Save the Parents
We've created a generation of Changeling Children. But we created Changeling Parents first.
I’ve been working on a second installment of the Autism Chronicles for almost a year now. A year.
I haven’t been able to confront it.
Cassandra’s Box wrote an interesting comment recently that unsettled me, and it has stayed with me, about the injured children, themselves, and how they must feel towards the parents who allowed them to be injured. And then followed it up with a piece on the creation of the Changeling Child.
W, in his more abusive moments, likes to tell me that I’m a terrible mother. I’m not being self-effacing when I say that I agree with him. But if we allowed the Changeling Children to be created, it was predicated on the creation of changeling parents. Where a mother’s intuition should be, we allowed something else to sneak in and swap it for reliance on “experts.”
I’ve had a document open for almost an entire year, trying to reconcile that moment that W was born, and I offered him up as a brand new infant to those in white coats. Where I smothered any instinct that should be there that would cause me to question the experts who, it turns out, really didn’t know much of what they claimed to be the purveyors of.
I can’t reconcile that moment. I don’t know when I started to recognize that what I was being told went against what I actually knew. That what “experts” were telling me to do actually went against my intuition. I don’t exactly know when that happened, and that’s what I was hoping to explore. But I was hoping to slow-walk myself through that process. Take the time to understand what has happened to myself and so many other parents around me.
But.
I don’t think society has that kind of time. I don’t think the world around us has that kind of time. We’re on a full-scale collision course with a disaster of catastrophic proportions.
I have nothing but contempt for the perpetrators of the greatest crimes against children we have ever seen. And they continue to commit them. When W tells me I’m a terrible mother, he may be right. I allowed experts to take my responsibility away, but we have to find absolution and make something of the ashes.
But the crimes were committed against the parents first. It had to be that way, or we wouldn’t have allowed them to commit them against the children.
It’s how parents willingly take their kids to Pride parades. Or drag shows. Or how they willingly sacrifice their teenagers to the gender ideology cult in a desperate attempt to keep them.
We created Changeling Parents before we created the Changeling Children.
If we want to save the children, we have to save the parents.
Listen, I’m an advanced practice nurse and my pediatrician made me feel like an IDIOT for asking if my child’s vaccines could be split up. I NEVER believed in the vaccine-autism connection, but in that moment when it was MY son, I wondered ‘what if those people who say there is a connection are right?’
So I asked if I could split them up. My pediatrician smirkingly asked me what was my concern and I lied because I KNEW she would be so smug that I was wrong if I admitted my actual concern. I told her I was worried he would have pain since I had not had a chance to give him Tylenol previously. She offered me Tylenol from her office and told me (lied) that parents who break up the shots typically don’t come back for them all (my new pediatrician says that’s the opposite of what they’ve seen).
And guess what? I let her assistant give my baby 6 or more (combined) vaccines. I’m NOT some middle school dropout, I’m an educated APRN who let myself be Belittled and Bullied from a place of genuine concern for MY child. So I would never throw a stone at you. You made a decision based on lies that other people told you that you didn’t know were lies.
How many moms would give their child anything if they knew no one had any liability for any adverse events? Answer: None of us. And that’s why they don’t want us to know.