Born: July 11, 1996
Vaccinated: July 13, 1996
Diagnosed with autism: November 18, 1999
I adore this young woman, Miss G. She is bright, funny, bouncy, kind, curious, thoughtful, energetic. She is her mother - if her mother had autism. She was born in the blink of an eye. No drugs. None. I didn't want to put anything harmful into my precious child. Then I authorized a Hepatitis B vaccine, with 12.5 mcg of mercury. It radically changed her within days. At birth, she nursed like champ. Latched on. Suckled. Slept. Cooed. When I returned home 48 hours later, she had a keening, high pitched cry that shocked her father, my mother and me. It was jarring. "She's a noisy one!" We didn't know we were hearing the sound of vaccine injury. WE DID NOT KNOW. By day four at home, she could no longer nurse properly. Instead of latching on, she thrust her lower jaw forward and gnawed at the breast to produce milk. I had sores and scabs and pain for 6 months. I called the nursing specialists. Nothing. I called La Leche. Zero. No one could tell me why my infant, who nursed with ease at birth was suddenly struggling to eat.
Three words: INFANT PRIMATE STUDY
A research team led by scientists from the University of Pittsburgh and Thoughtful House reported today that exposure to a birth dose of a hepatitis B vaccine that included an ethyl mercury preservative caused significant delays in the development of several survival reflexes in male rhesus macaque monkeys.
Three of nine reflexes showed significant delays in vaccinated macaques while two other reflexes were delayed and “approached significance.” As for the three significant reflexes, vaccinated macaques learned more slowly to: 1) turn their head in response to a brush on the cheek (the root reflex); 2) open their mouth in response to a brush on the forehead (the snout reflex); and 3) suck on a nipple placed in their mouth (the suck reflex).
I've made my peace with what happened to Miss G. I can't change it. It does not affect my love for her. It deepens it. I am her mother. Today, I celebrate Miss G and all her quirky, kooky, wake up at 4:00am every single day self.