Imagine. Imagine your child was attacked viciously. So viciously, that they are left with life long seizures and disabilities. Their once precious dimpled smiling face is left with scars on top of scars of deep wounds from falls and broken noses, deep dark circles under their eyes and fat deposits from the onslaught of meds they have to take, and lack of nutrients due to not being able to force to eat anything they don’t want. Mentally disabled, crashing to the ground with blood and gore every few weeks. Imagine your life is forever altered, in tears, in lost personal dreams, in lost opportunity and goals.
His attacker, we’ll call him Allen, was not only allowed to be free, but was everyone else best friend. He pranced around in a anti-christ kind of Glory, only few knew he was the attacker. But you knew. You kept it to yourself for a while. Feeling hopeless that anyone would ever believe you. Because everyone LOVED Allen. Some people liked him just a little, didn’t care about him much, but didn’t give him too much notice at all. Some people thought he was God’s gift to the universe, and couldn’t believe why anyone wouldn’t just WORSHIP him. And also thought if you didn’t worship him, there must be something seriously wrong with you. And some others, few, although they were there, also saw him attack, their kids, other peoples kids…….. but it wasn’t THAT much of an attack, and they didn’t want to look bad in front of everyone else who loved him, so they kept quiet.
Imagine how that would feel……. to be the mom who’s child was attacked. She walks around in some kind of daze. Knowing that she KNOW’s and WITNESSED what happened to her child, but everyone she knows, everyone she loves and who SAY they love her, just straight up don’t believe that Allen would EVER do anything like that. I mean, he’s so nice, he is like the coolest dude ever. It’s hard for that mom to really be comfortable anywhere. Knowing that most people think she’s just trying to find a reason why her child is so disabled. When she already knows exactly who his Enemy and assassin is. And she has to smile and play along around him, because it makes other people uncomfortable when she’s not super nice. They say, “She’s just looking for an excuse, she should probably ask a doctor for a second opinion”. When we’ve had second, and third, and fourth opinions, hundreds of doctors who love Allen, who are totally unwilling to look past his popularity and glory to even consider he would do such a thing. Only a few doctors who know the dark side of Allen, actually have looked at the situation and said, “We believe you, we know he attacked Ben, because we’ve seen him attack so many others in this exact same way. And in those cases too…….. no one believed it was Allen.
And others still, who are the worst of the worst, say, “We actually DO know Allen attacked and maimed your son. But we think it’s worth it, because he does so much other good in the world. He can’t be good ALL the time, sometimes he has to get his aggression out, and your son was the unlucky one. Your son’s life is just a consequence of the supposed good Allen does in the world. But the truth is, Allen does not even do good….. he just makes a ton of money for his parents, by appearing to be so great.
And so I sit. With few that understand. So many that smile and nod, and pretend to care, all the while laughing inside themselves that they think they know better then me……… when it is the truth I know with all of my being, it is them who are deceived. I guess that should be enough, but it’s not. I feel so alone in the world because of it. I feel like there are few I can trust. How can I trust anyone who just automatically assumes I’m an idiot? It’s a hard place to be. Really praying to be better at living in this world…..
It’s been two years now since I wrote this. And honestly, I am in a better place. A much better place. So many people don’t look at me like I’m crazy anymore. I feel connected, and included, and heard. I am thankful. (June 2021)
Oh wow, that may be the best analogy I have ever seen about vaccine injury. I am going to share it on Twitter and with my family and friends. Even some of our family and friends who KNOW that our son is vaccine injured, still have that “but don’t we need vaccines?” cluelessness. And uh, no we don’t. Cause they are neither effective nor safe a lot of the time. Thank you for writing this! #vaxinjuryisreal #learntherisk #notbornwithit
Thank you Melissa. It’s a hard realization. I hope it helps others to understand, and those who live in that space to know they are not alone. Thank you for sharing! I don’t really do twitter, so you can link back to this blog. (not sure how that works, lol)
“Allen” is vaccines, I presume. My daughter had a smallpox vax at a few months; she stopped developing and just lay there. All she continued to do was nurse. We began to move her arms an legs cross-patternas a neighbor suggested, saying she read it somewhere. Thank God for her suggesting it. by 14 mos. she began to move and took her first steps by 17 mos. The elderly doctor actually apologized. Maybe more tomorrow. Those with young ones vaccine damaged, look up Glenn Doman. The Institutes for the Achievement of Human Potential; like a miracle! Great things You can do. Transformed daughter. Maybe more tomorrow on The Institutes.
Thank you for your comments, we had early intervevntion with our son and have done a lot of work. Nothing was strong enough to heal his severe damage. If you would like to know more about him, you can read some of my other blogs the “The business of risk” and Benjamin’s story. Thanks again for the comment.