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May 17, 2016

The panel discussion being broadcast was teens and adults with autism and how federal funding could better support them. As the show closed, the moderator asked if anyone on the panel felt a vaccine had caused their autism.

Silence.

One teen panelist spoke up, “no, but it hurts that you would ask that question.”

The moderator’s tone softened, he apologized and asked why. I’m going to paraphrase the boy’s response because it has been several years and for the life of me I have not been able to find a transcript of this event anywhere, which has driven me to madness. If anyone from C-SPAN reads this and knows the talk I’m referring to, please send me a transcript! The panelist’s response was incredibly moving and I wish I could give him credit for it and do his response justice.

As I recall his response was, “because it makes me feel like I’m damaged or broken, when I’m not. I was born this way. My brain just works differently than most other people’s. When people talk about vaccines and autism it makes me feel like I’m not a person but a ‘bad result.’ It reminds me that no one wants a kid like me and parents will risk their kid’s lives and everyone else’s just to make sure their kid doesn’t turn out like me.”

There was silence on the radio. By this time I’d pulled into our parking spot at home and sat in the car in silence as well. It was a moment of epiphany.

Oh bleep, I thought. I’ve never thought of it like that.

The panelist’s words were so loaded and unfiltered. He was speaking from the heart and I could imagine the pain he felt when he described that some parents would rather have their children die than turn out like him. That is an incredible and completely unnecessary burden for any child to carry around, yet any time vaccines were discussed, those assumptions were coded in language.

http://thescientificparent.org/vaccines-dont-cause-autism-but-thats-not-the-point/
(via butterflyinthewell)

May 16, 2016

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DJ Roomba of Dachshunds.

Revolution friend.

May 12, 2016

Yoko Ono - Toyboat | Season of Glass

May 11, 2016

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direwolves:

I am the the one thing in life I can control.

May 11, 2016

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xshayarsha:

Jules Joseph Lefebvre + White Flower Crowns.

May 9, 2016

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tpdats:

I was returning something at Target and the person ahead of me was returning 5000 dollars worth of umbrellas???

#shortstorywriting

May 8, 2016

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artimportant:

Egon Schiele - Seated Woman with Bent Knee, 1917

May 5, 2016

Aaron Burr, act 1: duels are dumb and immature Aaron Burr, act 2: FIGHT ME

May 5, 2016

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clara–lux:

HEEM, Jan Davidsz. de (1606-1684)

Stilleven met bloemen in een glazen vaas, details
between 1650 and 1683
Oil on copper, 54.5 x 36.5 cm
Rijksmuseum Amsterdam
Ed. Orig. Lic. Orig. Lic. Ed.

May 5, 2016

samwilson:

ghostyjpg:

samwilson:

the best kind of bird are the really short and fat ones. i love them

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!!!!! beautiful!! this is the best bird in the world!!!!!!!!

May 4, 2016

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jawnbaeyega:

gallifreyburning:

#i feel like the peter falk princess bride narration ought to be over this:#‘Since the invention of the hug there have been five hugs rated the most passionate the most pure’#‘this one left them all behind’ (via @harrietvane)

The look on Finn’s face in the first gif tho…it goes from shock that Rey is actually alive and safe and breathing in his arms to gratefulness that his arms are where she’s chosen to be to a solemn determination to ensure his arms are always a refuge and haven for her. Just, all the awards to John Boyega tbh.

May 3, 2016

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therandominmyhead:

Yes just me, a dog. Taking a walk. With my dogs. Who are my friends. But also dogs. And I am a dog.

April 30, 2016

maureenjohnsonbooks:

So I’m writing a NEW BOOK. This is PRETTY GREAT. This comes after a year in which I couldn’t do much at all, because my body accidentally exploded. It’s extremely good to be back at work so fully. I am definitely moving along the recovery road. But I’m also on a deadline, which means that my body is under some stress. Stress seems to trigger relapses. I don’t get as sick as I was before, but it does mean that I often feel like I’ve been pushed ever so gently down a flight of stairs that’s covering up another flight of stairs.

On these occasions, I want to yell WHAT and also WHY and sometimes I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONE.

I’d been told that recovering from a long-term illness was not a straightforward process. Baby steps, say the doctors. My physical therapist told me, “As you start to move forward, your body is going to do some weird things.” This apparently has to do with something about muscles releasing chemicals and different chemical exchanges and neurological firings, but let’s keep it real and say it’s ghosts. Because neurological damage is weird and sometimes it feels like I have a POLTERGEIST.

Like the general house poltergeist, my body poltergeist has a weird daily agenda. Maybe the house poltergeist likes to flip the china cups upside down and leave brooms on the table. My body poltergeist throws neurological switches all the time. Today, maybe it’s just going to make me feel like my legs are burning or that something is crawling on my arm. Tomorrow, it makes my left arm weigh too much to move. The more I work, the more it rattles around. As I draw power down to write and concentrate, it switches back on the pain. If it gets really angry I get dizzy again or have trouble with my vision.

When this happens, I have the old thoughts of, “What if I can never do all the things I did before?” I think about moving around and exercising and traveling and going on book tours. I think of simple things and grand ones. But then I realize that a year ago I couldn’t walk well and now I can walk just fine and am basically FINE except for the times I’m not and so what.

And then it stops and nothing happens at all! And I forget. Forgetting is exciting. Forgetting is what makes it weirder when it returns. I get impatient. It’s like I had an uninvited guest, and every time I think they’ve finally gone, they reappear and say, “Oh hey I forgot my brush oh I’ll just stay for Doritos and maybe a week I’ll just sleep here on your bed and use your toothbrush.”

Then I saw this drawing by rubyetc and I suddenly understood what I had to do:

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Like the baby, I kept getting mad because I wasn’t THERE. But there is no there there. I am what I am right now, and I’ll be what I am tomorrow, and in a week, and so on and so forth. This IS the dance. So many of us have things we swing in and out of. It could be something that manifests in mostly in the muscle and bone, or depression or anxiety, or a life condition or a relationship or state that we have to work with. It’s OUR DANCE.

So okay. I have to take little lizard steps. I LIKE LITTLE LIZARD STEPS. I especially like jazzy ones. I will write my book, and if the one arm doesn’t want to work, I’ll work with the other.

And I make sure to do ACTUAL LITTLE JAZZY LIZARD STEPS every day. I dance them out in the living room. It excites the dog. Once you take a few actual lizard steps, you realize how cool they are.

In any case, a book will be finished soon! And I hope wherever you are, you are dancing too. Let’s do some lizard steps together.

[Also, make sure to click on rubyetc. She is SO GREAT. Here is her twitter.]

April 28, 2016

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April 28, 2016

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April 28, 2016

Robyn Hitchcock - Savannah