Thursday on Larry King – Autism

http://www.cnn.com/CNN/Programs/larry.king.live/
The heartbreak …and hope of autism. Jason “J Mac” McElwain inspired the world with his incredible shot-making at a high school basketball game. Larry talks to the teen and others about the disorder. Holly Robinson Peete, Doug Flutie and Toni Braxton join the discussion to bust myths and present breakthroughs.

***Update – This show was moved from tonight to ?***

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The Vominator

According the International Emetophobia Society (yes, there is one!) fear of vomiting is ranked around the fifth most popular phobia.

I might be shocked by this if I didn’t, my niece didn’t and my best friend didn’t all obsessively fear all things to do with vomit. 

Seriously, how many words are there for vomit?  Puke, boot, barf, blow chunks, spew, ralph (my own personal fav) and so on…

Anyway, I have had this ralph fear since I was about 3 years old.  My family is Italian and Puerto Rican, and let’s just say that we aren’t a quiet sort.  You would do well to don some ear muffs at a family Sunday dinner. 

Everyone screams over each other, fights break out, women burp louder than men (I am seriously still sad that my niece took the burp queen crown away from me – she has a strong diaphragm because she is an incredible singer…look below)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ef7EfmJF38U

See! Damn!  I can’t compete!

We aren’t what most people consider normal folk, or what we like to refer to as “straights”. 

So, I remember vividly where and when I acquired my fabulous phobia.  I was about 3 years old and we were on our annual vacation at Old Orchard Beach, Maine.  The WHOLE family was there.  This meant that my Papa had to rent two huge cottages.

We traveled in a gigantic caravan that held every cousin, aunt, uncle, baby, animal and even some old biddies that I didn’t recognize – they were probably related though, maybe.

I digress.  Anyway, my jailbird uncle (doesn’t everyone have one?) got into a bar fight (doesn’t everyone have one?) on our first night of Maine bliss, and he ended up at the hospital having his broken jaw wired shut.

There was, of course, all of the accompanying outpouring of Italian hoopla over crazy Uncle J’s antics.  Screaming, fighting, hugging, crying, chastising, etc.  The usual.

Then Uncle J, being  jailbird Uncle J, decided that he could at least make the best of the situation and take his pain meds – along with about a dozen vodka tonics that he could drink through a straw to wash it down. Yum.

In no time, crazy Uncle J had to do the nasty.

He had to ralph.

“JESUS, MARY MOTHER, & JOSEPH! WHERE THE HELL ARE THE WIRE CUTTERS!!”

My mother, in typical fashion, was ripping at her hair and running around the cottage in full-blown hysterics frantically searching for the wire cutters, so that Uncle J wouldn’t choke on his own spew.

Hmm. 

I’m 3, so all I glean from this is “puke = death” .

Flash forward about 10 years, and I am lunatic around a sick person.  I do anything and everything to try to avoid illness and sick people.  God forbid I hear a gag!  You won’t see me again for a week.

Flash again to my wedding day, where I am telling my husband-to-be that I don’t think I want children.  I swear to God it was because I was afraid that they would throw up, which of course, they would.

Obviously, I changed my mind, and I have had kids, or I wouldn’t have this blog, and they have indeed ralphed many times.  Which I have cringe-faced and white-knuckledly helped them get through.

My fear still lingered.   

That is until a week ago.

This is when I met face to face with…

THE VOMINATOR.

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Ah, I must thank The Vominator profusely for his forced behavioral therapy.  The Vominator spewed on the rug.  He puked on the couch.  It barfed on the bed.  The Vom vommed it up in his car-seat, in the tub, on all of all of our clothing, in my hair, my eye (yes, my eye) and down my back.  He blew chunks in the kitchen, he booted on most of his toys – he ralphed more than any other girls or boys.

Yes, I have to thank The Vominator.  Now, I don’t need to join the message board for support on the International Emetophobia Society’s web-site.  I don’t need a slow approach starting with talking about it and moving to pictures and finally videos of ralphers in order to gently desensitize myself to my unnatural phobia.

Thanks to The Vominator, I am cured.

It feels nice, albeit, still a little fetid, but nice.

If you too suffer from emetophobia, let me know if you want some behavioral therapy boot-camp from The Vominator.

I’ll send him over the next time the stomach bug hits our house.

Interesting

Evidence Vaccine aluminum linked to autism and other neurological disorders.

 

The effects of poisons can be quick or extremely slow – building gradually up creating low grade debilitation diseases like in chronic fatigue syndrome or devastating neurological disorders like MS, ALS , and Alzheimer’s disease. Though neurodegenerative disorders have several pathways in their creation but nothing will burn up a neuron faster than mercury. This is also the case for aluminum hydroxide, just to a lesser extent. Vancouver neuroscientist Dr. Chris Shaw just finished his research that shows a link between the aluminum hydroxide used in vaccines, and symptoms associated with Parkinson’s, amyotrophic lateral sclerosis ( ALS , or Lou
Gehrig’s disease), and Alzheimer’s.[i]

 
Vaccines show sinister side
By Pieta Woolley      March 23, 2006

If two dozen once-jittery mice at UBC are telling the truth postmortem, the world’s governments may soon be facing one hell of a lawsuit. New, so-far-unpublished research led by Vancouver neuroscientist Chris Shaw shows a link between the aluminum hydroxide used in vaccines, and symptoms associated with Parkinson’s, amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS, or Lou Gehrig’s disease), and Alzheimer’s.

Shaw is most surprised that the research for his paper hadn’t been done before. For 80 years, doctors have injected patients with aluminum hydroxide, he said, an adjuvant that stimulates immune response.

“This is suspicious,” he told the Georgia Straight in a phone interview from his lab near Heather Street and West 12th Avenue. “Either this [link] is known by industry and it was never made public, or industry was never made to do these studies by Health Canada. I’m not sure which is scarier.”

Similar adjuvants are used in the following vaccines, according to Shaw’s paper: hepatitis A and B, and the Pentacel cocktail, which vaccinates against diphtheria, pertussis, tetanus, polio, and a type of meningitis.

To test the link theory, Shaw and his four-scientist team from UBC and Louisiana State University injected mice with the anthrax vaccine developed for the first Gulf War. Because Gulf War Syndrome looks a lot like ALS, Shaw explained, the neuroscientists had a chance to isolate a possible cause. All deployed troops were vaccinated with an aluminum hydroxide compound. Vaccinated troops who were not deployed to the Gulf developed similar symptoms at a similar rate, according to Shaw.

After 20 weeks studying the mice, the team found statistically significant increases in anxiety (38 percent); memory deficits (41 times the errors as in the sample group); and an allergic skin reaction (20 percent). Tissue samples after the mice were “sacrificed” showed neurological cells were dying. Inside the mice’s brains, in a part that controls movement, 35 percent of the cells were destroying themselves.

“No one in my lab wants to get vaccinated,” he said. “This totally creeped us out. We weren’t out there to poke holes in vaccines. But all of a sudden, oh my God-we’ve got neuron death!”

At the end of the paper, Shaw warns that “whether the risk of protection from a dreaded disease outweighs the risk of toxicity is a question that demands our urgent attention.”