don’t agree with me either.  It now takes an extra cup of coffee during the day to feel like I’m able to function among the living.  Midweek I snuck in a nap (alright, two naps) hoping to get a bit of rest to survive the entire week.  I didn’t realize how much energy it was going to take for me to get back into the swing of things.  Ronan has made it look so easy! 

Ronan didn’t slow down at all, and in fact, was keeping up with all of his therapy and school demands.  When Friday came along, even though Ronan looked alert and showed no signs of distress, I knew not to push him too hard.  One too many activities can throw him over the edge.  Not this week though.  And, on Friday afternoon, just as we were wrapping up his last bit of an after-school therapy appointment, I thought Ronan’s full and physically taxing schedule would finally catch up with him.  It didn’t.  Instead, he showed me a new skill.  It was so big and wonderful that it took my breath away. 

Ronan finished his session early and walked over to where I was in the hallway.  He signed, ‘Mom, Wii bowling please yes’ with the goofiest grin.  Ronan had worked incredibly hard all week and deserved some extra time to chill out.  I looked at him and said, “Sure, Buddy! Let’s say goodbye first.” 

Ronan and I sat on the steps near the front door and waited for his therapist to pack up his things.  Tucking his arms in so I could cuddle him, Ronan sat in my lap and snuggled.  We sat quietly together for one minute, two minutes…three.  I loved that he slowed down enough to want to be held.  As we sat, Ronan gazed into my eyes.  Ronan can make eye contact but doesn’t always sustain it.  This stare was different and felt like it was going to last forever.  It also felt like Ronan was about to say something.  Not wanting to lose contact, I said, “What a love you are!  You are so snuggly today.  Mommy is really proud of you.” 

Autism Mom and Cover Girl! Autism File Goes Digital.

We're happy to report that you can now download Autism File Magazine free.  Simply click THIS LINK to start your subscription. 

The Autism File, the first magazine ever published devoted exclusively to Autism Spectrum Disorders, announced today that the upcoming August/September issue will mark the magazine’s entry into the world of digital publishing.

Since the first issue of the magazine appeared in 1999, the Autism File has been described by readers as a “lifeline”.  “Thanks to the most knowledgeable experts and experienced parents from around the world, we’re able to present cutting-edge content and critically needed support to families affected by autism,” said the magazine’s founder and Editor-in-Chief, Polly Tommey.  “The new digital format will allow parents and professionals—no matter where they live—to have immediate access to the crucial information provided by our contributors.”

In addition to the magazine’s bi-monthly publication, which will be available as a free download six times per year, the Autism File’s team of editors and writers will provide a weekly update focusing on relevant topics including nutrition, biomedical treatments, sensory issues, advocacy, and safety.  “There is an overwhelming number of concerns that autism families face each and every day, and often on incredibly tight budgets,” said Polly.  “Our readers will now have the latest innovations and strategies for all aspects of living with autism right at their fingertips, and at no cost.”

Our own Cathy Jameson is this issue's cover girl - along with her handsome son Ronan.  once you have subscribed, (see link above) you can read Cathy's article titled Navigating the System to learn about the IEP process.

I Will Wait

By Cathy Jameson

We haven’t had the best summer.  The kids have been sick on and off since June.  A reliable care giver left us for another job.  One of our cars was on the fritz.  The central air conditioning unit bit the dust.  Other things, like the fact that Ronan now refuses to walk into one of his therapy places, cause frustration.  Delays, increased stress, and bearing the weight of intense negative moments have me questioning my sanity.  When some of my kids start school next week, I will be somewhat ecstatic and totally relieved to start a better routine. 

While this summer had more stress than relaxation, the kids’ vacation from school wasn’t a wash.  We made some new friends.  We celebrated several birthdays and anniversaries.  We had fun family time.  We got to be lazy when everyone else was scampering to early-morning summer camps and jetting out of town on expensive vacations.  The positive experiences this summer weren’t as frequent, but one in particular brings the biggest smile to my face.  It came last week on a day that Ronan wouldn’t leave me alone.  

Desperate for just five (consecutive) quiet minutes to myself, Ronan wouldn’t have any of it.  He was in constant search of me.  And as soon as he found me, he glued himself to my side making sure I stayed close to him.  This seeking me out isn’t unusual.  The fact that he wanted me to join him was.  Ronan is typically a loner.  He prefers to be on the outskirts of the room doing his own thing while the rest of us carry on with whatever it is we’re doing.  For the most part, while his siblings are playing, Ronan is either observing them or doing something quiet a safe distance from them.  Since Ronan doesn’t stay put for too long and needs constant watching, I sometimes have limited time to complete a task in one sitting.     

Thursday of last week was no different of what’s become of our daily summer routine.  The big kids were playing together while Ronan chose to play Wii.  He learned how to play Wii appropriately a few months ago and is quite good at some of the games.  He especially loves bowling and will stay at the game for a good stretch of time.  I knew Ronan was safe and happy, so I sat down thinking I had time to catch up on some reading.  I really needed the break before I had to get up again to make dinner. 

Not that I was hiding, but I was hoping to do absolutely nothing for just a little bit.  Within seconds of sitting down, Ronan found me.  He needed something, so I got up.  He held my hand and guided me to where he was playing Wii.  I checked the unit.  It was working fine.  “Nothing broken.  See,” I said pointing to it.  “It works.  Try it again, Buddy.” 

Ronan handed me the remote control and insisted I keep it.  I tried to hand it back but Ronan wouldn’t reach for it.  I pushed a few of the buttons on the remote and saw that the blue lights lit up.  Console works.  Batteries work.  Huh.  What could be wrong with it, I wonder, unless….OH! 
“Ronan, do you want ME to play?!”  He signed ‘yes’. 

Autism Parental Input

By Cathy Jameson

Bright Lights in the Big City

Last Monday evening I got a call from my friend Megan Davenhall who is also known as Sunshine from The Thinking Moms’ Revolution.  Sunshine was asked by Fox News to go on air and give her reaction to the induced labor-autism study.  Unable to go, she asked if I might be able to jet up to the studio to be on the evening news.  While still on the phone getting details, I whispered to my always-supportive husband what the call was about.  He encouragingly smiled at me and said, “Go!”  I have no prior television experience.  Heck, we don’t even have cable TV anymore!  I felt a little out of touch but was excited to see what was in store.  I thought what have I got to lose?  I’ve already been so vocal about Ronan and our situation; this will be one more chance to tell people what I know about autism.

I said to Sunshine, “Sure!  I’ll do it.”  Had I known how nervous I would be just a few hours later during the interview, I would’ve quickly hung up and hidden under a blankie instead!  I’m glad I didn’t run and hide.  As nervous as I was (and, oh boy, was I nervous), this opportunity was important. 

I knew I needed to do some major prepping for what I just signed up to do and only had just over an hour to do it.  I made a quick call to Fox News and told the fellow putting the segment together that a Thinking Mom was available to go on air.  I got more details about what the piece was about too.  Fox News’ reporter, Shawn Yancy, who is also an autism mom, was going to showcase the autism-induced labor study in the 10 o’clock health news segment.  Could I share my thoughts on that?  I laughed and said, “Oh, yeah, I saw that go through my news feed.  I usually read everything I see about autism, but I didn’t open that link.  I thought to myself, ‘Another study?  Really??  What’ll it be this time?’  My contact at the station pressed if I’d be available.  I confirmed I could and hung up.     

While I got dressed and ready to go, my husband read through the study and wrote some notes for me.  I joined him moments later and sat down at the computer to do some reading.  Together, we found more information and saw that this particular study was drawing a great deal of national attention on several news sites, including ones we trusted and on quite a few mainstream ones as well. 

With notes in hand, we went over key talking points.  Since I hadn’t yet been given any questions that the reporter would ask me, I made sure to jot down general information on autism as well as news from other recent studies.  Not having done too much reading on induced labors, I wanted to verify that process and that induced labor requires chemical assistance.  I already knew that, when any kind of toxic goo is added to the body burden, the immune system can be suppressed.  The GI tract can take a hit.   A toll can be placed on the neurological system.  I assumed that once induction starts, risks immediately do too. 

I felt like I had a good idea of what could be presented but wanted to get some input from those who’ve sat in the hot seat before.  I made a quick call to Kim Stagliano.  She offered sage advice and boosted my spirits.  Once we hung up, Kim put the word out that I’d be on the news which prompted an encouraging call from AofA’s Media Editor Anne Dachel.  She too wished me luck and reminded me of something I hadn’t thought of.  This study, as with a string of others, puts blame on the mother.  Ah, yes.  Another tactic to dodge the truth and make mommy the bad guy. 
With only ten minutes left before I needed to get on the road, I reached out to a friend who is well versed in the subject of pregnancy, laboring and babies.  Brandy Burd has ten year’s experiences as a doula and serves the Virginia Beach, Chesapeake and Norfolk cities in Virginia.  From her website, “As a birth doula, my goal is to help mothers educate themselves on their options for childbirth, and provide the physical, emotional, and informational support they need to achieve what they define as a positive birth experience.”  I knew Brandy would be a fantastic source for me in the final few minutes I had left to cram for the interview. 

What I gathered from our conversation is that inducing labor could indeed be medically necessary in certain situations, but allowing for a natural birth should be considered first.  Some reasons a doctor may suggest an induction are when the mother is experiencing pre-eclampsia, high blood pressure, diabetes, multiple complicated pregnancies and when the membranes rupture but the next stage of labor is grossly delayed as that can put the baby’s health at risk. 

Full-term pregnancies typically range from 37 – 42 weeks.  Forty-two weeks may seem like a long time, but women can and have safely labored up through then naturally.  Despite that fact though, some clinics promote induced labor as a “standard management” practice.  Some reasons for non-medically necessary inductions are:

*for social reasons (inducing because parents wish to have the baby on a certain date)

*due to maternal age (inducing because a woman is “older”)

*for convenience to the provider (inducing around his/her schedule or time off)

*for convenience to the hospital (inducing scheduled during the day when more staff is available)

*for convenience to the pregnant woman (inducing because she may be tired of being pregnant or because she wants a smaller baby) 

When considering birthing options, taking note of the woman’s health, the type of pregnancy she’s had as well as the baby’s development is of utmost importance.  To needlessly schedule an induced labor could actually cause serious complications for both mom and child and what Brandy referred to as the Ripple Effect.  This means that when one intervention is started, another is likely to be added in order to offset an unexpected outcome or unforeseen complications from the procedure.  More drugs, some with increased negative side effects, are added next. Those, as well as other invasive actions, can add stress and physical strain to the laboring process.  Instead of a let-nature-takes-its-course approach, or allowing mom to trust her body, both mom and baby are hooked up to drips and monitors and have less mobility to move through the labor pains. 

Cathy Jameson On Labor Induction and Autism on Fox 5 DC

Thank you to Age of Autism's Cathy Jameson for her appearance on Fox 5 News DC last night to discuss the recent news that inducing labor could be related to autism.  Cathy is a co-contributor to book The Thinking Moms' Revolution.  And our favorite Sunday read here at AofA. Great job, Cathy.

http://www.myfoxdc.com/video?&clipId=9191960&autostart=true#axzz2bqZvHrkZ

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Shock and Autism

By Cathy Jameson

I try to stay as current as I can on autism topics and how they relate to Ronan’s situation.  As I read, I’m exposed to the God-awful truth.  Despite how much it sometimes hurts to learn what I’ve had to discover, I keep reading. 

Not everything I’ve seen has been useful though.  Sometimes I run across fluff pieces pawned off as the Gospel truth.  This happens more than it should and occurs in more sources than I’d expect:  magazines and books, on the internet and across the pages of newspapers worldwide.  Apparently, the more sensationalized and inaccurate a piece is the better.  

A few months ago I wrote a piece about an in-your-face  advertising concept I’d heard about on the radio.  Many of us in this community have used ‘in-your-face’ writing to get our point across for some time.  What if we added images that are visually honest also?  The other side gets to sensationalize how safe and effective their products are in their high-dollar advertising programs.

So why can’t we, too, with our stories?  I’m not saying that we would glorify what’s happened to our children.  We’d continue to be 100% factual and add pictures that correspond to what our kids have had to bare—an unfathomable burden that came as a result of what’s been claimed as safe, but is rather, undeniably ineffective.   

What if? 
 



Not a pretty picture, huh?  

Reality Check

By Cathy Jameson

Ronan has a vaccine injury, mitochondrial disease and seizures.  He can’t talk or use the bathroom on his own.  He can’t be left unattended or perform typical daily living skills.  Ronan requires a special diet, round-the-clock care and a team of professionals to teach him.  He has another team to medically treat him and to support him.  He’s a severely affected child.  I’ve known all of this for a long time now, but nothing could prepare me for a day like last Thursday.  That’s the day Ronan’s adaptive stroller arrived.  The stroller, while it will be very useful and will allow Ronan to see more of the world, is a reminder that he remains very dependent and sometimes, very weak.  Ronan just can’t keep up like other children can.  

When I was growing up in the 1970s and 80s, I knew only of a few children who had as severe issues as Ronan does.  Poor neurological developmental cases were not among them.  One boy in my K-8th grade elementary school was physically disabled and used a wheelchair.  A friend’s younger brother had gross motor delays and needed physical therapy.  Out of everyone I knew or knew of, only one child’s issues demanded intensive, long-term medical care.  Don’t get me wrong.  Other kids that I knew needed care or equipment and were in and out of the doctor’s office.  But more times than not, the equipment were crutches, and the doctor visits were to treat broken bones or get stitches after a hard day of play.  Their pain and medical management was temporary.  Children’s health forty years ago wasn’t fragile like that of today’s generation.  And unless they were being hidden, cases of severely affected children were drastically fewer than what exist today. 



As I stepped into adulthood in the early 90s, I prepared for my career in the education field.  Only then was I introduced to children like Ronan.  While real, these children were unknown to me personally.  They were highlighted in case studies that I was assigned to read in journals found on the shelves of my college library.  These children and their diagnoses were quite rare.  So was the number of cases of them.  Fascinated by how out-of-character their significant struggles and troubles were compared to children I encountered in my childhood, I felt sympathy for their parents.  It wouldn’t hit me until after Ronan’s diagnosis in the mid 2000s what those parents went through.

Lady of the House

By Cathy Jameson

“Wrong number,” I replied. 

Every few weeks someone calls the house looking for a woman named Rosa.  I can tell right away that it’s either a telemarketer or a collection agency.  Sometimes it’s a recording for Rosa to please call the 1-800 number back.  Other times when I’ve pick up the phone I recognize a fuzzy sound in my ear and think uh, oh.  The low sound with a bit of static muffles some of who I know is in the background.  It’s the distant chatter of hundreds of operators sitting in a call center.  That sound is a tell tale sign that comes with a knee-jerk reaction--don’t breathe; they’ll know I’m alive and will think they can start talking to me.  The lone operator assigned to track Rosa with my phone number is relentless despite the “wrong number” responses I’ve given in the past.  I’ve adopted a new strategy when I hear that muffled noise as I pick up the phone:  hang up quickly.  It saves me more time.

The last call I got caught me off guard though.  I answered the phone thinking it was a friend.  I waited a few seconds after I’d said hello and realized the call wasn’t for me.  It was for Rosa.  I decided not to hang up right away and answered again with a long, drawn out, “H-e-l-l-o???”  The collection agency was once more trying to get a hold of Rosa.  Using one of their underpaid, irritated automatons pretending to sound chipper I heard, “Good morning!  May I please speak to Rosa?”  I replied, “You have the wrong number,” and politely tried to hang up.  Cutting me off the operator said, “Ma’am, are you the lady of the house?”

I had to laugh.  Lady of the House.  What a catchy title!  It reeks of regality and privilege.  I pictured myself lounging, completely lazy and fully catered to by wait staff on a lovely afternoon.  I saw myself sitting poolside with a tasty adult beverage in hand.  What fun!  Too bad for me though.  It’s so not how I really am or really see myself, my situation or my home.  Frumpy, exhausting and a tad on the disorganized side describes me and what’s going on around me.  This was especially so on the morning of that call. 

If I were the Lady of the House I surely wouldn’t be answering my own phone.  I’d have someone else do that.  I certainly wouldn’t still be in my pajamas at 10am eating cereal with a plastic kid’s spoon.   I definitely wouldn’t have driven my children to school in those pajamas either.  But I did.
“Ma’am?” 

Back to the phone call.  “Are you the lady of the house?”  I paused long enough to envision myself this time being pampered in a mansion sitting atop an impeccably landscaped lawn at the edge of the ocean.  Stammering I said, “Lady of the house?!  Nope, but thanks for that thought.  You have the wrong number.” 

This call was turning out to be entertaining.  I didn’t want to hang up as quickly as I usually do, so I added, “Rosa doesn’t live here.”

I stayed on the line wondering what would come next.  Clearly tired of making calls for someone else, the operator sighed and asked again, “So, you’re not Rosa?  We need her to contact us about her account.  Do you know where she is? ”

“Nope,” I sputtered as I crunched through my gluten-free Koala Krisps hoping to at least finish breakfast before it was lunchtime.

The disgruntled debt collector pressed, “Do you have the authority to make decisions for the household?”

I almost choked on the next spoonful. Obviously the operator clearly hadn’t heard that Rosa isn’t here, nor was she ever, and I don’t give a lick about her debt since I have enough of my own to worry about.  “Okay, I’m going to hang up now.  You have the wrong number….”

“But, do you have authority to make decisions…”

Click.

IACC: Wendy Fournier of National Autism Association on Wandering

By Cathy Jameson

The most terrifying night of my life was the night my son Ronan wandered from our home.  Knowing that he has a “taste” for the great outdoors now, I’m more hyper-vigilant than ever to keep Ronan safe.  To do that, I check every lock, window and door of our home multiple times a day.  I check, recheck and check them over and over again.  Ronan does this, too but for a different reason.  Just as many times as I glance up to make sure that the alarm units are activated and that the out-of-reach swing locks are locked, Ronan also looks up.  But he’s not looking to see if the locks are locked; he’s looking to see if they are unlocked.  Despite his delays and limitations, Ronan is incredibly smart.  Nothing gets past the kid.  Nothing.

I try to stay educated on wandering initiatives and what other families are doing about it.  I do this because we face a potentially grave situation should Ronan leave the house again.  So, when I heard that Wendy Fournier would be speaking as part of the Interagency Autism Coordinating Committee (IACC) panel on the subject of wandering at the July 9^th meeting, I made sure to tune in. 

Wandering, also known as elopement, fleeing, bolting or running, is a common behavior or response for some people on the autism spectrum.  The IACC has discussed it for some years now.  Not surprisingly, the more they sit and talk about autism and wandering, the higher the fatal incidents seem to be.  I believe that it’s time to end discussions about wandering and really act on it. 

With another panel on the committee’s agenda, I’d hoped the presentation and commentary on this increasingly fatal issue would be powerful.  Wendy Fournier stepped up and provided just that.  Wendy, President and founding member of the National Autism Association (NAA), and the entire NAA group has done a great deal of work to bring wandering awareness to the public’s attention.  They have worked tirelessly to also do something else:  to prevent wandering. 

While listening to Wendy speak about this very important topic, I went from cheering her on to breaking down in tears.  Each night this week, I’ve been trying to re-watch the archived video as well as read through the slides Wendy used because I wanted to highlight her presentation.  I can’t get through it though.  Sitting alone in my office as I slowly click from one slide to the next and see the images of those we’ve lost too soon was too much.   I’ve sat frozen at the computer night after night unable to see, think or write.  Each child, each story and each unfortunate death was emotionally overwhelming and brought me back to that dark, winter night when I temporarily lost Ronan.  Tying to take notes through the tears wasn’t working.  I just couldn’t finish it.

Not Much Happened on the Way to The (IACC) Forum

By Cathy Jameson

Last week, after listening to the Interagency Autism Coordinating Committee’s (IACC) meeting—but minus those in attendance who tirelessly offered their insight and efforts to treat and prevent the ever-growing autism epidemic, I walked away quite upset.  I shouldn’t have expected much, I know.  But, if you’ll remember I’m a dreamer.  I’m a hoper.  Most importantly, I’m a Mom who wants the help others avoid the negative side of autism—the kind that severely affects my son. 

So, against my better judgment, I gave the IACC another chance.  And why shouldn’t I; they claim they exist to help.  The IACC is “…a Federal advisory committee that coordinates all efforts within the Department of Health and Human Services (HHS) concerning autism spectrum disorder (ASD). Through its inclusion of both Federal and public members, the IACC helps to ensure that a wide range of ideas and perspectives are represented and discussed in a public forum.” 

The IACC was established in 2006 when the autism rate was 1 in 110.  It came about with the enactment of the Combating Autism Act.  The key word in that sentence: combat.  Unless they’re using a different dictionary, combat means to fight against or to do away with.  With that in mind, you’d expect the agency, would actually work toward not just addressing but doing something about autism and its rising rate. 

Instead, meeting after meeting, and for far too long now, it feels like the IACC is still merely just talking about autism.  Anyone can have a conversation about autism.  I do on a daily basis.  But when I talk about it, I’m giving tips to parents on how to prevent it.  I’m sharing ideas with a therapist on how to treat it.  I’m also participating in action alerts on how to support practical changes to make affected children’s lives better.  I’m sharing real experiences peppered with practical solutions.

When I talk about autism I’m not tiptoeing around hoping no one will notice how much it’s been ignored.  I’m not suggesting wasting valuable dollars on more uninformative research.  I’m not citing inaccurate statistics, skewed by fraudulent individuals who are doing their damndest to cover up an epidemic that didn’t have to be.  I’m not dismissing the pleas being voiced by thousands of frustrated parents.  I’m not writing off the useful answers, advice and professional opinions of those in the trenches who truly know autism.  And I’m not creating more committees and subcommittees to talk about unnecessary data about autism.  I, unlike the IACC, am making an effort to combat autism.  They, for reasons that I am unsure, are not.  

You’d expect the experts who sit around the IACC table to do more than just consider what their invited guests and speakers have offered.  You’d hope the people who sit on such a committee could be the ones who’d crack the whip.  You’d even expect them to get something done.  In searching for why they haven’t, I gave a hard look at the IACC’s mission and at who they’ve chosen to sit around the table.  In doing this, I discovered I have less respect, expectations and hope for the committee.  Why?  After Wednesday’s deplorable meeting, I realized that the IACC doesn’t exist to prevent autism like I’d initially thought. 

Dependence Day

By Cathy Jameson

The Fourth, which is usually a celebratory day for me, wasn’t a happily, hopefully ever after kind of day this year.  I had to forgo several of the day’s festivities because my youngest wasn’t feeling good and because of Ronan.  I’d been looking forward to the holiday and spending time with my family just like scores of other families would be doing.  Not wanting to point a finger at the kid, but Ronan, and how he simply cannot handle events such as the ones I wanted to attend, kept us stuck at home. 

I scowled.  I did.  I did more than scowl too.  I got really upset.  Resentment fell over me as I recalled how, many years ago, we were able to go out as a family.  Ronan was able to, and actually enjoyed those outings.  We did it all:  lunches, dinners, park dates, church as a family and even road trips!  We did all that once before.  Now?  Unless it’s an appointment or therapy, we’re parked at home more often than not.

I don’t like it when we have to separate our family.  Some of my kids get to do a __(super fun activity)__ with one parent while the other parent stays home with Ronan.  Making the decision to separate has become more common as of late.  Of course, whenever there is something to do out in town with Ronan, we assess the situation in the hopes that we can all do something together.  Sometimes we can.  Other times, it’s just not possible. 

Balancing my wants and Ronan’s needs has become greater this summer, and I’m finding myself struggling more and more with it.  On Thursday, knowing I’d be home with Ronan, I thought to myself, does taking a chance on bringing Ronan out into the crowds on a hot day with thousands of potential triggers worth the few minutes I might enjoy (while trying not to worry about Ronan’s dietary restrictions, wandering potential and the other what ifs that come with going out)?  Does it matter if I get to watch the fireworks light up the sky with red, white and blue?  Is it worth it to be upset if I miss this or if he misses it? 

I could feel my resentment grow.  The answer to those thoughts could all be yes.  But the longer I thought about them, the answer to all of them was a big fat no. 

As quickly as I allowed myself to be upset, I had to let it go.  I needed to because being disappointed about missing an afternoon get together leading up to a 15-minute fireworks display is just a blip on the radar of my life.  And it pales in comparison of what Ronan and I could do with our day instead. 

Breaking Point

By Cathy Jameson

About two weeks ago I decided I needed to take a break from my online activity.  While it’s “my link to the outside world”, being online is also a major distraction and excuse for much of my procrastination.  I allow other’s stories, concerns, and posts invade my private time.  Worse, I let it creep into some of my mothering time. 

My kids, who are home all day now on summer vacation, know I get easily sucked into message boards.  They’ve started to take advantage of how quickly I get distracted as I click, click, click half a morning or afternoon away.  When I noticed they were beginning to slip into their own avoidance habits, like playing Minecraft instead of keep up with summer reading, or turning on the TV to catch up on 1 or 2 (or 4!) cartoons, I knew I had to not just curb my distractions; I needed to make them go away completely.  I was going to test myself for a spell and say no more.  Internet, be gone! 
The day I decided to take a break from the World Wide Web wasn’t the day I temporarily shut it down though.  I needed to get one last fix.  I surfed and surfed until I felt like I’d clicked through enough articles.  Then it was time to walk away.  It’s funny that I felt like I had to gear up to go dark and that I gave myself permission to give up something no one is requiring of me.  That shows you how addicted to social media I have become. 

The first day of avoiding Facebook, some Yahoo boards and my daily go-to autism news sites was a challenge.  What a terrible habit I have created to want to constantly check in somewhere!  But, after a day or two of going internet-free, and after I’d used my normal computer time to clean out a desk that had become a neglected storage unit, I felt like I could push through this fast I was attempting. 
I got lots of stuff done.  The kids started to be creative instead of sedentary.  We scheduled play dates.  We ventured out into the real world.  As the week progressed, Ronan got to practice going out into our local community—a community I prefer to avoid, avoiding it because Ronan doesn’t always do well when we try to run errands.  Plus, people in the real world and I don’t usually have too much in common, which is the biggest reasons I gravitate toward being on the internet—so I can connect with other like-minded moms and dads.  But, out into town we went to see what the world had to offer. 

As each day went by, I had a better chance to make a new routine for myself and my family.  And why not?  The kids were happier and our house was cleaner.  We made time to have friends over for a long-overdue play date.  We enjoyed time spent together.  I found success in areas that I had made an effort to previously ignore.  I was happy, and we were creating better order in a short amount of time. 
With my new-found desire to try to find other activities to keep us busy, we ventured into town one more time.  After a trip to the library one afternoon, I had a handful of items I needed to get at the grocery store.  Ronan has been resisting going into any store causing quite a scene well before the entrance.  We’d oftentimes had to turn around and get back in the car with the promise to try again another day.  I wondered if Ronan could make it through one more thing that afternoon before we headed home.  I wouldn’t know unless he tried, so we pulled into a parking lot, piled out of the car and walked into the store.  Ronan made it through the thirty-minute shopping trip!  At Super Wal-Mart no less! 

Stepping back into the real world was turning out to be a breeze.  I had seriously curbed my computer time and even the desire to turn it on.  But then, I meet some people who forced me back on the web.  Three people I happened to run into while we were taking a break from my old habits.  Three people who I’d probably never strike up a conversation with or be vocal about before Ronan’s vaccine injury.  Three people who were looking to me for advice and asking for it before it got too late for their child.
Those people and I had nothing in common and then, with our chance encounter, everything in common.  Could I help them?  What should I tell them?  The panic in their requests and the instant anxiety that came over me while listening to their stories ended my internet fast.  They needed direction.  I could help.  And quickly.  I promised I would the minute I got back home.  But only after I tended to my kids and their needs. 

Look at Me

By Cathy Jameson

“Look at me!
Look at me!
Look at me NOW!
It is fun to have fun
But you have to know how.” –Cat in the Hat by Dr. Seuss

Ronan has loved his Dr. Seuss books for several years now.  He really enjoys ‘The Cat in the Hat’ and ‘Green Eggs and Ham’.  Flipping back and forth to his favorite pages, he hands us his books so we can read aloud to him.  Since he loves the books so much, I’ve memorized several of the pages.  To Ronan’s delight, I offer these silly sentences to him at random times of the day.  Ronan’s siblings do a really good job at keeping Ronan engaged too.  Big Sis adds silly sounds and acts out certain scenes.  Little Buddy offers goofy expressions at the really funny pages while pointing to the words he’s reading.  Ronan’s little sisters wait patiently to see the pictures while Ronan eagerly looks for his next favorite part of the story.

Ronan’s been thumbing through, scanning and reading books for several years now.  We have multiple copies and other Dr. Seuss media—board books, apps for the iPad, DVDs, flip books and have bookmarked favorite youtube videos.   I love that while I read aloud, Ronan is able to fill in many of the words.  It’s not verbal language yet, so he signs everything to me. 

I turn into a teacher again asking Ronan to fill in the words, “But our fish said, ___, ___!  Make that ___ ___ away.  Tell that ____ in the ___ you do NOT _____ to ____.  He should not be here.  He should not be about.  He should not be here when your ______ is out!” 
 



Happily, Ronan knows the words and quickly adds the signs.  I don’t have too much time to pause between pages, so I catch my breath and continue the delightful tongue twisters that bring Ronan and me closer. 

An Autism Mom Shows How Easy It Is to be a Congressional Armchair Advocate

By Cathy Jameson

We have questions.  Our Congressman should be able to us get answers.  In a perfect world, all of our question asking will have paid off and the truth revealed.  The truth, especially as how it relates to vaccines and autism, has been hard to get.  Many of us have gone round and round locally with our doctors, special education departments and state government agencies while working tirelessly to heal our children.  Yes, it’s been tiring; but, it’s time to think bigger.  It’s time to get the attention of our nation’s leaders—those people who have promised to work for us. 

With a few politicians at our disposal, especially those who attended the 2013 AutismOne Congressional Panel last weekend, keeping their attention is important now more than ever.  Before you shy away in a corner thinking you have no experience dabbling in politics, getting the attention of our government leaders isn’t as hard as it sounds.  It, just like so many things you’ve already done, is just a quick Google search away.  I’ll prove it. 

I am as shy as shy can be when it comes to meeting new people.  New people who run for office make me even more nervous.  Until last week.  After listening to Rep. Posey’s (R-FL) speech in Chicago, I ditched my nerves and got straight to work as soon as I was home.  Posey, who had given us in the audience a grand pep talk, also gave us three challenges--tasks I thought would be somewhat manageable even for how incredibly busy I am.

After unpacking my suitcase and catching up with my family, I began the search for my Congressman.  Some might think I should already know who this person is, but taking care of my vaccine-injured son has been a full-time endeavor.  Knowing who my representative is hasn’t been on my radar.  But, with the renewed energy AutismOne gave, and the fact that I had accepted Rep. Posey’s challenges, I jumped on the computer and began my search.

After Googling my guy, I located my Congressman’s local office and rearranged an afternoon of errands and appointments.  I made plans to drop in, introduce myself and to begin a relationship that for years before would make me shudder. 

My agenda was short:  meet the staffers (and the Congressman if he happened to be in this particular office), ask for their help and share my adventure in today’s post.  Most of these simple steps, dictated by Rep. Bill Posey during his motivating speech at AO, were quite easy. 

Cat Jameson, Rep. Bill Posey (R-FL), Thalia Seggelink, also known as Tex on TMR’s Thinking Out Loud show

Rep. Posey had asked all of us to do a few things after the conference.  

-First, find out who our own Representatives were. 

-Second, ask him/her to co-sponsor HR1757, The Vaccine Safety Study Act. 

-And third, come back to him in one year’s time having already started at least one case file or inquiry with our own Congressman. 

With All Due Respect, Mr. Congressman.

By Cathy Jameson

The 2013 AutismOne conference is now but a memory.  For those in attendance, it was no doubt a moving experience.  Several people have already blogged about what they saw, who they spoke to and how it relates to their child’s journey.  Being able to catch up on the AO comings and goings is much appreciated.  Since I remain in constant motion the minute I step foot in the hotel to the moment I get on a plane heading home, I tend to miss some of the lectures and events. 

Despite how my own schedule filled up while in Chicago, the event I made sure to attend—and what I think was the most important that occurred last weekend—was the Congressional panel.  I got to the room early to make sure I could get a seat in the audience.

Scheduled to sit on the panel were four U. S. Congressmen.  Rep. Dan Burton (R-IN), past Chairman of the Oversight Government Reform Committee, introduced hearings on Childhood Vaccines and Autism in 2000.  His efforts to get specific questions on vaccines answered date back to before 2000 after his grandson became ill from his childhood vaccines.  Rep. Dave Weldon (R-FL), now retired from politics, was also on the original committee with Rep. Burton. Rep. Bill Posey (R-FL) and Darrell Issa (R-CA),both  new to the autism scene, were part of the November 29, 2012 Autism Hearing. 

At that hearing, Rep. Issa promised that the committee will stay involved, and if there was further need, have more hearings about autism.  Also vocal about his commitment to help us was Rep. Posey.  Keeping true to his word, and along with Rep. Carolyn Maloney (D-NY), who was also present at the 2012 hearing, Rep. Posey has a bill before the House called H.R. 1757, The Vaccine Safety Study Act.  It is a monumental bill that asks the government finally to conduct an unbiased vaccinated vs. unvaccinated study, a request that has been ignored for far too long.  I was anxious to hear more.

Back Track

I hoped one of the Representatives on the panel would give us a follow up of the hearing.  To my knowledge, we haven’t heard much of anything from the committee.  I don’t believe I’ve seen any updates about the reports that Drs. Boyle and Guttmacher were asked to supply after being grilled throughout their testimonies.  Did they answer the questions they were asked about autism, vaccines and vaccine safety?  It was comical yet terribly absurd that during the hearing, both doctors hemmed and hawed about statistics and studies on autism and vaccines—information that many an autism parent can cite from memory! 

I Have Come To Realize

By Cathy Jameson

A few years ago, a friend tagged me in a note on Facebook called “I Have Come to Realize”.  Every sentence began “I have come to realize that...” and included about thirty random ideas.  My friend had filled in her realizations and asked that I copy/paste the note and offer my own.  It was a neat activity that had nothing to do with autism, so I quickly followed the directions.  Copying the outline, I filled in my answers and then shared the note with my friends. 

I’ve since deleted the note off of Facebook, but I saved the answers in my writing file.  I did this to capture my thoughts in that moment of time hoping to learn from them in the future.  I come across that file every now and then and always make time to reread it.  Some of the entries make me laugh while others give me an insight to the fears I had at the time.  Many of those revolved around Ronan.  Some of them are the same fears that I still have today. 

With those worries never too far from my thoughts, I experience mixed emotions when I open the file.  I feel trapped in that some things haven’t yet changed for the better.  I also feel a bit stronger knowing that I have at least admitted that I am afraid. 

From several years ago:

- I HAVE COME TO REALIZE that I have lost...a lot of time by researching instead of doing or just living.

- I HAVE COME TO REALIZE that when I get on Facebook...I escape to my past since I'm afraid of the future.

- I HAVE COME TO REALIZE that my friends...are more of a lifeline that I imagined.

- I HAVE COME TO REALIZE that this year...is one full of questioning but also of accepting.

- I HAVE COME TO REALIZE that I'm totally terrified...of many things now that I'm a Mom.

The realizations that I have now aren’t very different especially when I think about the ones specific to Ronan and his vaccine injury.  After reflecting on that list while preparing to go to the Autism One conference I decided to rewrite it.  Thinking about who I’d get to see, what I’d get to hear and why I feel like I have to be at  Autism One and away from my family for four days, I made new entries:

I have come to realize that what happened to my child broke me into a million pieces. 

I have come to realize that I am stronger because of what happened.

I have come to realize that it takes more than just keeping one foot in front of the other.

I have come to realize that bad days can be really, really bad and full of a pain that I never thought I’d ever experience. 

I have come to realize that as much as I despise those people who knew about the damaging effects of vaccine injury, I would never wish this journey on anyone, including on those who caused it.

I have come to realize that as a mother of a special needs child, my faith is challenged more than I ever expected.

I have come to realize that no matter what has (and could) happen to Ronan I will never waiver in my faith.

Chicago Bound For Autism One

Mark, Cat and Dan smile for a photo op.

(Note: we''ll be live blogging from Autism One on Friday and Saturday to bring the conference to our readers.)

By Cathy Jameson

I wait all year for this week to arrive.  This is the week I get to take a much-needed break and head to the Windy City.  Surrounding myself with friends who are like family, I get to see people I've known online for years.  I get to hang out with a group of believers who prove time and time again that nothing will stop them from helping their children.  Besides the Christmas holidays, going to the Autism One conference is my favorite week of the year.

This year, the conference sounds bigger than ever.  Congressional representatives will be in attendance.  Several authors of newly release books will be presenting and offering book signings.  Talks on biomedical, therapeutic, traditional and think-outside-of-the box approaches will be available.  Favorite old timers and some fresh, new faces in the field will share their knowledge and experience.  Many of us from the AofA team will also be at the conference.  We’d love to meet you and hear your story. 

The Autism One website lists the scheduled presentations and speakers.  This year’s schedule is

Cat and long-time AofA reader and supporter Lin Wessels meet for the first time. Wade Rankin proudly wears his Canary Party t-shirt in the background.

packed from Wednesday through Sunday and looks like it has something for everyone.  The keynote and Congressional panel will no doubt be a must-see for many conference goers.  Trying to find time to do everything and see everyone may be tricky, but as usual, special events will round out the conference.  These events help balance the intense learning and listening that goes on during the day.  It’s a great way to meet new friends while enjoying a fun night out.  

Hope remains the theme as we all create stronger unity within the community.  With only a few days left before the Autism One annual conference begins, I better start packing my bags.  AO, here I come!  Hope to see you there!

Cathy Jameson is a Contributing Editor for Age of Autism.
For more information and how to register, call 1.800.908.5803 or email info@autismone.org. 
 



 

 

Ten Little Fingers

By Cathy Jameson

While anticipating the birth of my first child, someone told me that new moms shouldn't worry while pregnant.  It isn’t healthy for the pregnancy or for the baby.  As long as the baby has ten little fingers and ten little toes, that's all a new Mom should worry about. 

…ten little fingers

ten little toes

a new one to love

with a small button nose

skin that’s soft, pink and new

love so strong

from me to you…

Ten little fingers, ten little toes.  It sounds so simple, so pure an so peaceful.  As a first-time mother, that’s all I thought to hope for. 

I don't think anyone can fully prepare themselves for where motherhood will take them.  Not until they are fully immersed in that role will they understand it or appreciate it.  My journey as a mother has morphed greatly and goes far beyond what my imagination could ever reveal.  From expecting them to being able to hold each my children in my arms after their births, I never knew how having children would change me.  All of my children, especially Ronan with all of his severe needs, helped me mature and evolve into the mom I am today.  Worries have come and gone, but the love I have for my children has only grown stronger.

The thoughts and hopes that I had as a new mother are quite different than the ones I cling to now.  They have nothing to do with having ten fingers and toes and certainly don’t compare to complicated issues that cross my mind now.  Before Ronan got sick, I had limited knowledge of chronic diseases and how childhood ailments can take a turn for the worse.  I never knew about life-altering reactions from medicine or the complexities of an autism diagnosis.  Now, though, when those subjects bombard my thoughts, I can’t help but be reminded of every concern I have for Ronan and for his future.  I question things that I may never find the answer to.  I wonder if Ronan will ever speak again.  I worry about his safety and his health.  I contemplate how I managed his needs.  I examine my strengths and weaknesses and how they will affect Ronan and his future.  I face my fears in my thoughts.  I pray for strength to handle it all.  I do as much as I can always hoping it’s enough. 

Autism - Picture This

By Cathy Jameson

I was listening to a radio news station a few weeks ago when a story about pedestrian safety was being discussed.  Citing an increase in outdoor activity, longer days and potential bicycle, pedestrian and traffic accidents, the Street Smart project kicked off in early April.  Images on the posters that would adorn bus stops, the sides of city busses and kiosks in the metro Washington, D.C. area is part of the in-your-face advertising.  Literally.


 

Traffic safety with a hint of reality.   It’s pretty clever.

What if we had our own autism-vaccine-injury smart campaign?  Not that we have to ask permission to post the thoughts, images and documented proof of what our severely affected children deal with.  But can the general public stomach the “smart” side of autism that the mainstream news doesn’t show?  Could they tolerate looking at the poop smears?   Would they be able to watch the seizures parents videotape to prove that their child seizes?  Can the unaffected handle what affected parents work through, manage and battle day in and day out? 

We‘re already outspoken.  We’ve revealed the truth forthrightly.  But our speaking truth to the public has not gotten us results we want.

Maybe ‘shock and awe’ would be more useful.   The Street Smart campaign has taken common sense, added a side of powerful imagery and voila!  Responsibility, accountability and compassion are evoked.  Human lives are at stake with autism also; arousing images can put a human face on autism, the difficult, too often hidden devastation that strikes our kids.

Are We Done Yet?

By Cathy Jameson

As we draw a close to another autism awareness month, I’ll admit I am not sad that this month is over.  Why?  While looking up the history of the autism awareness campaign and when it started, I discovered that the campaign began in the 1970s.  When I did my first search, I thought I had discovered a typo.  Surely they meant the 90s.  Nope.  Not a typo.  Someone was trying to get people to notice autism two decades earlier.

Lots of us are doing a lot more than notice autism now.  We’ve been sounding alarms about the autism rates and what the disorder has done to our children for what we feel is an eternity.  Obviously awareness hasn’t been enough.  Look at that old rate again.  The rate from 40 years ago.  When it was 1 in 25,000.  Look at all those zeros in that number! Twenty five THOUSAND.  That’s the population of a small town.  It was likely that one person out of an entire community was diagnosed with autism 40 years ago.   That’s not so today; we’re able to pick out a handful of affected kids on one play ground!  

Since the earlier campaigns, I think it’s safe to point out that having awareness didn’t slow, curb or end the autism epidemic.  Proof is in the new numbers.  The autism rates skyrocket as this month’s awareness campaign kicked off.  Just days before April began, the CDC revealed a new rate.  An even higher rate.  Another jaw-dropping-rate-but-let’s-do-nothing-about-it rate.  Granted, we’re being told a different formula and strategy were used to calculate this current number, but the number still screams, “THE AUTISM EPIDEMIC IS GROWING, AND IT’S GROWING AT AN ALARMING RATE.”  What response did we get in reply? 

Ho hum, it’s just autism.

This autism awareness month, which other groups chose to celebrate and embrace, saw an announcement that autism is affecting 1 in 50 school-age children.  1 out of 50.  1 out of 50 who struggle with speech, social skills or personal care.  1 out of 50 who are dependent on another human to be fed, clothed and bathed.  1 out of 50 who require intense intervention and therapy that insurance companies refuse to cover.  1 out of 50 who may never live on their own or feel independence as previous generations have.   I find nothing to celebrate, nor embrace in these numbers and what it means for so many children’s futures.

Autism and Vaccine Injury: It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad Lib World

This week Cathy Jameson shared her post as "Mamacita" from the Thinking Moms' Revolution.  It's a "Mad Libs" take on well visits.  Remember Mad Libs? The small flip over story books where one person asked another for a verb, noun, adjective - and inserted them into a story. The results were always funny, sometimes even naughty.  But never so ________ (adjective) as this post from Cathy.

Everywhere. Every state. Every race. Across many ethnicities, neighborhoods and communities. We Thinkers hear it: All. The. Time. It’s the same story. Different kid. Different doctor’s office. Same regressions and unexpected journey. Surely you, too, have heard it before. It goes something like this:

I took my brand new baby to the ___________ (adjective) pediatrician’s office for the second time. The first “well-baby” visit didn’t go very well at all. The __________ (adjective) nurse told me quite ___________ (adverb ending in -ly) that she wanted to stick __________ (#between 1-15) vaccines into my child. “_____(same #)! __________(exclamation)”, I balked. I looked around the exam room and wondered what my Thinking Moms friends would say about this ___________ (adjective) plan.

**Here’s where things can change for the better. What if more parents realized they had more of a say in their child’s health care? Back in the exam room: I looked around the exam room and wondered what my Thinking Mom friends would say about this ____________ (adjective) plan.

Read the full post at Thinking Moms' Revolution.