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Flu Shots During Pregnancy: Insufficient Data to Inform Vaccine-Associated Risk

Vax PregnantBy Cathy Jameson

Back when I was pregnant with my younger son, I asked for a flu shot.  I’ll never forget that day.  I was about four months pregnant and going in for a check-up with my OB.  Looking haggard and desperate, I had just left the hospital where Ronan had recently been admitted.  Once in the exam room, I told the nurse that I only had a few minutes for the appointment because I needed to get back to the hospital. 

I don’t remember the entire conversations, but I do know that I shared that, “Ronan’s sick…the croup…terrible cough…several breathing treatments…also has the flu…yes, had the flu shot, too…so strange!  I don’t want to get sick or jeopardize my baby (in utero)…do you have flu shots here for me?”  Sympathizing with me, she said she was sorry but that I was out of luck.  They didn’t have any.  Citing a state-wide shortage, they’d run out only days before.  The nurse suggested I call my primary physician but warned me that local doctors had exhausted their supplies also.  Those who had any left were offering the shot only to children or the elderly.  They were top priority.  I was flabbergasted. 

What about me?!

I walked out of that office so worried.  The flu!  It’s awful!  It’s only going to get worse!  Get the shot – it’s the only thing that’ll save you!  The news was selling more fear than facts that year and would continue to do so until the end of the annual flu shot season.  Tired, pregnant, and feeling lost, those next few weeks were not an easy time for me.  But knowing our family’s medical history now, I can only imagine how damaging that flu shot could’ve been for Ronan’s younger brother. 

Back then while pregnant with my second son, I thought I was doing me and my baby a favor by confidently asked for flu shot.  Since I couldn’t and didn’t ever get one, I know that I escaped the risk that comes with it.  Some women today don’t escape that.  These days, they don’t have to ask for a shot like I thought to.  They’re being told to get it.  Some do and possibly without realizing that what they’re being told doesn’t match up with what’s in the vaccine inserts: 

Safety and effectiveness of FLUARIX have not been established in pregnant women or nursing mothers. Belly cj

There are insufficient data  on FLUARIX QUADRIVALENT in pregnant women to inform vaccine associated risks.

There are 0   for AFLURIA in pregnant women to inform vaccine-associated risks in pregnancy. 

It is not known whether AFLURIA is excreted in human milk. Data are not available to assess the effects of AFLURIA on the breastfed infant or on milk production/excretion.

Safety and effectiveness of Fluzone Quadrivalent Southern Hemisphere have not been established  in pregnant women or children less than 6 months of age.

Safety and effectiveness of FluMist Quadrivalent have not been established in pregnant women, nursing mothers, geriatric adults, or children less than 2 years of age.

If that’s all true, how’d this story make the rounds last week?    It’s saying something different – that the flu shot protects women and their babies.  It doesn’t do that just during the pregnancy but after pregnancy, too. 

After reading that news story that sounded more like a vaccine advertisement this week, I just sat and shook my head.  How can they say that the flu shot is safe and effective for pregnant (and nursing mothers) when the literature from the government agency that approves vaccines says otherwise?  How confusing!  More confusing is that other vaccine package inserts, like the Tdap, also include that recurring insufficient data statement.  Pushed heavily on pregnant women – and on family members wishing to hold the baby, the data about pregnancy and vaccines doesn’t seem to add up.  So, just like last week when the flu stats didn’t add up,  I had to keep reading. 

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Flu Stats: When the Numbers Don’t Add Up

Flu deathsBy Cathy Jameson

I read that more than 80,000 Americans died from the flu last year.  For years, a much lower figure of 36,000 deaths usually circulated in the news.   At one point, the CDC gave a different estimate of 3,900 to 49,000. I couldn’t recall seeing numbers as high as 80,000 before, so I did a little bit of reading about the flu and how it’s tracked.  With how many national, state, and local webpages there are devoted to flu statistics, I learned a lot!  I haven’t had time to go through everything there is out there, but with that glaring headline that’s making the rounds I’ll be sure to keep reading. 

The very first tidbit that caught my eye was the CDC’s yearly statement about flu deaths on their own website.  After reading it on several flu summary pages, that 80,000 stat seems to negate what the NYT and other media sources are repeating:

How many people died from flu during the 2017-2018 season?

While flu deaths in children are reported to CDC, flu deaths in adults are not nationally notifiable.

How many people die from flu each year? (2016 – 2017)

CDC does not count how many people die from flu each year. Unlike flu deaths in children, flu deaths in adults are not nationally reportable.

How many people died from flu during the 2015-2016 season?

CDC does not count how many people die from flu each year. 

How many people died from flu during the 2014-2015 season?

CDC does not count how many people die from flu each year. Unlike flu deaths in children, flu deaths in adults are not nationally reportable.

Ad nauseum to the 2006-2007 yearly flu summary page:

How many people died from flu during the 2006-07 season?

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Ma: One Syllable, Two Letters, A Thousand Grateful Tears

Mother-beautiful-word-lips-mankind-quote-on-storemypic-993dbBy Cathy Jameson

Ronan said my name the other day.  He was trying to get my attention, and boy, did he ever!  He wanted his iPad while we were in the car, but it needed to be charged.  As I sat at a red light, I saw Ronan in the rearview mirror signing for his iPad.  “iPad, iPad, IPAD!”  He really wanted it.  His facial expression and rapid signing let me know that.  Even though he was communicating his request well, I told him he couldn’t have it yet.  I reminded him that the iPad was charging and that he’d get it soon.  Further down the road when we stopped again, he took his attempt to the next level.  That’s when I heard Ronan.  Then I heard him again as he said, “Ma…”  I whipped my head around so fast and stared at my non-verbal 15-year old in the backseat. 

“Ronan!  Did you just say….mom?!” 

Looking me straight in the eye, Ronan stared at me and then muttered loudly, “Ma…,” and smiled back at me.  I never knew how beautiful a two-letter word could sound.   

Ronan doesn’t talk.  He lost his speech post-vaccination over a decade ago.  We get many vocalizations, but clear words are few and far between.  But one day last week, he spoke with purpose, with inflection, and with a smile.  He’s said ma (and mum-mum) before, but it’s been a very long time since I heard his sweet, and now deeper, voice asking specifically for me. 

When he does attempt to speak, we can hear vowels.  We can hear consonants.  We can hear inflection and emotions.  He’s in there.  We believe his voice is somewhere in there, too.  In all honesty though, whatever does come out of his mouth usually sounds like muttered jibberish.  That’s frustrating for us and very frustrating for him as well. 

Ronan never stops trying though.  Either with sign language or by typing his requests, Ronan tells us exactly what he wants.  Every now and then, like last week, we’ve been blessed to hear his voice.  Only one or two words at a time, we love to hear him speak. 

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Autism’s Emotions

Theatre_masks_mattlxBy Cathy Jameson

Fall down seven…get up eight…

Late Thursday evening, I took a few minutes to catch up on some autism and vaccine news I’d seen earlier in the week.  FYI:  A lot has happened over the last few days!  Two groundbreaking books debuted, one on the autism epidemic and the other about the HPV vaccine. Live interviews with several prominent advocates in the autism/vaccine community took to the airwaves, and jaw-dropping discoveries and demands were made by Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. and the Children’s Health Defense.  While I’m elated that more information is being shared worldwide about vaccines and autism, reading through last week’s news crushed me. 

Recently discovered evidence provided by Kennedy and Hazlehurst details obstruction of justice and appallingly consequential fraud by two DOJ lawyers who represented the Department of Health and Human Services (HHS) in 2007.  These actions led to a denial of justice and compensation for over 5,000 families who filed claims of vaccine injury leading to autism in their children.

It’s not the first time that that sort of news has left me reeling.  Our community’s learned other things too late before.  That happens when we find out that someone didn’t do their job or that something that was done years ago didn’t have to happen.  I’d love to hear that we’re only making progress but have sometimes been left feeling defeated instead... 

Like when an article published in the Pace Environmental Law Review revealed that the VICP has compensated “83 cases of acknowledged vaccine-induced brain damage that include autism”.   That’s only documented cases that made it through the system.  How many more are out there??

Like when Nancy Grace, a well-known lawyer, learned on air from Becky Estepp that families cannot sue vaccine manufacturers for vaccine injury or death.   How could she not know that??

Like at the end of a fear-mongering vaccine morning news segment when Dr. Nancy Snyderman arrogantly demanded everyone to “get your damn vaccine”.   Um, thanks but no thanks!

Like when one Congressman took the floor and begged his fellow members of Congress to do what they said they were going to do. Please! Listen to the people!!

Like when the Department of Human Health and Services didn’t do their job for the last 30 years. What else have they neglected to do??

Even with all the frustration those sorts of news stories bring, I admit that there is bit of a silver lining.  People are seeing this information go across their newsfeeds, they’re reading it and also talking about it.  That part is thrilling!  But in the same moment, my emotions will sometimes take a hit.  It’s just so heartbreaking to know that we have been let down.  I always hope that these stories won’t consume me, but how could they not?  The autism journey I’ve been on has had countless ups and downs.  I’ve gotten used to that, but I never expected the pitfalls I’ve encountered to have stemmed from organizations Risk Demands Choice Age of Autism Vaccine Mandatesand leaders I was told to trust. 

So many families have been misled by the experts.  Too many still are. 

Call me naïve, but it still hurts to know that people in high places have never, and will never, have my child’s best interest in mind.  It’s a shame that I had to learn that the hard way, but thank goodness I learned it when I did.  From that unfortunate experience, I learned how to be a better advocate not just for my son, who regressed post-vaccination, but for all of my children.  These kids of mine - they are my pride and joy!  God help anyone who tries to get between them and me.

By the weekend, I dug myself out of the doom and gloom that the news had put me in last week.  Brave souls are helping validate what so many of us know, and I want to shout to the rooftops.  How many times have heard or read that vaccines don’t cause autism when we parents know otherwise.  So often.  Too often!  It’s taken awhile, but lies made by our government and their representatives are being revealed.  Data that supports our children’s poor decline post-vaccination is being discovered.  All of that is being shared with the masses.  It may not be on the mainstream news yet, but these latest books, these live interviews, and RFK Jr’s discoveries are good.  The more he and his crew dig, the more we can teach future generations what to avoid.  If families can avoid the atrocities some of us were unable to, imagine the possibilities! 

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What's In Your Flu Shot?

EwBy Cathy Jameson

Years ago, this video made the rounds as the 2006 flu shot season got under way.  As much as I loathe this particular shot and the problems it caused my son post-vaccination, I couldn’t help but laugh. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gWfCnjnShnM

Fast forward to 2018, and that secret serum is changing.  This year, we’re being told that some flu shots are now preservative-free, egg-free, and even antibiotic-free.  FLUAD, and some other quadrivalent vaccines, wouldn’t be a great option for those with egg allergies.  Since the process includes use of embroynated hens’ eggs, it’s probably why I’ve seen more talk of egg-free options this year.  While reading up on that news, I continued down the vaccine rabbit hole to look at other flu vaccine package inserts.  Now, I’ve known that some vaccines contained animal proteins before, but the ick factor went up the more I read about what else is in them. 

I knew that bovine calf serum   has been used in other vaccines, but I did not recognize the MDCK cell protein that was listed in the Flucelvax flu shot.  So I did a quick search.  What I discovered was that it’s a cell protein from canine kidneys.  I had to do another search when I saw that the fall armyworm was listed on the Flublok package insert. An armyworm?  What is that, and what’s it doing in the flu shot?  The armyworm is related to moths, caterpillars and butterflies.  I love butterflies, but I certainly never imagined they or other insect cells would be part of the vaccine process.  One more ingredient made me pause – porcine gelatin.  Where have I heard porcine before?  I then remembered something about the Rotateq vaccine and how it had caused serious injury to pediatric patients a while ago.  That vaccine was contaminated from porcine DNA cirocoviruses, one of which can be lethal to pigs.  I was taken aback when I saw that the recently reinstated nasal flu shot, FluMist listed porcine gelatin.  Porcine circoviruses and porcine gelatin may be two different things, but what a potential gamble the industry is taking by offering this vaccine what that ingredient to the pediatric population again.

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This Year’s Flu Shot: Would I Ever?

Flu poemBy Cathy Jameson

I knew it was coming.  Even my kids knew.  The in-your-face and the can’t-avoid-it flu shot season has once again descended upon us.  Temperatures outside are still scorching, so those who typically associate the flu or the flu shot with the cold, winter months might be somewhat confused.  But not us.  As soon as we flipped to a new calendar page last week, there it all was.  Right in our faces.  The signs.  The advertisements.  The smiling pharmacists pushing their ever-failing wares on us.  It’s all back.  Did I miss it?  Not in the least.  I don’t think my kids did either. 

I thought we’d go another few weeks without talking about it here at home, but one of my children shared that some friends were already talking about flu shots, too. 

“I got mine today.”

“I’m getting mine soon.” 

“I’ll probably get one later.”

Not that they’re promoting getting a vaccine that contributed to their brother’s poor health, but my kids have quietly told me that when hear these sorts of conversations among their peers, they want to say, “You can have mine while you’re at it.  I’m NOT getting one.” 

Ronan’s younger sister has strong feelings about vaccines, especially the flu shot.  “Mom, I wished it had never been made.”  She was born after Ronan fell ill and has grown up watching him fall further and further behind her developmentally.  Post flu shot, and post other vaccinations received, she knows that things changed for him.  And not for the better. 

As frustrated as she and Ronan’s other siblings can get when they hear the ridiculous flu shot advertisements, I’m grateful that my kids are becoming braver in talking about them and about what happened to Ronan.  They’ve witnessed firsthand the long-term negative reactions that vaccines can cause.  They’ll be the first to tell you that they’re no picnic!  My daughter knows that she’s been blessed with better health, but she feels for her brother.  His health was compromised by something that was “going to protect him”.  The shots he received did nothing of the sort.  So it’s no surprise that Ronan’s little sister gets a little sad thinking about what could have been. 

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Best of: Color Blind or Color Conscious

Color_blind_test_wall_clockBest of! We all need a day off (Google it) from time to time!

By Cathy Jameson

While I was taking an introductory college course on the history of education, segregation and discrimination came up.  We spent several classes discussing those topics and what role they played in the school setting.  As the discussions intensified, the phrase “color blind vs. color conscious” entered the conversation.  Color conscious focused on a person’s skin color while color blind did not.  Toward the end of the semester, after many lengthy discussions and debates, including ones about how to treat and teach students in special education programs, one of our assignments was to answer the question, “What type of educator will you be, one who is color blind or color conscious?” 

I took the position that being “color blind” had more benefits than being “color conscious”.  Color blind allowed me to see my students as people first, then see their ability, disability or physical features second.  Being color conscious may be needed in some situations in the classroom, but overall, using that outlook exclusively could draw unnecessary or negative attention to an attribute that has no bearing on a person as a whole. 

I don’t remember what grade I received on that assignment, but for years, I’ve acted as “color blind” as possible.  I see that my children have as well… 

As Ronan’s abilities turned into disabilities, we were drawn to other families in similar situations.  The more time we spent together with these families, we went from seeking their advice to making play dates with them.  We eventually faded out the meet ups we’d been scheduling with typical families as we discovered more common ground with our new friends.  My typical kids never complained about not being able to play with the typical friends we used to see.  They were happy playing with everyone they met.  This included their new friends, many of whom had special needs. 

In the beginning, my kids would tread lightly at an initial get together with other special needs families.  It wasn’t because they were nervous about the child they’d encounter because we never mentioned that they had differences; they were nervous because the setting was unfamiliar.  Once they knew the rules of the house, and were told what they could and could not do, my kids jumped right in and played. 

The host family’s child, who usually had similar issues as Ronan, was invited to join their play.  While it was sometimes quite obvious that child had many delays, my children only saw the child.  On some occasions, my kids were successful in getting everyone to play together.  Other times they were not.  They never let on that they were disappointed when it didn’t work out.  They would try next time for everyone to be included. 

My kids didn’t think to differentiate between who was able and who was not in those attempts to involve everyone.  Many times they never realized that their friend had a diagnosis which could limit their involvement.  Friends were friends no matter their color, ability, disability or level of development.  Over time, my typical children have gained knowledge of why some children do things differently.  With that knowledge they’ve learned a valuable life lesson: to treat people with compassion no matter who they are and no matter what they can and cannot do. 

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Befriending Autism

Friends_0By Cathy Jameson

I’m more excited than my kids are about the start of a brand new school year.  Don’t get me wrong, spending the last few weeks with my children has been good.  Their long summer days, our late morning wake-ups, the outings we’ve gotten to do both in and out of town have kept our spirits high.  But it’s time we get back into a good routine again.  That routine will include school and some extracurricular activities like the kids’ sporting events.  Usually the highlight of my day, I love to go to their games.  Ronan isn’t always a big fan, but I try to get to as many events as he can handle. 

While he and I join the rest of the fans courtside or at the field, we’re usually approached by several friendly faces.  Mostly close friends who know our story intimately, we get to see a few other folks regularly while we’re out as well.  I’m grateful for when they nod or offer a polite hello as we walk by, but I can tell that they aren’t sure what to say or do when they see Ronan.  Not wanting to make them any more uncomfortable than they already seem, I thought of a few things they, and others in similar situations, might want to try when they see us next. 

Wave.  Ronan knows how to wave back.  Vomit meme

Say hi.  A quick, simple hello does wonders to my soul. 

Ask.  Ask how I’m doing.  Ask how Ronan is doing. 

Listen.  I’m a stay-at-home mom.  Some days, you may be the first adult I’ve gotten to talk to all day.  I miss adult interaction, so I apologize in advance if I get a little too Chatty Cathy with you. J

Be you.  We’ve obviously crossed paths for a reason.  Keep that connection going by telling me something happy or hopeful that’s happened to you. When you’re done catching up with me, talk to Ronan.  You know he can’t reply, but simply acknowledging what he’s doing is nice.  Tell him something like – You must really enjoy that game on your iPad, Ronan.  Look how well you’re doing!  Or note what he’s eating – What a fun snack you’ve got there!  Or pay him a compliment like you would any other kid – You’re doing a great job watching your sister play!  She must love seeing you here at her game. 

Those remarks will not be lost on Ronan.  He hears you.  He sees you.  He knows when people are being genuine and when they are not.  When you shower him with kindness, you shower all of us with kindness.  So, spread that love around!  I’m not saying you have to do it all the time, but one happy hello or one quick wave in his and my general direction really does go a long way.  Plus, if your children are close by and see you being positively in tune with us, they’ll pick up on what to do next time they run into us at other sporting events or at future school activities. 

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Weathering the Storm

Storm of love
By Cathy Jameson

This time of year while many families are getting ready for a new school year, I’ve been seeing lots of lists being shared.  They’ve included simple Back-to-School Supply lists, the very important How to Prepare for an IEP Meeting lists, and several tried and true Easy 30-minute Meals lists.  Since we’re still in hurricane season here on the east coast, I saw another one a few days ago that caught my eye.  It was an Are You Ready to Weather the Storm? list.  With how busy our week’s been, to include some medical issues that I hadn’t anticipated, that last list about weathering through the storm got me thinking.  You know what that means.  It means that I had to write about it!  

Weathering the storm.  Some days, what we are going through feels exactly like a storm.  We experience the calm.  Things are great.  But then, there’s a subtle change.  An odd behavior.  A breeze picks up.  There it is again.  Electricity’s in the air and the sound of rolling thunder can be heard off in the distance.  A meltdown…why?  Something is brewing and could hit close to home.  He was so happy earlier.  What happened?  We prepare ourselves for the inevitable–rain, wind, lightning, and more.  Crud.  A seizure.  Some storms are quick and leave hardly a trace beyond rain-soaked streets.  Other storms leave a path of destruction in its wake.  Kids, we need to tiptoe again today...  

Since we as a family are doing this life with autism thing together, I thought I’d ask my kids for some help with today’s post.  They tend to bring me exactly what I need after a full week like the one I had – they shower me with a dose of hope.  They do that by telling me things that I (and we) can do next time.  What do we want to do for next time?  Sometimes it’s something different, or something better, or something new that we haven’t tried yet.  So, this week, after getting some quiet time with Ronan’s little sister late on Friday night, Izzy and I chatted about how busy we’ve been and also how very focused we’ve needed to be.  Here are her thoughts.  

When the seizures come: First, we see what kind of seizure it is.  If we see that it’s a photic-driven seizure, like the Cj trainones Ronan’s had while we we’re driving, we try to cover his eyes as soon as we realize it’s the lights triggering them.  We help him stay calm, we do his countdown, and we keep track of how long seizure was.  Remember when we went through those tunnels on our vacation?  We knew he could have a seizure, so we made sure ahead of time to protect him.  We knew to pay attention for when we went back through the tunnel on our way home also.  For afterwards, when it’s over, we pray, we comfort, we help, and we hope that that seizure was the last one.  

When communication attempts fail:  When that happens, it might be that he’s hurt and he needs help but doesn’t know how to ask.  It could also be that something he doesn’t like is near him, but he can’t tell us to take it away or move it.  We look up the sign to try to figure out what he’s saying or we use environment to tell us what could be bugging him.  What might have scared him?  What did he hear or what is on him (clothing or shoes) that is irritating him?  Then we do our best to remember that he might not like to see or hear or touch that thing in the future so we keep it away from him.  

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Vaccine Choice - Respect the Answer

RespectBy Cathy Jameson

For years, Ronan’s siblings have been praying for a miracle.  On any given day, they share one of a few consistent requests during our family’s evening prayer time.  They ask God for Ronan to be able to speak again.  They mercifully beg for the seizures to stop.  They ask for his full healing.  I pray along with them, but sometimes it’s hard for me to “offer it up”.  The times it’s the hardest is after Ronan’s had a tough day or after he’s had seizures.  Those days, one of the sibs laments, “Mom, we’ve prayed a lot and for a long time.  Why haven’t our prayers been answered?”  I tell them what’s been told to me – sometimes a prayer is answered with a yes.  Sometimes the answer is no.  Other times, the answer is yes….but not right now. 

I was reminded of those three different answers when I stated one of them earlier this week.  It wasn’t about Ronan’s miracle his siblings are still waiting for; it was about a topic that has spurred the desire for that miracle – vaccines.  It was a short conversation with a nurse but one worth noting: 

Has he had a flu shot?
Nope.
You don't do those, right? 
Yep. 
Okay.

Easily, the nurse who was asking me that simple question could’ve taken it upon herself to lecture me.  She could’ve belittled me as others have attempted to do before.  She could’ve also loaded me up with industry propaganda about how “safe and effective” the flu shot is even though the HHS has neglected to study vaccines for the last 30 years as they had been charged to do. I’d have been more than ready to defend myself and my answer in why we “don’t do those” had she persisted, but I didn’t have to.  The nurse kept things simple and civil.  That’s because she, unlike other medical professionals we’ve encountered, respected the answer that I provided to her. 

I was so excited about how the conversation went that as soon as I could, I told Ronan’s siblings about it.  They were as grateful as I was.  In thinking about how that appointment could’ve played out, I was reminded of the three answers we may get when we ask for prayers:    

-Some people give a yes answer to any and all vaccines.  That’s their right. 

-Some offer a no, nope, or never to one or to all vaccines in reply.  That should be everyone’s right, but we know that some people in some states are no longer given that option. 

-Other people would like some time to mull things over and respond with not right now because there is so much to learn about disease, about the immune system, about vaccines, and about the law.  Taking time and delaying, or eventually forgoing, one or all vaccines being offered should be allowed.  But, again, some places have restricted vaccine choice. 

Yes.

No.

Not right now. 

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Summer Spontaneity

Summer of loveBy Cathy Jameson

We had the chance to go on a day-trip last week to meet friends at the beach.  It would be a lot of work to pull it off, but I reveled in the thought of being spontaneous.  I thrive by the ocean.  Ronan usually does, too, so when we got the opportunity to go to it again this summer, I rearranged what we could, cancelled what couldn’t be rearranged and then got the heck out of town for the day. 

We’ve dropped everything before, but that’s usually because something unfortunate has happened – a rash of seizures, an epic meltdown, a sensory overload.  The kids are used to hearing me make plans and then immediately break those plans, but they’ve never taken out their disappointment of missing out on something on their brother.  Even though it’s usually because of him that plans have changed, they understand that life with a sibling with autism doesn’t always go as they expect it to.  They get that, and they know that sometimes they have to just go with the flow.  I prayed that Ronan would get that this time – sometimes plans change.  I also prayed that our unexpected road trip would go smoothly. 

It did.  Until the siblings changed their minds. 

Right before we got to our destination, Ronan’s brother and sisters decided they’d rather go to a pool instead of the beach.  Going to the pool had been an option when we learned of the opportunity to get away, but I had my heart set on the ocean.  I wanted so badly to go there.  Ronan said he did also when I asked him if he wanted to go swimming at the beach like we got to earlier this summer.  He signed, “Yes swim water fish.” 

Ronan beach
Ronan sits seaside during the family’s vacation earlier in June.

The breeze, the sand, the waves – I wanted…no, needed it!  I wanted to see it, to feel it, and to be surrounded by that salty air again.  That’s what I told Ronan he would see and smell and feel, too.  The beach.  That’s what we talked about on the ride.  That’s what kept him focused and also what kept him distracted after I realized I’d left one of his movies and the iPad on the couch after we’d gotten on the road.  He’d done great so far to pass the time, but here we were close to where I told him we’d be going.  Do I turn right toward the beach that I’d described in detail, or do I reroute us and turn left toward the pool he hadn’t been to in years? 

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Vaccine Law and 2018 School Exemptions: A Guide for Concerned Parents

Knoweldge is power
As your body grows bigger Your mind must flower It's great to learn 'Cause knowledge is power It's Schoolhouse Rocky, the chip off the block Of your favorite schoolhouse, Schoolhouse Rock!

By Cathy Jameson

Back to school.  I love this time of year.  New supplies and new academic adventures await.  My kids are somewhat excited to return to school but more so for the social aspect.  They cannot wait to see their friends again.  Friends are a good thing to have in life.  I’m grateful for the ones I have, especially for the friends I’ve made online. 

I belong to a lot more parenting groups now than I did when my children were younger.  The people in these groups, many who have become personal friends, are a lifeline for me.  From the old timers to the youngins’, many of whom are more in tune with their parental rights than I ever was at their age, we have a safe place to talk, vent, and collaborate.  From poop talk to getting the skinny on who’s an autism friendly doctor or therapist, I’m drawn in to several conversations throughout the year.  Since the start of school is right around the corner, some of the latest convos have been about school shots. 

I’m seeing talk about shots in several groups that are medical- or vaccine-related and in typical parenting groups, too.  People are asking if it’s true that their child must be vaccinated.  I heard they don’t have to be but my district just sent me a notice. If I don’t get her the vaccine, she won’t get her schedule.  Most who’ve chimed in to answer know quite a bit about vaccine law and about their rights.  But, since not every member of the group is vaccine savvy yet, they’re gently reminding the newer folks that what some of the schools and health departments are saying about school shots is misleading.  Once that newbie parent is provided the accurate information, that yes, their child can still go to school without getting that Tdap vaccine or that booster, some of the parents band together to set the district straight.    

Guys!  XYZ district is saying that shots are required for school entry.  Shall we go school them?  
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Read All About It: Federal Vaccine Safety Reports Go Unreported

Theres-nothing-to-see-here-move-along-com-16250233By Cathy Jameson

Being mom to five is fun but can be tiring.  These kids of mine love to sign up for things – sports, clubs, afterschool activities.  I look forward to the summer months where I can take a break from their busy schedules.  This time of year, we scale back on things because we can.  That includes me, too.  I take time away from activities that I do during our family’s busier months, including some of the reading I do about vaccines, about autism, and about special needs parenting.  I need a break from some of that like the kids need a break from school. 

As much as I sometimes think I’ll remove myself from all things advocacy, I don’t think I could ever fully rest from it.  I’m constantly reminded of what vaccines did and also what they took away.  I’ve tried, but to walk away completely just isn’t an option.  Wouldn’t I rather just put my feet up and stop the madness for a minute or two.  Sure!  But if I stop, who’ll pick up where I left off?  Some of my friends and family will (thank you!), but how long will they last?  They know a lot about Ronan, but they won’t know everything there is to know until they step in my shoes 24/7/365. 

I pray I never have to ask anyone to be me each and every day for all of my kids.  But if I do, I’d want that someone to also pick up the advocating that moms like me do.  Would my family be able to do that?  Those closest to us most likely would.  Would my friends?  I think so, but I know not everyone shares the same thoughts and opinions as I do about certain topics.  That doesn’t stop us from being friend, but it has limited some topics of conversation in the past. 

I was thinking about how some topics are better left “off topic” when I saw Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. and Del Bigtree’s recent announcement.  If you’re part of the vaccine-autism community, you’ve probably already heard all about it.  For those who are not part of this community but who’d like a quick rundown of what that document states, hold onto your seats. 

What it comes down to is this:  Much of what you’ve been told about vaccines is a lie, and everything parents of vaccine-injured children have informed you of or reminded you about vaccines is true. 

From the ICAN (Informed Consent Action Network):

…since 1986, HHS has had the primary and virtually sole responsibility to make and assure improvements in the licensing, manufacturing, adverse reaction reporting, research, safety and efficacy testing of vaccines in order to reduce the risk of adverse vaccine reactions. In order to assure HHS meets its vaccine safety obligations, Congress required as part of the 1986 Act that the Secretary of HHS submit a biennial reports to Congress detailing the improvements in vaccine safety made by HHS in the preceding two years. “The result of the lawsuit is that HHS had to finally and shockingly admit that it never, not even once, submitted a single biennial report to Congress detailing the improvements in vaccine safety.”

Basically, your government does not have your best interest in mind when it comes to vaccines, and it hasn’t for a long time now. 

If this news shocks you like it shocked me, fear not!  Something can be done about it.  I was made aware of a call to action that anyone can submit through the Autism Action Network.   Send in a comment today, then share the link with 10 people.  It shouldn’t hurt to hear straight from the horse’s mouth, which is why I’m also encouraging friends who still believe and trust in their country’s vaccine program to ask for some clarification of this discovery.  Who knows?  When friends get a reply, maybe future conversations about vaccine safety will be a little bit different. 

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Autism Siblings: Taking it to the Next Level

Fiona and RonanBy Cathy Jameson

People warned me that the years go by quickly.  Boy, were they right!  Time really is flying by.  I’m reminded of that when Ronan’s big sister checks out a new college.  Fiona’s been checking out colleges for about a year now.  She hasn’t narrowed which course of study she’ll major in yet, but she’s definitely interested in careers in the science and/or medical fields.  With how much her brother has been immersed in all things medical, I’m not surprised that she’d want to pursue that sort of path.  I’m actually very excited about that, especially when I remembered one of my facebook statuses from several years ago.

Let it be known across the land: there is no crying at math today!!! Yay, Fiona for building that confidence.

At that time, Fiona, who always liked school, hit a road block.  She always excelled in Reading, Writing, History, and Science, but she was just not grasping Math concepts.  The more she tried and failed, that road block became a big, fat stop sign.  She wasn’t just not grasping the concepts, she didn’t care to do Math at all.  It was just too hard.  Half-way through middle school, though, she realized that by the time she got to high school, she’d be a year behind where many of her peers were.  She wanted to love Math like she loved other subjects, like Science, but there were more tears than high fives after each lesson.  When she began talking about going into the medical field as a pre-teen, I cautiously reminded Fiona that she might want to reconsider – Math and Science go together.  Did she realize that? 

She did. 

But that wasn’t going to stop her.  That girl, who’s always been one determined kiddo, finally got herself exactly where she wanted to be.  It took a while, but she was able to do that by requesting tutoring, by asking her teachers for help afterschool, and by asking us to enroll her in a self-paced year-long Algebra II class (which she successfully completed in 9 weeks’ time) to catch her up with her peers.  Where is Fiona now?  She’s prepping for and cannot wait to take an AP Calculus class this fall.  

What an accomplishment! 

Last week, while talking to a college admissions counselor, I asked Fiona what sort of questions she was asked.  Now finally able to say she’s “on track” for some pre-Med programs she’s been eyeing, she said she was able to share her goals, dreams, and future career interests with the college rep. 

She added, “Oh, and I talked about Ronan, too.” 

My heart swelled, “You did?  Tell me about it.” 

Fiona started, “Well, it began with me talking about my interests, like volleyball and photography, and then answering some typical interview questions: what are my short-term goals, what are my long-term goals, what are my academic achievements…  Those kinds of questions.”

“And how did Ronan come up?” I asked her.

“Remember you gave me some pointers before I went in, tell them I’m the oldest of five and that I have a brother with autism,” Fiona reminded me.

“Yeah, I’ve read that sharing that sort of information has been helpful for some other autism siblings who are a few years ahead of you,” I told her.

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Autism’s Tag, You’re It

Wandering graphicBy Cathy Jameson

Wandering is a heart-stopping, life-threatening dangerous reality for many families, mine included.  I haven’t written about wandering in quite a while.  That’s because it’s been a long time since Ronan has attempted to wander.  Until last week. 

Last week, even with precautions in place, Ronan tried and successfully made it half-way up the driveway by himself.  We’ve been vigilant for so long, but there he went out the door undetected.  What can a caregiver do?  

Suggestions we’ve been given include getting window wedges and door locks, investing in a tracking device, and creating a tag-you’re-it arrangement as one caregiver takes over for another.  At one time or another, we’ve benefited from all of those suggestions.  Last week, though, it was my turn to keep an eye on things.  Instead of double checking the door or tagging one of the kids like we’ve been doing for years now, I walked away without asking someone to help keep tabs on Ronan.  I didn’t think to do that because Fiona was outside and the reason the door had remained unlocked.  She’s right there.  She’ll see him, I thought, so I didn’t yell to her like I should have, and like I usually would do, “Hey, Daddy needs my help.  Keep an eye on your brother for me, okay?” 

Ronan’s sister was outside, but she was dropping something off to a neighbor.  When Ronan walked out, she didn’t see him.  She didn’t hear him.  No one heard him.  No one saw him.  It was a quick trip for Fiona, thankfully, and she was already walking back toward the house when she spied her brother.  Keeping upbeat, she gently redirected him back indoors with her.  He returned without incident and got settled back into an activity.  Once her heart rate went back to normal, Fiona chastised me.  I told her that she had ever right to. 

We’ve been practicing keeping the front door unlocked and opened since the weather got nice.  If we don’t teach Ronan how to walk past the wide-opened door that leads to the wide-opened world out there, we’ll all live in fear.  Living in fear is unhealthy.  So, it’s been baby steps – one day the front door stayed open just enough to let a sliver of light in.  The next week, we opened it a bit more.  We did this for weeks opening the door little by little until it was fully ajar.  Over time, we did this not just for a few minutes a day but all day long.  Having a locking glass/screen door at that entrance helped create this teaching opportunity.  But the side door, the door that Ronan recently slipped through, has no screen door.  Once it’s opened, it’s Hello, real world! 

Even though that side door has bells on it, if no one hears them Ronan can easily step out and wander away.  He could easily have done that while we were on vacation last week as well. 

While away on vacation, we had to beef up our “security” efforts.  We were staying in a new place.  I’d been there once before and had an idea of the layout of the house, but it was unfamiliar to Ronan.  He was naturally curious about everything – the TV, the bedroom, the refrigerator – including the front door which was his exit out of there. 

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Rise, and Shine!

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By Cathy Jameson

We got to sneak away last week.  We'd planned to do some day trips already and were going to stay somewhat local for a few days, but a friend's generosity opened up an opportunity for us to go home for a week.  Going home, even if only for a short while, is always a blessing. So when we got that chance, we rerouted ourselves and headed north instead.

Newport bridge
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While packing our bags and making sure all of Ronan's things were ready - meds, extra clothes and water-proof bedding items, his favorite book and picture, I recalled previous trips back to my favorite City by the Sea.  Like last year and years before, I envisioned we'd enjoy the sun, the beaches, the food, the parks, and the company we'd get to keep. Happily, we got to do all of that! But we also faced some new challenges while traveling and while we were in town.  The hardest one was when Ronan, who had done a remarkable job while we were out one evening, signed that he was all done and that he wanted to go home.

Home.  Home. Home.

It took some convincing for Ronan to get out of the car that night and to come into the house where we were staying, but I felt a twinge of sadness come over me when I saw that Ronan had reached his limit.  To me, this was home. Years ago, it’s where I lived, worked, made friends, and met and married my husband. I’ve made so many memories here, and it's where we hope to come back to someday, too. In my mind, even though lots of time has passed, this place still is home.  But for Ronan, coming back is hard. It's a huge change in scenery, routine, and comfort zone.

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Speak Your Mind

Speak your mindBy Cathy Jameson

Several years ago, Ronan’s brother stepped on a nail.  It wasn’t a rusty nail, but it did pierce his skin.  While playing in the back yard, he and a neighbor crossed an old wooden board that spanned over a trench that separated our yard from an undeveloped lot of land.  As he crossed the board, the nail, which was sticking straight up, went right though Willem’s shoe.  While quite painful, he made his way across the yard and into the house with no assistance.  Even so, I knew to be careful when removing his shoe and sock so as not to further disturb the wound.  Once his foot was exposed, I immediately inspected where the nail punctured his skin and observed.  Blood began to ooze out which I took as a good sign.  At no time did I panic or think I needed to run him to the E.R.  That would’ve be fruitless anyway. 

Knowing the typical protocol for that kind of injury, if my son had been exposed to tetanus, E.R. staff wouldn’t proceed with giving the TiG (tetanus immunoglobulin) first or maybe even at all.  They would’ve offered to clean the wound, which I could do myself, and would give him a tetanus shot, which he didn’t need (and which, as far as I’m aware, is never a stand-alone shot—it’s adminstered as the Td, DTaP, or Tdap).  Regardless, the kids were vaccinated on schedule.  That meant that Willem had gone through the tetanus series and wasn’t “due” for one.  At the time, vaccine logic told me that if he had been exposed and if that vaccine series did what doctors claim it does, which is to provide protection from the tetanus bacteria, he’d be fine.  He’d had several of those shots already.  I was reminded of that fact earlier this week. 

At a clinic with Willem for a physical, the nurse, who looked to be in her late 30s-early 40s, could not wrap her head around the fact that a stretch of time had passed since those vaccinations had been administered.  Getting ready to put the cuff on Willem’s arm to get a blood pressure reading, the nurse kept going back to one of the pages I’d filled out before we arrived.  She’d look at the page, glance at me quizzically, and then look back at the page again.  She finally spoke up. 

“Are you sure you have the right date?” 

Looking her straight in the eye, I confidently replied, “Yes.”

Skipping to the next section, she paused.  Then she went back to that other page. 

Oh, boy.  Here we go, I thought. 

Willem must have thought the same thing.  He looked at me knowing things could go one of two ways – our way, or her way.  He smiled a very nervous smile at me.  I quietly whispered, “I’ve got this,” and smiled back at him.

Turning her head toward me, the nurse looked at me strangely again, “But it says here…” 

Before she could finish, I politely interrupted her and said, “Yes, that date is correct.”  Then, I attempted to get her back on track.

“So, he’s here for a sports physical.  He’s a pretty active kid.  Eats well, loves to play outside… rides his bike, enjoys football, frisbee, and soccer…he’s doing well in school, has a great appetite, and he’s grown.”

Unsatisfied with my response, I quickly added, “There’s been no change in his health since his last physical.”  There.  That should get her attention back to where it should be. 

She was not having it. 

In her broken English, she stammered, “But this date, it’s….”

While there is one question about one vaccine on this particular form, vaccines are not a requirement for why we were at the clinic that day.  The nurse, who over time must see thousands of patients requesting this exam, should know that.  But I ended up being the one to educate her.  Just like I had to several years ago with another young medical professional who grew up outside of the United States.  Relying on third-world facts and fear tactics, he, too, tried to change my mind about vaccines.  After a lengthy convo, he respectfully came around.  But this gal didn’t seem to want to budge.  She’d need a longer lesson on knowing when to stop badgering a parent who obviously knew more about vaccines and parents’ rights than she did. 

Forced to speak my mind once again, I firmly said, “We’re here for the physical, so…thanks for asking about the tetanus, but he’s all set.”  

She’d been quite pleasant when we’d walked in, but the nurse’s tone had clearly changed.  Not entirely pleased with how pointed I had become, she jotted something down on the intake paper.  She’d written down Willem’s height and weight on it already and was about to write down his blood pressure and heart rate, too.  I didn’t see what she scribbled, but I’m sure it wasn’t a positive comment.  That didn’t phase me.  It wouldn’t be the first time someone’s attitude about me changed once they got to know the real me. 

Still in disagreement, the nurse finished her part of the appointment and left the room.  Leaving quieter than when she walked in, I stuck to my guns and waited patiently for the doctor to come in.  With gusto, and all smiles not just toward my kids but toward me as well, he welcomed us with open arms.  And within 10 minutes, we got what we came in for and left without incident.   

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Best of: Required Summer Reading

Mom-reading-newspaperHappy Summer 2018. Here's a best of from Cathy.

By Cathy Jameson

"To promote the right to individual health choice and stand up for the victims of medical injury."

I scheduled my typical children’s dental appointments over their summer vacation.  Sitting in a dentist’s office for two and a half hours on a sunny afternoon wasn’t on my top 10 things to do while on summer vacation list.  Neither was defending medical choices I’m forced to make for my kids.  But that’s what ended up happening on a hot July day.

I shouldn’t joke.  Taking four children to our dental provider really isn’t that difficult; it’s more time consuming than anything.  After a terrible experience with another dental group in town, I’m grateful that our current dentist knows us well.  The staff listens to me.  They respect me.  They understand why I’ve made the medical decisions I’ve made for my children.  It’s comforting that they recognize that some of my kids are medically fragile.  What’s considered “industry standard” by some can send my children into a downward spiral with potentially long-lasting ill effects. 

So, smack dab in the middle of summer vacation was just as good a day as any to bring my kids in for a teeth cleaning.  I was prepared for the long afternoon and made sure to bring things for my kids to do while their siblings’ teeth were checked.  Just when I thought it would be business as usual, a new dental hygienist greeted us in the waiting room.  I wasn’t aware that the one whom I’d made a great connection with (she too had a young child with developmental delays) had recently left the practice. 

Politely introducing myself and my two older children whom she’d be working with, I felt somewhat exposed talking to the new hygienist.  Stating pertinent health and medical issues my children had, I went through a list of things we usually request. 

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Dads Who Go Beyond

Super dadBy  Cathy Jameson

I saw one of the sweetest videos a little over a week ago.  You may have seen it, too.  A dad jumped on stage to help his young ballerina daughter.  Plagued with stage fright, she was in a tough spot.  Dad realized that and came to save the day.  Holding a baby in his arms, he not only leaped to his daughter’s rescue, he leapt with the other ballerinas during their recital performance, too.  It truly was one of the sweetest moments I’ve seen go viral.  

Other dads are pretty awesome, too, including DaveIzzyand a lot of the dads who contribute to conversations here on Age of Autism.  Knee-deep in the thick of things, I can feel the love they have for their child through their responses and shared stories.  But some of the dads here won’t get the sort of international attention like that wonderful Ballerina Dad got.  

Even without the accolades, the dads here step up.  They do whatever it takes.  They worked tirelessly – and will continue to do so – to keep their child happy, healthy, and safe.  So, this Father’s Day weekend, I thought I’d tip my hat to some of the guys I’ve been inspired by here in the autism community and those beyond in other special needs circles.

Like this dad

As well as this determined dad: 

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Autism's Works of Mercy Part 2

 

By Cathy Jameson

Last week, I shared how Ronan’s youngest sister made the realization that she lives and performs many of the Corporal Works of Mercy  right here in our home.  Usually, those works of mercy are done outside the home, but after reading through an old coloring book that highlighted those simple acts of kindness, she saw a constant theme – do small things with great love.  On a daily basis, she’s doing lots of things with tons of love for that brother of hers!  Some of what she’s doing comes naturally and would be expected of any sibling, but with how disabled Ronan is, she goes a step further.  She continuously and selflessly pitches in.  

Ronan

After reading through that section of the coloring book, I could reflect on what we’d read only for a few minutes.  Thinking Ronan might be done listening, I had put the book down.  Ronan wasn’t done though.  He was glued to the review lesson and completely lost interest in watching the movie he’d just requested.  So we kept turning pages. We kept reading.  We kept talking about our faith.  We kept sharing what it means to perform other works of mercy, the Spiritual Works of Mercy.  It was utterly amazing.  

One per page, we reviewed the 7 Spiritual Works of Mercy.  We read about what it meant to Admonish the Sinner, to Instruct the Ignorant, to Counsel the Doubtful as well as how to Comfort the Sorrowful.  Then, we read about how to Bear Wrongs Patiently and why we need to Forgive All Injuries.  Finally, we went over the importance of Praying for the Living and the Dead.  My daughter was beginning to get distracted, but those other 7 works of mercy hit me hard.  It had been a while since I’d really studied them, and with Ronan sitting next to me, I couldn’t help but think about why we do the things we do—it’s because of what happened to him. 

Admonish the Sinner –We do this when we speak out about someone who has done something wrong.  I’ve done that more than a time or two right here on AofA!  I’ve done that publicly by calling out politicians, the medical establishment, and the pharmaceutical industry.   I do that privately when I have conversations with new parents about our family’s experience.  Plenty of parents have joined me in keeping those conversations going.  Until children are no longer harmed in the name of Science or sacrificed for the greater good, we need to keep those important convos going. 

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Autism’s Works of Mercy – Part 1

PenmanshipBy Cathy Jameson

I was sitting on the couch with Ronan a few nights ago when he signed a request.  He wanted to watch a movie.  I told him yes, but before I turned the television on, I brought over some of my old school supplies.  Since it was late in the day, I knew that Ronan’s attention span wouldn’t be too long.  Regardless, we needed to do some reviewing of skills I’ve been working on with him.  That meant a quick peek at the world map, practicing some cursive letter writing, reading through some math flash cards, and catching up on some reading comprehension.  For reading, I picked out an old coloring book I’d used as a resource back when I taught at a small Catholic School.  Even though almost 2 decades has passed since I first stepped foot into a classroom, much of the material I’ve saved from those early teaching days is still relevant.  That includes this particular coloring book. 

The book covers basic Catholic doctrine for young children.  Included are the 7 Corporal Works of Mercy.  Simply put, these are small acts of love that we can do for others.  We perform those acts of love when we: Feed the Hungry, Give Drink to the Thirsty, Clothe the Naked, Visit the Imprisoned, Shelter the Homeless, Visit the Sick, and Bury the Dead.  As Ronan and I went over what these acts of kindness meant, Ronan’s youngest sister joined us in listing ways people help each other.  While we talked, she realized that we don’t have to go too far to perform these acts.  We do a lot of them for Ronan automatically. 

Feed the Hungry

I remember having to switch out practically our entire pantry and refrigerator after learning that gluten and casein could do a number on kids like Ronan.  I wasn’t thrilled thinking about not being able to use all that food—regular bread, crackers, waffles, oatmeal.  All the cheese, cow’s milk, and yogurt.  With each item tossed, I was utterly overwhelmed wondering what on earth I was going to feed a kid who loved to eat wheat and dairy.  Staples my siblings and I grew up with - pizza, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and milk - were now off limits.  While learning how to eliminate the foods that caused severe inflammation, I slowly replaced our family’s menu with safer, greener food options.  At one point, we all switched to gluten-free.  Soon after, like Ronan had to, we eased off the dairy.  We did that for a few reasons, but the neatest one was so that we could eat in solidarity with Ronan.  My typical kids can now have more “regular” foods than Ronan probably ever will, but they make sure to never taunt him about it.  When they get special treats, like when a friend brought them Krispy Kreme donuts last weekend, they made sure he got something fun and yummy, but safe for his tummy, too. 

Give Drink to the Thirsty

Removing milk was one of the most traumatic acts for both me and my children.  In those early days when I knew far less than I do now, I had no idea that dairy could cause major bowel issues.  The more I learned, the more I made a connection that Ronan was severely affected by dairy products, including milk.  (His siblings were affected, too, but to a lesser degree.)  I found replacements, as I know many other parents have had to, but getting Ronan to drink something other than milk took some time.  Once he did, though, his bowel issues weren’t as explosive.  Brain fog had lifted, too.  Now, when Ronan’s thirsty, he signs for juice.  The juice is watered down quite a bit to the point of it being more water than juice, but what’s even more exciting is that after some regression, he can use a regular cup like his siblings do.  He hasn’t mastered that skill completely yet, but he has come so far and with the encouragement from his brother and sisters.

Clothe the Naked

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Best of Cathy Jameson: Home Away

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Note: Memorial Day weekend kicks off the start of summer here in America. Here's a best of from Cathy, who has a well deserved weekend "off." 

By Cathy Jameson

We started talking about taking a summer family vacation several months ago.  With as many needs as one of my children has, with my husband’s job demands being as intense as they are, and with autism reality sneaking in and breaking all of our best laid plans, it’s a good thing that we took that long to plan our getaway.  

Our plans changed two weeks before we were to leave.  They changed again one week before we were to leave.  They changed as we hit the road last weekend, too.  We normally don’t tell our typical kids that we’re leaving on grand adventures until right before we go, but I’m glad that we gave them a heads up this time.  If there’s one thing that autism has taught me and Ronan’s siblings, it’s that we have to be flexible.  If we were going to make this vacation work, we’d all have to be flexible - Ronan included.  

Ronan likes his routine.  He likes to know where his favorite books, blankies, and Wii discs are.  He also likes to know where Daddy is also.  If something’s out of place, he may get a little out of sorts.  That could include taking longer to finish a task.  It could mean he refuses to comply with a simple request.  If something is really bothering him, it could bring on some negative behavior.  Things were going fairly well for Ronan on the first day of our vacation.  They were going okay on the second day was well.  But on the third day, the day we had to drop my husband off at the airport to attend to some business that couldn’t wait until this week, that day threw Ronan over the edge.  That night, after a long day of signing Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy, Ronan refused to go to sleep.  That’s not entirely unusual.  Ronan will have sleepless night at home, but he was hundreds of miles from the comfort of home, his routine, and now Daddy, too.  Things were getting a little more stressful for Ronan.  There were getting a lot more stressful for me.  If we were going to survive the next 3 days before my husband returned, I knew that I needed to make a change.  That would include changing my attitude.  

We were staying at a friend’s house and sharing a bedroom with the siblings.  If Ronan didn’t sleep, it was likely that the rest of us wouldn’t sleep either.  I’m usually a “cup is half-full” kind of person, but being this far from home with an irate, non-verbal child who stayed wide awake until 3am was turning me into a gloomy Gus.  Add being jarred awake at 4am after Ronan fell out of the bed he and I were sharing, and I was pretty much done with our family vacation.  Add in some odd seizure activity the next day, and I was visualizing myself hauling back down the highway heading for home.  As easily as it was to call it quits right then and there, I’m glad that I didn’t.  

As he usually does at home, Ronan bounced back.  

The next day, Ronan was not ready to explore town like the rest of us were, so the friend whom we were staying with offered to watch Ronan for me.  It’s been a year since she’s seen us, so I was hesitant to leave Ronan with her.  But my friends, especially the ones who’ve become more like family to me, are very quick to tell me, Go. You need a break.  I’m here and can handle whatever needs to be handled.  Ronan will be fine.  I’ll be fine, now go.  

So I did.  

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Study Time

Study timeBy Cathy Jameson

In our ever-growing world where the science can never be settled, we need passionate and dedicated scientists.  Scientists are known to spend a great deal of time studying and learning from the natural world around us.  Their discoveries are based on their observations and experimentation and then presented for others to see.  Data is important, but one thing I sometimes see being forgotten in the field is recognition of the actual human being who has contributed to scientific findings and statistics.  I was reminded of that after catching up on reading a few studies last week.  One in particular, which was about using social media to help parents understand and improve their attitudes about vaccines, brought me right back to the time when I began to question vaccines, my doctor, and Science. 

Before I had kids, and even after having them, I would never have said that I had an attitude about vaccines.  Back then, I honestly never thought too long about them.  I just knew I wanted them without any sort of hesitation.  But, after observing my son fall ill post-vaccination, I started having doubts.  As I began to question them, I realized that I didn’t have enough information beyond what the doctor was telling me.  Since she only offered positive vaccine thoughts and a very strong opinion supporting them, I set out to find the facts I wanted and needed.  Like parents today who also have questions, I had to learn how to look for unbiased information.  I had to learn how to discern what I heard from other people.  Putting emotions aside, I had to learn how to weigh what I was being told by the pediatrician and also factor in what my gut was telling me.  She said that they were necessary and would help my children be healthier.  But after seeing reactions while also learning that they were not required for school entry, I really wasn’t sure what I was being told about vaccines was completely true.  As she kept pushing them despite the problems Ronan was having, I became one of those parents who was “on the fence” about vaccines.  I needed more help.  But from where? 

I needed rock-solid Science.  Surely, that could help me. 

As a child, I never liked Science.  I didn’t hate it, I just didn’t appreciate it.  The sicker Ronan became, though, I was drawn toward it.  Spending countless hours at the library (think pre-internet days) and finding myself spending the most time searching for and reading books from the Science section, I was forced to learn more about topics I should’ve paid better attention to when I was in school.  Being the parent of a chronically-ill child, I’ve had to rely on Science as well as people in the medical community in order to support my son and his intense needs.  In the long run Science did help.  So did keeping my son, and what he was dealing with, forefront in my mind. 

In retrospect, that should’ve been proof enough.  But my naiveté kept me from seeing reality.  Plus, others, like our doctor, refused to see the human in front of them, too.  Eventually, I knew that I couldn’t discount what was happening right in front of me.  And when I discovered that other people elsewhere were reporting similar issues with their kids, I knew that I was onto something. 

I hadn’t yet found those other people but soon would. 

In those early days when I had gotten as far as library searches could take me, I began to use the internet.  Unsure of how to navigate it like I can today, I wasn’t always confident in what to look for.  Thankfully, I kept at it and explored all that I could.  What a treasure trove of information!  Even so, I wasn’t prepared for the rabbit hole I was about to walk into after a family member told me to check out something called a discussion board.  Tip toeing into one, I was overwhelmed, but I was also glad to discover that other people were asking the very same questions about vaccines that I also was.  Thank God for those early Yahoo! Group days. 

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More Than a Mom

Happy mother's dayBy Cathy Jameson

We got rid of cable a few years ago.  Disappointed with rising fees and discouraged that my children were picking up bad habits from characters on the kids’ shows they were watching, it was one of the best parenting decisions we made.  Initially, I missed some of the channels and programs I’d gotten into the habit of watching.  Over time, though, we as a family created new habits and screened better what we wanted to watch.  With how quickly one can stream current shows and movies, I am glad that can still watch TV.  We control better now what comes into our home.  That said, I’ve been known to binge watch a show that some think absolutely ridiculous: Grey’s Anatomy

Now, I know that it’s not the best show out there, but at night, after the kids are tucked in, and before my husband and I catch up on a documentary or a previously-aired cable show that we missed, I sit there and watch some mindless (to me) television.  Purely for entertainment purposes, Grey’s Anatomy is total TV drama.  Until one day, it wasn’t. 

In a flash back scene in season 6, Dr. Ellis Grey was insulted by a male co-worker.  Telling her that she didn’t need to go in the operating room with him and that he could handle it because she “had her daughter to think about,” she rebuked him.  “I gave birth to a child, Richard.  That makes me a mother.  It doesn’t make me inept.  It doesn’t make me less of a woman.  It doesn’t make me less of a surgeon.  No matter how much everyone else wants it to.” 

I clapped. 

I may have quietly shouted out “Yeah!” after that scene also. 

While I know that it was just a scene on a popular TV drama that has little to no morals, I couldn’t help but think of how many times that I, too, have been dismissed like Grey was because I was a woman.  It’s happened while talking to administrators and others who had the power to help us but didn’t.  It’s happened while talking to medical staff about my son.  Not only that, I’ve been insulted for asking direct medical questions because I’m not a formally trained medical person.  Worse, I’ve been told that I can’t know what I’m talking about because I’m just a mom.  I can deal with misogyny.  I can and do fully admit that I am not a nurse or a doctor.  But to disregard the most important role I have as a mother is the lowest of the low.  It happens.  It happens to me, to other moms, and more times than it should.

Before I was a mom, I had a professional career.  Once I had my degree and license, I put my heart and soul into teaching.  An elementary school teacher, I was told many times that I was a good teacher.  I loved my job.  Only when I started to have my own children did I think I’d ever take a break from it.  Grateful for the chance to stay home to raise my children, I enjoyed the short break from planning, grading, and creating curriculum.  Always with the thought of returning to the classroom though, while home I kept up with what was going on in the education world as well as with maintaining my credentials.  But when Ronan got sick, I knew heading back into the classroom wasn’t going to be as easy.  Even so, I continued to plan for it.  I never intended to have to walk away from the workforce completely as I eventually had to.  Ronan’s needs were just too great.  Some days, I miss having a career that I loved – being out of the house, teaching, contributing to society, making money, but my calling now is that of being a mom.  Some don’t care to recognize the value or intensity of motherhood, but there really is no other job like it. 

The role of a lifetime, being a mom is fulfilling.  In the early, tiring days, I didn’t always think that, but now that I’ve being doing this motherhood thing for 16+ years, I do.  My kids seek me out first.  They tell me things first.  They share personal things with me first.  They want a hug from me first.  Ronan can’t share all of his thoughts or feelings like his siblings do, but that doesn’t stop him for seeking me out as well.  With his signs, or after typing a request, he tells me,

Mom help movie please yes. 

Mom more eggs meat cereal yes. 

Mom no no thank you. 

While cryptic at times, his messages are always purposeful.  He wants me, my help, and my immediate attention.  I burst with pride when he does that, but at the same time, I lose myself in being his Mom. 

Most days, I feel that I’m more Special Needs Mom than Cathy.  I’m more Special Needs Mom than Wife sometimes, too.  Putting all of my energy – both good and bad – into mothering Ronan, I forget to take care of me.  I forget to divide my time with his siblings.  I end up forgetting to share things with my husband, too.  Finding a balance – wife/mother and also wife/special needs mother – and keeping that balance takes work.  What can I do to create that?  If I forget to pour my cup first, I know that I’ll run out of steam.  If I slow down too much, though, I may lose the motivation I need to put one foot in front of the other.  Not every day is the same and not every situation with Ronan plays out the same way, so I find myself having to try, try again whatever it is I’m hoping to get done.  

The other day, after an exhausting day that included being outside in the heat longer than usual, a young woman we’ve grown fond of saw me.  It was at the end of one of Ronan’s little sister’s sports events where Ronan had immediately lost interest in being there as soon as we arrived.  At the end of the game, with Ronan in tow and in awe of how I do the things I do, she said, "Mrs. Jameson, I don't know how you do it.  Teach me your ways."  I could’ve gone on and on about how this wasn’t what I signed up for, that this isn’t what I thought motherhood would be like, that I hope she’d think twice before vaccinating when she has kids, but I took a different approach.  Instead of bemoaning or highlighting how very hard life was for me and Ronan for the last few hours, I replied, "It takes a lot of peace, a little bit of patience, some coffee in the morning, sometimes some chocolate in the afternoon....and every now and then, a splash of vodka in the evening." 

Smiling at her, we both then laughed and laughed.  We found humor in what had been a tough situation.  All joking aside, I was at a breaking point when she saw me earlier that afternoon.  Glancing at us during the game, I know she recognized that it wasn’t easy for Izzy’s brother to be there.  Because of that, she knew that it wouldn’t be a cakewalk for me either.  Ronan wanted to go home.  But it was Izzy’s turn to shine, and I wanted to be there for her.  Putting her needs ahead of Ronan’s and mine, because easily I could’ve made an excuse and taken him home, I encouraged Ronan to make the most of it.  Eventually, he did.  He settled for some snacks and a game on brother’s iphone.  In doing that, I got to see Izzy play and others got to see that I could finally enjoy the rest of the game. 

That young woman at the game saw and appreciated a side of me that some of Ronan’s professionals do not.  She understood that I had to juggle much more than I expected to.  She saw that I did that only with love, too.  I don’t get that same response other places, especially from some medical providers.  But as long as those who chose to support my family know and respect that I am more than a mother to my kids, that’s what matters.  In supporting us they get to witness me, my children, and my husband doing more than we ever expected, imagined, or thought we’d have to.  We could pitch wild fits about it and complain all day long about it, but we don’t.  How could we?  Ronan’s autism certainly is not a gift, but he, and all that we’ve learned from him, is and always will be. 

I may not be an educator in a classroom anymore, but I find that I am still teaching others.  It isn’t science, social studies, or mathematics like I used to teacher.  It’s unexpected lesson in life like that young woman witnessed last week.  To those who care, to those who listen, to those who respect us, thank you.  Thank you for helping me be more than a mom to my little family.   

Cathy Jameson is a Contributing Editor for Age of Autism. 


Would You Rather

Field tripBy Cathy Jameson

My daughter’s middle school class had a field trip recently.  At first, when I heard about the trip I didn’t think anything of it.  My job was to sign the permission slip, send in money, and hope to remember to pack Izzy a bag lunch the day of.  But in telling me everything they were hoping to do on that field trip, Izzy was so excited to go and asked if there was any chance I could take her.  I really didn’t think I could but I didn’t hesitate to tell her, “Let me see what I can work out.” 

It took some brainstorming, but I was eventually able to tell Izzy that I’d not just be able to bring her to the museum, I’d be happy stay with her, too.  “You’re gonna drive me and stay?!” she squealed.  Yep, I was.  Before she got too excited, I quickly let her know that I didn’t think I’d want to drive anyone else, just her.  That’s because Ronan and his part-time caregiver were going to have to come with us.  It wasn’t my first choice, but if I was to go, so would they have to go as well. 

The night before the trip, I was asked if I had room in the car to bring 2 more students to the museum.  I did.  But did I want the responsibility of driving them?  The field trip permission slip form is now multiple pages long.  In signing them, we parents release the school and the administration from any sort of liability.  We also sign off on allowing medical staff to attend to and treat our child should there any medical emergencies arise.  Initially, after reading those forms, I told Izzy that if she wanted to stay home instead of go with her class, I’d be okay with that.  We could do something fun together, a mommy date…just us.  But she really, really, really wanted to go, so I made sure I could.  But I had only planned to driving her up and back.  Could I add more people to the mix?  Yes, I could, but did I want to?  Thinking about those forms and my responsibilities as a driver made me shudder.  I’d have to think about it. 

When the field trip was first announced, I hadn’t even entertained the thought of going with Izzy let alone offering to drive her friends and also the young teacher who requested to join us.  Originally, I had nothing else planned for me that day and easily could’ve surrounded myself in silence.  When things get very busy for our family, as they have been lately, I crave silence.  I desperately needed it, but there’d be none if I opted to go on this trip.  My desire to be with Izzy that day was greater than my need for alone time.  So was my desire to help others.  So, on Tuesday morning last week, with a car full of silly middle schoolers, we took off. 

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Autism’s 1 in 59: From Breaking News to Heartbreak

Breaking newsBy Cathy Jameson

My day started early Thursday morning.  Up and out the door and on the go from before 7am to almost 2pm, I finally had time to sit down mid-afternoon.  After reheating some leftovers for a late lunch, I opened the usual websites - my email, AofA, and Facebook.  Within minutes of sitting down, I started getting emails.  Have you seen the new numbers??  New numbers?  The autism numbers!  Oh, that's right.  Usually published in early April, I, like many other parents, had been waiting for them to be shared.  Go look, but be prepared.  It’s not good.  Scared to find out, I jumped over to a few news sites.  There they were.  Considered breaking news, the new autism rate had been announced that morning: 1 in 59.

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Image:  Twitter

The ‘new’ numbers aren’t so new though.  Based on data from years ago, and from only a handful children in only a handful of states, a more accurate rate is likely much higher. 

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Image:  Talk About Curing Autism

Those numbers – they really don’t add up.  I know that.  Other parents like me know that.  But the general public doesn’t.  Unless they go looking for the information themselves, they won’t know how tragic it was for me to hear that newly published rate.  Too tired and sad to do anything fruitful, I looked for other stories to read.  Closing the news websites down, I kept the internet open for a few more minutes.  Having less than an hour before I had to leave the house again, I made sure to read stories that were completely unrelated to autism. 

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Cat’s 2018 Autism Action Month Playlist

Music MotivatesBy Cathy Jameson

Music is as much a part of me as writing is.  I love to write, and I love to listen to music.  Both have brought me comfort.  Both have gotten me through tough times.  Every few months, I like to add a song at the end of one of my Sunday posts here.  The song has been picked because it usually compliments my thoughts.  But sometimes, it’s the lyrics of a song that has actually triggered the writing.  In the past, I’ve included songs from all sorts of artists.  From hard rock and alt rock to everything in between, I’m always happy to share a tune that’s inspired me. 

A few years ago when April turned blue, I started sharing what I was specifically listening to during that month which many of us would rather skip over.  I turned off the news and turned up the volume of the music I was listening to.  Not wanting to celebrate or embrace any part of autism or what causes it those 30 days, I drowned myself in music so as not to get caught up on the blue washing going on around me.  Some songs I listened to were happy songs that made me dance.  Other songs came with water works.  With even more awareness going on this year than tangible action that some families desperately need, a new playlist is needed.  In no particular order, here are the songs I’m listening to now. 

Enjoy! 

Danger Zone – I had to laugh when I heard this the other day.  This song!  Oh golly, it’s cheesy, but how many of us willingly enter “the danger zone” of debating vaccines online when we log into our social media accounts?  So many of us!  I don’t purposely log in looking to take a troll down, but I will politely chime in when I see misinformation being shared.  I will especially share my two cents when I have time and energy if the other side starts pontificating propaganda or disrespecting a parent’s decision.  Mind you, I know I don’t have to say anything, but some days I do choose to engage.  Knowing I may not change anyone’s mind, I tiptoe into the danger zone very carefully. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yK0P1Bk8Cx4

Get the Mercury Out – This song popped up on my newsfeed a week ago.  I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect song!  I’d shared it on Facebook quite a few times several years ago and always got good feedback.  The best comments came from the moms who were on the fence about vaccines.  Knowing they “should probably look them up” but were unsure of where to start their research, posting this song offered the opportunity to drop some resources, websites, and truth bombs in a private message later.  The beat’s good, the message is great.  Go ahead, and give it a listen.  I think you’ll like it.  (P.S. I know it’s not just mercury that’s gotta go…I’d be okay if other ingredients were also taken out…or if entire vaccine program did a disappearing act, too.)   

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mXDVOG-EHgI

Everybody Knows – So what does everybody know?  Everybody knows that vaccines are safe and that autism cannot be caused by vaccines.  Duh.  But, wait!  Some of us disagree with that.  Everybody should know that vaccines, like all pharmaceutical products, come with risks and that they don’t always work.  But they don’t.  Not everybody knows yet which is why some of us choose to speak up.  We must!  Until everybody knows the whole truth, we will keep talking, sharing, blogging, speaking, and writing about vaccines and autism and the link between them.    

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RaJAxdGeZ4E

Lose Yourself – Being the parent of a special needs child can be all sorts of things.  It can be rewarding.  It can be thrilling.  It can also be frightening.  One day can be filled with one emotion, and the next with an entirely different one.  Depending on the situation, we may see multiple emotions and all at once!  It can be incredibly overwhelming to be the Mom or the Dad, especially if you have other children.  Moms, Dads, be good to you.  It is so hard to do sometimes, I know, but make sure you are taking care of you, too.  When the good days are good, life is awesome.  Focus on that because bad days can quickly bring us down a deep, dark hole.  Just promise me that wherever you are on this journey, don’t lose yourself in the process.  (*little bit language in this Eminem song…but that signing the young woman does – wow.  Check out all that ASL!)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KoVDZJqTmRo

This Is Me – I heard this song for the first time last week.  Minus the beard, I couldn’t help think, this is me!  This is many of my friends, too.  When it comes to defending our beliefs, we are no stranger to insults.  Sharp words cut us down, but we are brave, strong and absolutely unapologetic for who we are.  We believe something that society wishes we didn’t:  that our kids were harmed.  Guess what?  They were!  Some of our kids are still hurting.  We march to a new beat because of what happened to them and to us.  It’s not a life we ever thought we’d live.  It’s not a fight we thought we’d have to fight.  But that fight, that resolve, that intense drive to help our children has turned us into who we are.  Who are we?  Brave, unapologetic, and strong.  This is me!! 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CjxugyZCfuw

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Speaking in Pictures

by Cathy Jameson

I’m tired. I’m frustrated. I’m done with the media. Some days, I want to walk away. I think other parents feel the same. I can speak for other parents out there who feel the same way. They’re tired. They’re frustrated. They’re done with the media. They may want to walk away, too. But, the public is still being told to embrace and celebrate autism while also being told to ignore what parents of children with autism, like us, are saying.

For some of us, vaccines had something to do with our child’s autism diagnosis. Instead of listening to us for advice, the public is told to tune us out. Some do. And that’s their right. It’s a shame, though, especially this month with all the blue-washing that’s going on.

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Photo credit: Karen Fuller

With as much information people have access to compared to when a lot of us parents started out, you’d think fewer children would be falling onto the spectrum. The exact opposite is happening. The more we’ve been ignored, the higher that autism rate rises. The higher other childhood disorders rise as well. What can we old timers do? Share more? Talk more? Write more? We’ve covered every single topic out there already!

I’ve already repeated myself a ton of times in writing, but I’m not ready to call it quits on this advocacy thing. So this week, I thought that I’d speak to other parents in pictures.

Curious?

Keep scrolling.

Unless otherwise stated, all images were from a google, twitter, or facebook photo search. Some photos show where they originated. Others do not. If we’ve shared one of yours and you want proper credit, please let us know.

I can’t say this enough, but young mamas and papas, please…

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That’s because…

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Forced vaccines right here in the good ol’ US of A? Yep. That’s happening.

If you don’t know your rights, or if you’re okay with the CDC’s schedule, take note of the possible path you/your child could be walking when you stick to that vaccine schedule:

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And how many vaccines is your little bundle ‘due’ to receive? Here’s a quick comparison using 2016 https://www.learntherisk.org/ stats:

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What if it was you, the adult, who was being told you needed all those shots? Ever think about that?

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It’s worth thinking about and asking about. I know it can be intimidating to ask questions, especially after…

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It can be awkward, but it’s okay to know more. It’s also okay to to look up the information on your own. Your health and your child’s health is worth it. Even if you sound like a crazy person when you share what you’ve learned.

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Honestly, I’d rather be crazy than ill informed, especially when it comes to knowing what to do for my child.

Speaking of being informed, here’s one way to do it. Read the vaccine package inserts, not just the 1 pager that your doctor or nurse tells you to read:

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That’s because…

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The CDC even states that…

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Too many parents learned that the hard way and later realized that …

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Which is why we want to be excited for you when you make announcements that a new baby is on the way, but this is how some of us feel instead:

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Really.

We want to be excited, but new mamas are being told to ignore their instincts, to trust corporations, to put their faith in man-made products and to listen to paid pharma spokesmen instead. Don’t believe me? Check out what your AAP is saying about one of the most natural acts ever:

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Breastfeeding isn’t natural? Um, yeah it is.

But there’s no money in that, so groups like the AAP, the CDC, and the FDA are constantly trying to remind us that…

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It’s mind blowing what we’re told to believe. Focus should be back on the individual. In this case, the child…

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You decide what goes in and on your child’s body. You get to pick what he eats, what she drinks, what hair care and hygiene products he needs, and which vaccines she will get.

That last product, which comes with no money-back guarantee, deserves as much research time as your baby’s crib, car seat and which type of paint you’re going to put in the nursery. Should you opt for vaccines, just remember that…

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Nor can you sue the government should that decision go wrong…

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And for those who poo poo parents’ decisions to opt out of vaccines or who want to blame disease on the unvaccinated, please remember that…

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Instead of questioning me, I have a question for you…

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Some of us come at vaccines at a different angle. Those of us whose child suffered greatly post vaccination were with the pro-vaccine crowd at one time. Lots of pro-vaxxers tend to forget that. At one point, we were with you 100%. But when our child was left with a host of medical problems, to include autism, our lives were flipped upside down and we were forced to rethink everything we were taught, told, and believed. That’s shaped me into the person I am today.

Who am I?

Well, besides being just an old, tired mom speaking in pictures this week…

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Cathy Jameson is a Contributing Editor for Age of Autism.


A Series of Unfortunate (Autism) Events

A-series-of-unfortunate-events-teaserBy Cathy Jameson

I haven’t gotten much done while the kids have been home on Easter break this week.  Always hoping I’d be able to catch up or finish at least one project while we’re home and not running all over town, other things have kept all of us busy.  With the end of the week approaching, I hadn’t yet had a chance to brainstorm anything for today’s Sunday post.  So, while we sat at the orthodontist’s office late Thursday afternoon, I asked the kids for some help.  

What’s inspired you? 

What’s been floating through your minds this week? 

What do you think people want to read about this weekend?

Ronan’s younger brother said, “Oh, you can tell everyone that we’re watching all the new A Series of Unfortunate Events shows.  Remember how you made us wait until after Good Friday to watch the new season?” 

Smiling, I said, “I do remember that, and I’m glad you took time on Good Friday to be quiet and reflective instead of watching TV all day.”  Lemony

Willem continued, “Yeah, but then, we binged the entire second season Saturday and Sunday!”

Smiling again, I laughed and said, “You did.  You’ve also devoured reading and rereading almost every single one of the books again this week, too!  But you know what, as much as you like it, some of the readers here may not know about the show or the books it’s based on.”

Thinking, Willem responded, “Well, we could tell them about some unfortunate autism events that we and Ronan have gone through.  How about that?” 

“My darling, I think you’re onto something,” I proudly stated.

“Plus,” one of the other kids chimed in, “It’ll help people know that we need than just more awareness this month.  Awareness is not going to make autism any better in our house.  It just isn’t.”

I nodded and said, “Right you are.”

“So, what unfortunate events do you remember, ones that made you frustrated?  Lots of people know that you kids are super kind and caring, but that’s because I love to highlight those moments.  I’ve shared that things can be really hard for me as a mom, but I don’t always include how hard it can be on you guys.”

Lowering his head, Willem quietly said, “You could tell them about the time that Ronan came to breakfast naked.” 

“You mean like he did this morning?” I asked. 

Giggling, I said, “The first time was kind of funny.  That’s because he hadn’t yet hit puberty.  But the latest time, like this morning when he was just wearing socks and his headphones.  Yeah, it wasn’t so funny.” 

“Mom, it was totally embarrassing.”

“I know, honey.  I was actually embarrassed, too,” I admitted.

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Autism At The Foot of the Cross

Easter angelBy Cathy Jameson

I know that our readers come from many different backgrounds – both religiously and politically, but today, today is a day that Christians around the world celebrate new life, new hope, and a new beginning.  It’s Easter, and I’d like to take time today to reflect on why it’s a special time of year for my family. 

My kids are still young enough to want Easter egg hunts.  After Mass, my youngest is planning on spending the entire day in an old bunny costume she’s worn for Halloween.  But first, before the candy and the toys, we celebrate the holiness that comes with this feast day.  In order to do that, the kids start to quiet down.  They actually started to do that a few days ago.  Reflecting each day on what Jesus was doing this week thousands of years ago, they imagined Him in the upper room on Thursday evening and in the garden on Thursday night.  They imagined Him carrying the cross Friday morning.  Then, they remembered Jesus being nailed to the cross at noon on Friday.  From noon – 3pm on Friday, they watched The Passion.  I didn’t direct the kids to do any of this, so it was quite impressive that they encouraged each other to be so quiet, thoughtful, and reflective! 

Watching them prep like they did, and hearing them talking about the crucifixion, got me thinking about an expression:  Bring it to the foot of the cross.  You may have heard that before.  Christians will sometimes say it to a friend during times of trouble.  Confiding that something is wrong, they’re told to take the problem to the foot of the cross:  Don’t go it alone, friend.  Bring it to God.  He’ll help.  I have been telling myself more and more to remember to take my troubles, my worries, and my fears to the foot of the cross.  

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The older Ronan gets, the more worries I have.  I shouldn’t worry as much as I do because, most of the time, problems we’ve had have worked themselves out.  But on the days where I find that I can’t see beyond what’s right in front of me, I become overwhelmed and will mentally fall in a heap.  When that happens, that’s where you’ll find me calling out for help.   

Like when Ronan’s pricey medication was no longer covered under his insurance plan:  Lord, this is so hard! 

Like when Ronan started having grand mal seizures:  God, what is happening?

Like when I’m just so tired and have no energy left for anyone:  Jesus, please help me. 

Pausing, reflecting, asking for help – it’s not an uncommon practice for anyone to do that.  In fact, it’s one thing that all people can do no matter what their religious background is. 

Last week, after a few tough weeks that had finally turned around for the better, I started to think about times when we, Ronan’s family, could be at the foot of the cross.  Was it when I had to tie Ronan’s shoe for the millionth time?

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Or when brother was asked to read the same lines from one of Ronan’s books out loud all afternoon?

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Spring Cleaning Special Needs Files

Retro wife cleans dad in backgroundBy Cathy Jameson

The kids had a snow day last week.  While they usually do better with a routine, I will always welcome an alarm-clock free day in the middle of the week.  With no need for any of us to leave the house, I wondered what I could do with the oodles of hours I had in front of me.  I could catch up on bills and emails.  I could make a double batch of gluten-free pancakes for Ronan.  Or I could clean out my closet.  Since it had been a while since I went through my closet, I decided to start some spring cleaning there.  Tossing aside clothing I didn't care for or fit it into anymore, by lunchtime I had a nice stash of giveaways to bring to the thrift shop.  I had half the day still ahead of me, so I decided to deep clean my closet.  That meant pulling out some storage bins I'd stashed in a dark corner under some dresses.  On the floor, hidden behind some full-length gowns I have, the bins were filled with old IEP notes, copies of old medical records, and countless years’ worth of old EOBs.  Only I knew about those papers, and for years, I let them bother me.  

I know I should've chucked much of what was in those storage bins a long time ago, but for several reasons I’d saved every single piece of paper in them.  I knew I had a big job ahead of me, so I lugged everything to the dining room to start to go through it.  Some documents were originals while others were copies.  The earliest reports went back to 2001 and to my first pregnancy.  All my life, I couldn’t wait to be a mom.  When I saw my old medical record, I was whisked back to happy memories.  With that ‘textbook’ pregnancy and a healthy baby resulting, I was as equally excited when we learned that child number 2 was on the way.  As I continued to go through each file folder, I was fast-forwarded in time.  Files related to Ronan were now at my fingertips.  My emotions changed. 

In that next stack, I came across handwritten notes mixed in with therapy reports from Ronan’s preschool days.  I found food diaries I'd kept when Ronan was being seen at a feeding clinic.  I found emails I’d printed out from other moms.  Some were encouraging, Cat, you can do this!  Others were littered with terms I’d yet to fully comprehend – Look up the Omnibus, vaccine injury tables, and mitochondrial disease.  Reading through some of those pages was hard.  I knew so little back then.  What I did know at the time, that my once healthy child now needed intensive care, didn’t make any sense. CJ vax docs

Some days, it still doesn’t make sense.

The more Ronan-related papers I found, the slower I started to sort.  Therapy suggestions, educational goals, medical emergencies, and outdated treatments plans brought me back.  They brought me back to a very dark place, but I continued.  One page at a time.  One painful memory at a time.  I read everything.  It was not easy, but if I was going to get this spring cleaning job done right, I needed to go through each page I’d saved.  After reading each page, I then needed to decide something:  keep it, recycle it, or toss it. 

Even though some of the paperwork brought back memories that are now part of an unfortunate reality, I decided to save several forms and statements.  My save pile was small, but later, something in it would become quite significant.  If I decided not to save the paper, I recycled what didn’t have any identifying information on it and created a pile of things to be shredded. 

Another hour.  Another file.  Another stack to read.  As the day wore on, I was happy to see my shred pile growing.  Toward the end of the day, I pulled out a file that was filled strictly with medical papers.  That file contained pharmacy print outs and medical encounter reports.  I’d stapled the reports to the accompanying Explanation of Benefits (EOB) from our old insurance company.  Save, recycle, toss.  Save, recycle, toss.  I’d gotten into a groove, but I then cringed.  I saw the term "Preventative" on one of Ronan’s EOBs.  Next to it was a dollar amount.  $102.42.  If I could get a refund on those vaccines, I would. 

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Speak Truth, a Follow up to When the Siblings Speak

 

Sschool House Rock billBy Cathy Jameson

Groups rights in this case would be too great of a risk.

That was the feedback that my daughter’s proposed bill received. After Fiona submitted the mock bill, which aimed to secure a student’s right to an education as well as guarantee the right to employment, she wasn't terribly shocked at the response.  Some adults have yet to realize how important it is to protect their personal health care rights.  To ask a bunch of teenagers to fully understand and vote on a topic she’s spent years supporting was a pretty steep task.

Maybe these other students haven't experienced what Fiona has when it comes to vaccines.  We're both very grateful for that, but the other teens’ skewed thought - that the greater good is more important than the rights of an actual individual - does no one any good.  I asked Fiona about the mock bill process and what she thinks she would’ve done differently if she ever had a similar assignment for her government class.  Here was our conversation:

After you turned in your bill, what came next?  

My classmates’ bills were randomly assigned to another high school government class in the US.  That other class read through each bill and participated in a mock committee debate.  The bills submitted could either be passed, amended, or rejected.  If a bill was rejected, like mine was, you couldn’t make any changes.  It basically died in committee.

Did any of your classmates' bills make any progress?  If so, which ones? 

Yes.  Many of the ones that went farther than mine were about environmental issues, alternatives for energy, and gun control. 

How long did it take for your bill to get shot down?  

It was about a week and half after I submitted it.  That doesn’t mean they debated for that long.  That would’ve been nice if they did because that would make me think that they were really into debating this issue.  It’s an important issue, and these other students are going to have to consider vaccines in the future, not just for themselves but if they ever have kids, too.

Did you expect it to be rejected by the committee?  

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Coordinated Care

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By Cathy Jameson

A new care coordinator was assigned to Ronan a few weeks ago.  Wanting to meet us so she could explain her role and how her company can assist families like ours, I really wasn’t looking forward to meeting her.  She’s straight out of mainstream medicine, an area of medicine that doesn’t usually go out of their way for moms like me.  Moms like me question, doubt, fear, and don’t appreciate everything being offered.  What they say is preventative really isn’t.  What mainstream med says is safe and effective really hasn’t been.  What they say is mandatory really shouldn’t be.  Feeling apprehensive, but knowing that this meet up was an inevitability because of the type of program Ronan was in, I made plans for us to get together on Monday of last week.  

During the meeting, I believe that I gave her enough information to satisfy her questions.  Ronan has this diagnosis and that diagnosis.  He uses this equipment and is on that prescription.  We see this doctor, that doctor and those therapists over there.  He requires this amount of assistance and that amount of support.  Getting more personal, I was able to share that oh, yes, he is well taken care of and well loved.  He enjoys watching movies, playing Wii, and oh...no, he did not get this year’s flu shot or that pneumonia vaccine...but thanks for asking!  

Waiting for the next round of questions, I watched the young nurse fill out Ronan’s forms.  Checking this box, crossing out that wording, circling this option and x-ing out that answer, she remained silent.  I did, too.  She didn’t get to know everything.  Part of being the kind of mom mainstream medicine tends to loathe,  I’ve learned when to speak.  I’ve also learned when to shut up and just listen.  I don’t always like to do that, but it’s part of what moms like me have had to do.    

An hour had passed.  The last part of the meeting with the care coordinator was talking about and making goals.  Goals?  Medical goals?  In all the years Ronan’s been seen, evaluated, and treated, no medical person has ever asked me about making medical goals for Ronan.  Even so, I blurted out two as quickly as she’d asked:   

#1 To make the seizures stop

#2 To restore Ronan’s speech

Without making a comment, or showing any emotion, she wrote down what I had said.  Then, I waited.  I waited for some advice.  

But, I got none in reply.  

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Autism’s Caregivers

Family StoryBy the Jameson Children

We heard about a doctor who recently made some hurtful comments.  He insulted parents who are “anti-vaccine”.  He said that those parents hate their kids. What an absurd and unprofessional thing to say!  Sadly, we think that doctor really, really believes that moms and dads, like our mom and dad, hate their kid. 

If mom hated being Ronan’s mom, she wouldn’t spend all of her time with him.  But she does.

If mom hated Ronan, she wouldn’t spend thousands of dollars on his therapy.  But she does.

If dad hated Ronan like that doctor says dad does, he wouldn’t take Ronan out on Daddy dates to his favorite restaurant.  But he does. 

If dad hated being Ronan’s dad, he wouldn’t get up in the middle of the night to help Ronan get back to sleep.  But he does. 

If dad hated Ronan, he wouldn’t work hard every single day, and also work two jobs, to make sure Ronan gets the care he needs now and in the future.  But he does.  CJ palyground 1

Our parents do not hate our brother.  They love him very much!  You can see that love in everything they do for him.  You can feel that when you watch them helping him.  They help him all of the time, I mean, Allllll of the time.  Parents who hate their kids don’t give them healthy, organic foods.  They won’t make sure their kids get their medicine.  Our parents do all of that even though they’re tired, and it costs a lot. 

That doctor made a false claim and he did it in public in front of other people.  Not only that, someone offered to print his rude words.  Now more people can know what he said.  That could be a good thing, we guess, because then more people will see that he’s not exactly a kind, caring doctor.  We know a few kinds of doctors, and you know what, they like that our parents work as hard as they do!  Some of the nurses say that Ronan is their favorite patient.  They also say to mom, “Mom, you know him best.  Tell us how we can help you.”  That’s pretty awesome.  That’s how doctors and nurses are supposed to be, nice and caring.  We’d never want Ronan to be under that other doctor’s care. 

Since he’s in a position of some kind of authority, some of the people may think that other doctor is important and will probably believe him.  If he could just see what we see.  Our mom and dad want only the best and will do whatever they can for Ronan.  Ronan can’t talk or take care of himself completely yet, but mom and dad make sure he’s okay.  They make sure he’s happy.  They protect him also.  They’ll protect him from doctors like that one who wasn’t nice to moms and dads.

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Best of: Break My Stride

StrideNote: Cathy has the weekend off. She wrote this post this time of year in 2014. 

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. 

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When the Siblings Speak

Sister and brotherBy Cathy Jameson

Ronan’s siblings tolerate quite a bit from their brother, but they rarely ever complain about it.  They could – the noise he makes when he gets overly excited is ear piercing, the attention he needs is constant, and the frequent rearranging of their schedule because of his needs gets tiring.  It can be heartbreaking for them.  It can be heartbreaking for me as well. 

Being able to live through what they have had to has made Ronan’s siblings stronger though.  It’s made them more sympathetic.  It’s made them more aware of issues other kids their ages are years away from being introduced to.  Knowing what they know and witnessing what they’ve witnessed has made them more vocal, too.  Ronan’s big sister has taken her sibling viewpoint to the classroom a few times already.  She did so again last week.

Fiona was assigned to write a bill for one of her classes.  She told me she could’ve picked from any number of topics but immediately knew which one she’d write about:  vaccines.  More specifically, she wanted to focus on vaccine choice.  I had no doubts that she’d put 100% effort into her work, but I asked her, “Are you sure?  Are you sure you want to go there?”  Other teachers know that Fiona’s younger brother’s health drastically declined post vaccination and have been very understanding.  I wasn’t sure if this teacher would also be.  I shouldn’t have worried.  My girl took the challenge and ran with it.  Before I could ask her again if she wanted to reconsider, she confidently replied, “Mom!  Don’t worry.  I’ve already got a lot done, and it’s not even due for a few weeks.” 

For the next few weeks, Fiona collected quite a bit of information.  Some of it was added directly to the bill while other data was entered on a worksheet and saved as a reference.  Because the topic of her bill is a topic we discuss regularly here at Age of Autism, I asked Fiona if I could share some of the information in today’s post.  Enthusiastically, she said yes. 

Topic:  Health and Safety

Purpose: To ensure that all students (preK-Post Baccalaureate) in any public, private, and/or charter schools, and all employees in the private and government sectors are guaranteed their right to an education and employment without regard to their vaccine status.

Benefits: the guarantee of educational rights and employment security

Effective:  immediately and indefinitely

Knowing that the bill she was asked to write could raise some eyebrows, Fiona offered comments.  She didn’t need to do that, but she found a section where she could include supportive information.  She wasn’t adding it wasn’t just to supply useful facts and figures but to educate others, especially those who have yet to experience negative side effects of vaccines like she has: 

This bill gives the people the opportunity to attend school and work without jeopardizing their personal or medical rights.  It does not take anything away.  It does the opposite - it protects citizens' rights and opportunities. 

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All His Life

Then and nowBy Cathy Jameson

I don’t usually take him with me, but Ronan accompanied me to my doctor’s appointment last week.  Since he had been to this facility previously, I wasn’t worried that he’d have any problems going again.  The only struggle he’s had when he’s gone with me to my appointments is when I’ve had a blood draw.  When the tourniquet is tightened around my arm, the panicked look on Ronan’s face speaks volumes.  Not surprisingly, needles do a number on him.  His immediate physical response to bat the phlebotomist away from me isn’t necessary, but in his eyes, he’s protecting me.  I’m glad that he has that instinct.  Since I wouldn’t be having any blood draws at this appointment, I knew Ronan would be fine to join me.  Happily, he was. 

Since it was not the first time Ronan had gone with me to this clinic, the doctor knew a little bit about my son already.  He’d commented on the noise-cancelling headphones and asked about the signs he was using after meeting Ronan.  I gave a short answer, “He has regressive autism and is non-verbal.”  It wasn’t a complete answer, but it would do. 

Because he’d taken notice of how different Ronan was compared to my other children, when we went over my family medical history later I made sure to say that, to my knowledge, no other relative shares the same combination of medical conditions that plague Ronan.  That information made the doctor’s eyes widen a bit.  I was glad to see that response.  Sometimes that look is accompanied with a long pause which gives me enough time to add, ‘Yep, we saw him decline post-vaccination.  The vaccines ended up doing more harm than good.’  But this guy returned his focus back to me quicker than others have and continued with the next question on the intake form.  After all, it was my turn to be the patient, not Ronan’s. 

That initial meet up was months ago.  Months ago, I walked away deep in thought when I left the doctor’s office.  I did so again last week.  As with other appointments, both Ronan’s and my own, I had lots to think about.  This time though, I couldn’t shake something that the doctor had said.  What he’d said wasn’t about me or my health; it was about Ronan. 

The appointment that brought me back to his office last week was for a follow up.  A quick review of my previous tests and labs showed that things were looking good for me.  With nothing new to discuss except how to continue to keep myself healthy and out of the doctor’s office, the physician asked what changes I’d made.  I had taken a page from what had worked for Ronan and changed in my diet.  I told him that and getting better rest have done wonders for me these last few months.  Learning to say no to things – like the volunteering I’d been trying to squeeze in – gave me more time to rest and to eat better, and gave me energy to concentrate better on important, time-sensitive tasks that kept popping up.  Being as thorough as he could, which I appreciated, the doctor then went back and reviewed the symptoms that had brought me to him and made sure they were no longer a concern. 

While looking back through my chart to jog his memory, he asked me if I ever pinpointed when things started to bother me. 

Had you been in an accident?  No.

Had you changed anything in your living environment?  No.

Had you been under any stress?  I laughed. 

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Challenging Autism

Autism eye testBy Cathy Jameson

Last week, Ronan had an eye appointment at rather large medical facility.  We were going to a place where multiple specialties work under one roof.  That can be a blessing – providers have access to the main medical file and can look over other doctors’ notes to review current treatment plans and progress.  If any sort of collaboration needs to be done, communication to another specialist can happen quickly.  But, being in a large facility can have its drawbacks – instead of just a few patients, there are lots more patients, nurses, doctors, and medical stuff coming and going.  With that, there’s more sensory stimulation, waiting room time, and sometimes, an increase in frustration.  Just walking into a facility like the one we were going to could be a challenge for Ronan.  Knowing the types of tests he’d be asked to do that day would be also, so I did as much as I could ahead of time hoping things would run smoothly. 

Being unfamiliar with the location we were going, the first step, literally the one Ronan would take out of the car, could be hardest.  Happily, Ronan got out and then waltzed right into the building!  Curious about where we were and about everything he was seeing, Ronan took his time walking down the very long corridors to the clinic.  He pointed to words he recognized while we were in the elevator and also signed the ones he knew the sign to.  As we walked, he smiled and began to scroll through some of his favorite signs.  He does that to tell us he’s happy.  I smiled back at Ronan. 

Rounding the corner, my expression changed.  As I expected it would be, the waiting room was packed.  Oh, boy.  This could be a long day, I thought.  I was glad that I’d brought all sorts of Ronan-happy things (snacks, his favorite books, and an iPhone to watch favorite videos).  They would help keep Ronan distracted while we waited for his name to be called. 

While sitting and waiting after we’d been checked in, I began to feel apprehensive about the new provider assigned to Ronan’s case.  I’d learned that the doctor we were seeing was not the specialist I’d agreed to take Ronan to.  This doctor only knew Ronan on paper.  In order to get a better picture of what’s going on and why we were there, I’d need to offer a full history.  I began to mentally go over everything I wanted to say and ask him the new doc. 

With as many medical issues that Ronan has, I wanted to give as much relevant information as possible and prayed that what I said, and how I said it, would be respected.  My thoughts were interrupted after just a few minutes.

“Jameson.  Ronan?” a very young doctor called out. 

Making eye contact with him, I raised my hand and turned to Ronan.  “Hey, buddy.  That’s us.”

“Follow me, please,” the doctor said.

Since the doctor we’d been assigned was young, likely inexperienced with a child like mine, and would only be able to do so much before having to refer us to the head doctor, I walked into exam room 10 steps ahead of Ronan and quietly stated, “He’s non-verbal and has sensory issues.  Speak to him.  Tell him exactly what you’re going to do and why, and that should help.” 

Without replying to me, he turned to Ronan and said, “Hey, big guy!  Can you sit right here?” Ronan responded immediately and positively and got settled in the chair.   

Taking out some files I’d brought, I said, “Ronan signs.  It’s not straight up America Sign Language.  It’s more RSL…Ronan Sign Language, but if you need me to interpret anything, let me know.”  The doctor nodded his head, said he understood, and said, “You do what works.” 

Other people might have dismissed my attempt to help, but I felt myself begin to relax.  Still skeptical since he’d yet to begin the physical part of the exam, I watched the doctor for his next move. 

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Overheard

Hand ropeBy Cathy Jameson

There I was minding my own business while waiting to check out at the grocery store last week.  Not wanting to engage with anyone or deal with anything besides what was on my To Do list, I tried to ignore everything around me.  That worked until I glanced behind me and saw that several employees from various departments of the store had gathered in the same spot.  One of the women, an older gal, smiled brightly as a fellow employee approached the group.  The employee, in her early 30s and not in uniform, joined the women’s conversation.  She’d brought her toddler in with her. Everyone beamed. 

After greeting each other, all eyes and smiles were directed to the child.  Snuggled into his mama, I couldn’t see him too well.  Giving them their privacy, I turned around and took more items out of my cart.  As the conveyor belt moved my food closer to the cashier, I reached back into the cart for more items.  Stealing a glance at the ladies, I heard them chit chatting about the store, other co-workers and the weather.  Before long, the conversation turned, and the ladies’ expressions changed.  I didn’t hear what the young mama had just said, but I could hear the older lady’s voice quite clearly as she reached for and rubbed the little boy’s knee. 

“Oh, poor thing!  You got your shots today.” 

As their smiles turned into frowns, chills went up my spine.

Looking away from the doting older woman, I could finally see the boy’s face.  His eyes were a tad puffy, and his nose needed to be wiped.  Staring back at his mom, I noted that he was able to make eye contact.  

‘Good,’ I thought, ‘….for now,’ I added. 

I shuddered then focused back on what I was doing.  Unloading the last few things from my cart, I shook my head.  Still curious, I glanced one more time at the child.  The ladies were smiling again trying to make him laugh.  One in particular, that older one, kept the conversation going. 

“How old is he now?”

“Two,” the mom replied, “It’s his birthday.”

“Oh, it’s today!  Happy birthday!” the older gal squealed. 

 ‘You mean Happy Shot Day!’ I said to myself.

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Best of: I Have Come to Realize

Sun burn handNote: Cathy is enjoying a weekend with her beautiful family.  We ran this post in May of 2013.

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.

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Special Needs Advocacy Ideas to Kickstart the New Year

Map to hope
By Cathy Jameson

Parents of special needs children play many roles.  Some roles come naturally to them while others take time to learn.  One role is being an advocate.  The more involved a parent becomes in their child’s education, in securing adequate health care, and in planning for the future, the more advocating they may tend to do.  It may take time to perfect, but being an advocate is important. 

The longer I advocate for my son, the more I learn.  The more people I get to meet, too.  Some of those people are fellow parents while others are just kind souls who want to help moms like me.  I’ve met more than a few kind souls on this journey.  They help inspire me to continue to work hard for my child.  I shared a few advocating ideas that I learned from others 2 years ago this week.  I thought about a few more to add for 2018. 

From being an armchair advocate to being the person willing to pound the pavement, there are tons of ways to advocate for kids with special needs.  Depending on your level of comfort, this short list of suggestions can be started as early as today.  And don’t think that these ideas are just for special parents.  Siblings, grandparents, teachers, therapists, neighbors – anyone can become an advocate! 

1 Join a mailing list – Autism Action Network and National Vaccine Information Center make it easy to be in the know.  Cruise their websites to learn what their missions are and to see how you can help. 

Ready to take it a step further?  Once you catch up on the latest news, consider contacting your representatives about issues that will affect special needs parents, like parental rights.  If an issue is near and dear to you, think about getting some facetime with your Rep.  Not comfortable speaking up yet?  Attend a legislative session, a town hall meeting, or a public forum.  Even if you don’t speak up, because speaking up can be nerve wracking, be present.  There is strength in numbers. 

2 Host a movie night – I am a movie documentary junkie.  I love to watch them because I love to learn!  I also love to share what I have discovered with others.  If you love to learn also, consider hosting a movie night with friends.  Invite the ones who have shown interest in what you’ve shared about your child, their autism, their vaccine injury, or about dietary changes or protocols you’ve used.  Think about inviting your skeptical friends, too.  Maybe hearing the information from a different source will open their mind and lead to new conversations.  Need some movie suggestions?  Here are just a few:  Trace Amounts, Greater Good, BoughtVaxxedForks Over Knives,  and Fed Up.

Ready to take it a step further?  Host a movie night at a local public library – reserve or rent one of their conference rooms.  Reach out to producers of the film and ask if you can do a short A and A via Skype before/after the event.  If you have the means, donate a copy of the movie to the library, the nearest university library, the special needs department in your district, or to the neighbor who needs a reminder that your child isn’t intentionally being difficult like they believe he or she is. 

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Live Through This

Champion fall out boyBy Cathy Jameson

“…if I can live through this…I can do anything…”

I heard a song a few months ago while driving around town running some errands.  It was still playing on the radio when I got to my destination.  Rocking out to it while sitting in my car in the Costco parking lot, I waited until the song ended before resuming my busy day.  Once it was over, I turned off the car and grabbed my shopping list.  Repeated the refrain as I walked into the store, I told myself, Don’t forget to look up the lyrics when you get home.  It would be a few hours before I’d make my way back home though.  When I finally got there, I completely forgot to look it up.  Last week in the midst of some other errands that had me running all over town, the song came on again.  I had just turned on the car.  Staying in the parking spot so I could listen to the lyrics, I rocked out to the song once again.  

…I’m calling you from the future

To let you know we made a mistake

And there’s a fog from the past

That’s giving me, giving me such a headache…


Golly, is that my life or what?  It isn’t every day, mind you, but I do feel like mistakes have been made.  Some people can look past mistakes, theirs and ones made by others.  They can let the past go, and I applaud them, but I will still sometimes struggle with the “I would have if I could have” thoughts that pop into my head.  They pop into my head when Ronan has another seizures, when he lashes out at his loving therapists, and when he pulls his sisters’ hair.  Those frustrating moments bring out the worst in Ronan.  They can bring out the worst in me and make me want to throw every positive thought I have out the window.    

…I got nothing but dreams inside

I got nothing but dreams…

 

Ahh, yes, those dreams.  Those dreams!  I believe in them, and I hope in them fully.  Dreams help me put one foot in front of the other.  They help me get out of whatever funk I have gotten myself into, too.  Falling into a funk - that happens, and it’s hard to get out of sometimes.  Most of the time the funk happens when I get a peek back at the past.  People have told me to stop thinking about the past and to move on.  They are usually people with much higher functioning children or people who have no children at all.  I don’t begrudge them for not understanding, but I also don’t give them too much of my time.  It is sometimes pointless to talk to them because they don’t have the same deep, emotional scars I have.  But I’d love to ask them how does one move on fully when the past lingers as much as it does in the present? 

Ronan never made it through certain stages. 

He never hit some major milestones. 

He hasn’t grown up like other typically developing kids have. 

His past included enjoying baby books, watching baby movies, and wearing diapers.  Presently, he still likes his old baby books, still likes baby movies, and still wears diapers.  The past never left.  It parked itself in our home, and on some days, it rules our house morning, noon, and night!  Believe me I’ve tried to not think about the past, but it’s right there in my face all day long.  I handle it by dreaming about the future and living as hopefully ever after as I can.  That’s because …I can do anything…

People ask me all of the time, Cat, how do you do it all?  Some days, I seriously don’t know, so I sheepishly reply, I just do what I have to do.  Ronan needs me.  He needs endless support.  I do what I can when I can.  That’s because I believe that Ronan can do anything.  If I think otherwise, I’ve set him up for failure.  This kid hasn’t failed anything!  Other people may have failed him, but he has soared.    

…If I can live through this…

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Family First

Family StoryBy Cathy Jameson

Knowing how much work it takes to keep Ronan happy and safe, my sister's family is more than patient with us when we visit.  They are more than generous, too.  Before we arrive, they've stocked their shelves with safe food items for Ronan to eat because they understand that sore tummies are not easy to deal with.  Knowing he's a kid who's prone to wander, they promise to help keep an extra eye on the doors with us when he’s in the house.  Fully understanding that Ronan needs some quiet space, one of the cousins takes time to clean up his room for Ronan and offers to sleep on the floor in another bedroom.  It's a lot of work to host us, but we never feel like we've overstayed a welcome when we're at my sister's house.  

Overloaded with excitement, the siblings were beside themselves with joy when we began to pack our bags to travel to family for Christmas.  I was excited, too.  I was until a diaper exploded in my sister's washer.  If you've never experienced a full diaper exploding in a washer, consider yourself lucky.  

Having completely forgotten about it by the time I got to wash a very full load of linens Ronan had peed on in the middle of the night, I was embarrassed.  The gel beads from the diaper and the pull up he wears over the diaper each night were everywhere.  In his pajamas, all over the full-size afghan throw, and in his socks that I'd washed, it would take 45 minutes to find and remove every single bead.  Trying to find the positive after dealing with that mess, I told my sister she now had the cleanest washer in her neighborhood.  We laughed because what else can you do in a situation like that?  

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Autism Reflections and the Jesse Tree

The Jesse TreeBy Cathy Jameson

Every evening for the last two weeks, I’ve read a page from a book called The Jesse Tree.  Bought years ago when I was still teaching, the book rests on a shelf in my living room for most of the year.  Filled with hope and thoughtful reflections, I look forward to using it with my own children starting the first week of Advent.  The book is very simple and helps us remember the reason for the season.  Read aloud right before we eat dinner, the kids learn something from it.  Most days, I do, too. 

The book I have encourages conversations about Jesus, about His lineage, and about how we’re called to serve others in His name.  The messages are quick and concise, and the symbols that accompany each story are meaningful as well.  The very first symbol is a family tree.  The tree’s branches are empty on day 1, but the excitement of which story and which symbol will be next keeps my kids interested.  Ronan isn’t as in tune as his siblings are, and he offers no input when I ask the kids about what they think the next story will be, but he sits and listens to the chatter around the table each night. 

One message that popped off the page at me on Tuesday evening had me going back to meditate on the passage and the short prayer that accompanied that day’s devotion.  The reading was from Exodus, the reflection was about Moses and the people of Israel, and the symbol was the Ten Commandments.  But it was something else that the author stated that caught my attention: “People live in the kind of society they build.” 

How true. 

As a child, the society that I envisioned I’d be living in as an adult is much different than the one I am living now.  Plus, never did I ever think I’d be part of two societies–one where my typical kids hang out and one where my child with special needs hangs out.  Sure, we crossover, but many times Ronan will stay in his own world while his siblings frolic and thrive in another.  As a family, we try to bridge the two societies as much as we can.  Ronan joins the siblings at their sporting events.  They join him for some of his therapy sessions.  They share some time together which we all find inspiring.  Some things shouldn’t be shared, though, like when Ronan becomes aggressive and attempts to pull his sisters’ hair.  We work through those terrible times always praying that positive encounters will be right around the corner. 

As a child of the 70s, I knew nothing about autism.  As a teen in the 80s, I still hadn’t heard of the disorder.  As a teacher in the late 90s, I had yet to see a student who struggled like so many children do today.  By the 90s, I’d finally heard of autism, but it wasn’t until the next decade did my son’s autism introduce me to a society where I have become a long-term resident.   

Thinking about who’s helped me find my way in a place where I had no direction and that I had desire to be, I recalled past conversations with other newbie parents.  I remembered other parents, the veterans of the community, and their words of wisdom.  I also thought about the groups and companies that helped me learn how to help Ronan.  Honored to serve others, each person I’d encountered had become a beacon for me.  Their acts of kindness were forever etched in my heart, and each one is still very much cherished by me. 

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Good Lord

Sunday thoughtsBy Cathy Jameson

My son’s vaccine injury has kept me from believing in the system.  It’s also kept me from being grateful for pharmaceutical companies, especially ones that cannot be held responsible for damages their products cause.  So when I heard that a pharmaceutical company listened to the people and created something that the people wanted - and that we were being asked to thank them, my interest was piqued.  It stayed piqued when I learned that a morally acceptable vaccine, a vaccine that did not contain aborted fetal cell lines, was now on the market for consumers. 

I’ve written about how certain ingredients found in some vaccines go against my beliefs as a Catholic.  Aborted fetal cell lines?  In vaccines?  Yes.  That revelation was one of the first things that made me begin to question vaccines my children were scheduled to receive.  At the time, I was faithful to the schedule and hadn’t planned on deviating from it.  I can’t recall now who told me about the cell lines, but the more I started to read about the process the more horrified I became. 

I still have print outs of what I’d started to look up.  I still have emails between friends and a local doctor who shared the same concern that I did.  These other parents and I knew that we couldn’t opt for those vaccines.  But what could we do?  Our kids’ pediatricians were quick to tell us our children needed them.  Schools were even quicker to tell us young parents that our children needed those vaccines for school entry (which I later learned was not entirely true).  Some parents were beginning to delay their kids’ shots and others quietly opted out completely.  I respected their decision, but I was the one mom who planned to continue to take her children to their well-child visits religiously.  The problem of how to stay on schedule became a bigger problem though.  Determined to not veer from it, I remember doing everything I could to find vaccines not created with those cell lines.  I even called other pediatrician offices in other towns to ask which manufacturers they used.  Everyone used the ones we Catholics should not be using.  I was at a crossroads: give my kids the shots that go against my morals, or consider opting out.  I hadn’t planned on opting out, but I eventually had to.  In hindsight, I want to thank the Lord for that! 

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Sabotage

Talk to meBy Cathy Jameson

Ronan started speech therapy again.  We’d ditched it years ago after progress had plateaued.  That, and the onset of major transition issues Ronan had going into and out of the building, prevented him from gaining anything useful from his sessions.  He would get so frustrated.  His therapists and I would, too.  We all needed a break.  That break lasted over 2 years.  When I learned that a center we got to for other services was adding speech therapy, I thought it was time to explore it again.  Ronan’s six weeks into it now and is responding well. 

Since Ronan lost his voice post vaccination, I have been hell-bent on bringing it back.  He’s retained vocalizations, but the ability to say clear, concise words has never returned.  Before I got my hopes up too high this time going into speech therapy, I reminded myself it was actually Speech and Language Therapy.  It wasn’t just speech that he’d be working on.  He and his new therapists would be working on language skills as well. 

Language includes the study of what words mean, how to make new words, and how to use words together.  Ronan has that down pat but in a different form – words in print.  Ronan can identify words.  He can point to the sentence I’ve just read aloud.  He can type.  He can maneuver a computer keyboard and a tee-tiny keyboard on a small cell phone.  His sentence structure, syntax and punctuation skills are still rudimentary, but his message is always clear.  Just today, he typed (in a series of prompts) “Lock door ipad” on his voice output device indicating that he wanted me to open the door.  The door was closed.  Behind it was his iPad.  It needed to charge.  If he saw the iPad, he’d take it as soon as he saw that it had 1% battery power.  Since he was hoping to watch some Youtube videos, I wanted to charge it a little bit longer.  Ronan didn’t want to wait, but he did after I wrote my response, “The iPad is charging.  Play something else instead, please.”  Easily, I could’ve said that, but lately, he’s responding to directions and requests better when they are written. 

Ronan screens

After Ronan lost his voice, Ronan’s speech did not quickly come back like I’d always hoped and prayed that it would.  It still hasn’t.  So he found other ways to create meaningful communication opportunities with us.  Our new speech therapist saw that during the initial evaluation and was on the same page we were wanting to further develop those opportunities, especially with the voice output device.  At least I thought she was on board until she asked me to sabotage Ronan. 

Sabotage? 

Hearing that word didn’t conjure up a warm, fuzzy feeling.  I thought the exact opposite.  Sabotage was what an overbearing, oppressive tormentor uses on its victims.  And this is the approach this new gal wanted to use with my kid?  What an awful suggestion! 

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Walk On

Handicapped parkingBy Cathy Jameson

Ronan was a late walker.  At one point he’d had the ability to stand and cruise the furniture, but he started to lose his balance.  He started to lose his confidence.  He began to lose some of the gross motor skills he’d developed as well.  When we realized how delayed his physical development was becoming, we sought help.  Help included physical therapy, positive reinforcement, and lots of prayers.  After months and months of hard work, Ronan was able to walk all by himself. 

That happened one Sunday morning right before Mass.  My husband and I were in the courtyard holding hands with Ronan.  Ronan let go and walked into the sanctuary independently.  He walked through the entire church, the annex, the parish center and around the outside of the church, too.  With how confident he was, and with how much ground he covered, it was as if he’d never struggled with walking before.  I’ll never forget that day.  It was May 1st, 2005.  Because it was such a huge accomplishment, I celebrate it, even all these years later, like I would celebrate a birthday. 

Ronan doesn’t zoom all over the place like he did before.  He doesn’t climb things like he used to either.  Once a daredevil who knew absolutely no bounds, Ronan’s more content to sit and watch life go by.  When we have to go out somewhere, he will ask for assistance almost as soon as we get going.  He gets tired and his pace slows down considerably.  That can happen rather quickly.  Because he loses strength and stamina, and because of the other medical issues he has, when we go out of the house, we look for and park in handicap spots.  I don’t always use them, especially if there is a regular parking spot open close by, but I appreciate that they are available to us. 

For years, I fought getting a placard.  “There are other people worse off than us who need that parking spot more!” I’d argue.  A dear family member convinced me otherwise.  “Cat, the placard and that spot closest to entrance is not for you; it’s for Ronan.”  Humbly, I requested a handicap placard for Ronan at his next doctor’s appointment.  It was granted no questions asked. 

Most of the time, people who park near us are kind and generous with the space Ronan and I need to maneuver him out of the vehicle.  Other times, people stare.  I don’t let their ignorant stares bother me too much.  I have other things more pressing to worry about than what they think of me or him.  When we’re in the parking lot, my biggest worry is getting Ronan safely from the car to wherever it is we’re going (therapy clinic, store, school gym).  Everything and everyone else takes a backseat. 

A couple of weeks ago after picking up the kids from school, we pulled into a handicap spot closest to the crosswalk at the grocery store.  Ronan already had a full and physically taxing day, so I asked my girls to run into the store for me.  Fiona and Izzy immediately said they would while the rest of us waited in the car.  While my daughters were inside picking up the few items we needed, a man came out of the store with his grocery cart and groceries.  He loaded his stuff in his truck then walked across the road to the handicap spot directly in front of me.  Under my breath, I said, “No, no, no.  Don’t leave it there.  Walk it over, buddy.”

He did not walk the cart over.  Instead, he left it in the handicapped parking spot in front of us.  He was in no rush because instead of driving off, he stood outside his truck and smoked a cigarette.  I contemplated moving the cart.  The way he left it was in such a position that no one would be able to safely pull into the spot.

As I stewed, Fiona walked out of the store, I quickly called her and said, “Hey sweetie, see the cart in the spot in front of us?  Can you walk it over to the cart corral?”

Yep, she could.

And yep, she did.

With jaw dropped, the man, who was still standing outside his truck, watched my kid walk 3 short spots over and put the cart away.  Now, I know that some people don’t “wear” their special needs on them like others do (Ronan is a perfect example – he “looks so typical” until you know him and see that he’s got a lot going on), and this guy could’ve had some physical limitations that could’ve prevented him from putting that cart away.  But those limitations aside, he should never have plopped his cart in that handicapped spot or any regular spot for that matter.  There were other areas nearby that he could’ve placed it out of the way of traffic even without having to walk the 3 extra spots to the cart corral.

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The Failing Flu Shot. Got It? No, Thanks.

Did You educate Vaccinate
By Cathy Jameson

When I was growing up, we were taught four seasons:  spring, summer, autumn, winter.  Lasting 3 months each, they make up our year.  At some point in time, the medical and the advertising industry created a new season.  They call it the Flu Season.  Starting in October and lasting well into spring, a better term to use for those months of the year is Flu Shot Season. 

Even earlier, depending on where you live, this man-made season begins with signage.  Never advertising simple tips—like hand washing, avoiding contact with others while feeling under the weather, or covering sneezes—Flu Shot Season advertising goes into full force around the time that school begins.  Steadily increasing during the holidays, the advertising becomes more in-your-face.  So do the monetary incentives for flu shot consumers. Flu shot halloween

A quick internet search of “flu shot incentives” and “flu shot freebies” brings listing upon listing of how to cash in on free or reduced products.  How this is ethical is beyond me.  We’re not usually offered $5 off of groceries for other medical procedures, like for allergy testing or testicular cancer screenings; why, then, just for vaccines?  

Flu shot target

Flu shot sign images source: Google

No matter when, and no matter how many signs are placed or how many commercial spots are aired, the flu shot has, once again, received failing marks.  Straight from the CDC’s mouth, this year’s flu shot has been reported as ineffective.

Flu shot graphic

Image source: CDC

Even with that news, advertising continues.  It’s push, push, push that failed shot one more Flu Shot Season in a row.  If any of my children come home with academic scores similar to the yearly efficacy—or better said, the inefficacy—of the flu shot (“Adjusted Overall VE %” column), my eyebrows would be raised.  My patience would be worn thin.  My head would be spinning, and you know that there will be tons of questions – why is your average so low?  Did you miss class that day?  Were you goofing off?  Did you forget your book?  Notes?  To study?  My children know that they are responsible for their studies and that consequences follow low scores.  That doesn’t seem to be the case for the US vaccine program’s watchdogs. 

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Confessions of a Believer

Burn_candle_at_both_endsNote: This is a fabulous best of from our Cathy Jameson. Fall fell last weekend here in New England, when we turned back the clocks to early, dark afternoons. Thankfully, Cathy always provides light. From September, 2009.

By Cathy Jameson

With the season of fall right around the corner, I feel a sense of ominous cleansing. Shadows grow longer as the sun sets earlier. Crispy mornings greet me as I struggle to feel wide awake under my snuggly covers.  My older children begin a new academic year of learning and exploring while my son Ronan, who has a laundry list of special needs, makes tiny steps toward some progress.  Unfortunately, my positive outlook grows dimmer as the outside shadows begin to cast darkness through my living room windows. Why do I work so hard for the dream of bringing Ronan back to typical anything when the world immediately outside my front door gives little support toward his recovery? 

The very in-your-face swine flu “pandemic” is all over the mainstream media. It’s even made its way onto children’s television shows.  It’s across the nation and world with political leaders stepping up to the patriotic plate telling us apparent feeble-minded citizens to get this new vaccine to protect our country from the H1N1 flu.  How can one who has learned first-hand about negative reactions to vaccines feel anything but herded into an agenda that truthfully does not protect everyone?  The financial and political push with regard to the swine flu, the regular flu and that incredibly long list of childhood vaccines make me beg to differ when it comes to the current vaccine program.  When the many children who have been ill-fitted with vaccines and have succumb to adverse reactions (i.e., neurological delay, communication delay, gastroenterological problems) can receive the medical, educational, financial and emotional support they and their families needs, maybe I will be more open-minded to what the vaccine camps say.

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Beyond the Disability

Hope dandelionBy Cathy Jameson

We were at a children’s hospital last week for some testing.  Ronan had two appointments spaced several hours apart.  It was going to be a very long day for him.  It was going to be a very long one for me, too.  Despite that, I was actually looking forward to our day out.  We were catching up with one Ronan’s providers we met about a year ago.  Integral in getting some much-needed equipment and services for my son, I looked forward to hearing what else he might suggest I could, or should, be doing for Ronan.  Before that follow-up appointment though, Ronan was scheduled to see a new doctor.  He was also scheduled for some testing.  New people and new testing can make me nervous.  Understandably, they can make Ronan nervous, too. 

Ronan got through the first part of the day pretty really well.  Complimented for his patience and how he managed to deal with the intense sensory overload one of the tests caused him, the nurses and the doctors we encountered remained very positive and very patient-centered.  Speaking to Ronan, showing him the equipment they were going to use, and asking him for input knowing that he would not respond, they made Ronan as comfortable as they possibly could.  I was pleased.  Other families we saw coming in and out of the exam rooms that morning also looked pleased.  

Since we had about 2 hours before the afternoon appointment would begin, I thought we’d head over to the cafeteria to eat and rest.  But Ronan was already tired and the long walk to and from the cafeteria would do him in.  Finding a quiet area near the entrance of the clinic where he’d be seen next, I sat us down on a bench and took out the lunches I’d packed.  Ronan was happy to eat.  He was also happy to also have some time on his iPad. 

While we were eating lunch, a happy fellow walked past us.  Stopping when he saw Ronan, he struck up a conversation.  He noticed Ronan’s head phones and also the Minion Rush game Ronan was playing on the iPad.  I smiled.  The young fellow was verbal but was incredibly hard to understand.  His mom chimed in and told me a little about him – he’s in 8th grade and excited for high school where his big brother goes.  We talked about how big a transition that would be.  Commenting on Ronan’s head phones, I told the mom it was the best $11 we ever spent.  The boy laughed and said he liked them.  Then, he pointed to the game Ronan was playing.  Impressed with how well Ronan was doing, he offered a huge smile and lots of praise, “Yeah! Go! Did it!”  His mom translated everything else he would try to say to us. 

After a few minutes, they had to go.  As the boy turned toward the door, I thanked him for taking time to say hi to us.  He kept walking but was not done speaking.  This time, his mom didn’t have to tell me what his message was.  He’d already given Ronan 3 compliments, but he had one more he needed to share.  Already outside, he looked back at us and belted out, YOU’RE AWESOME!  I smiled and laughed a very happy laugh.  Down syndrome didn’t take any of this kid’s personality away.  If anything, it gave him more life.  What a treat for me to have been blessed by it. 

Because of his disabilities, that young boy, like Ronan, could potentially face life-long struggles.  Physical difficulties, emotional hardships, and other differences that typical children may never experience will be part of his life.  Those, coupled with the medical issues that brought him to the hospital that day, are his “normal”.  How that boy with Down syndrome choses to live with his normal will certainly help influence others around him, including his family.  His mom looked tired.  She did not have nearly the same pep in her step as her upbeat son did.  But she made sure to be present in the moments that were important to him, which included the few short minutes he stopped to chat with us. 

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