For French speaker, see also the story of Christine Buscailhon and her son. Same story..severe autistic kid, a deep change of their food habits... no symptoms anymore...
Scientific and health professionnals MUST listen to these mums!
Thank you for sharing this interview. What an insightful, wonderful person she is. Every child should be so lucky to have a mother like her and I hope her children realize that someday.
Mary Beth Rosenstiel sounds like a remarkably good mother, intelligent and kind. I also have two children, a girl born in 1986 and a boy in 1987. Both were given the few vaccines that were recommended at the time in the U.K. Thank god neither of them had any reactions to these poisons (as far as I am aware). Both have grown up well, with responsible careers. My son came out as a transvestite in 2021 (although I had suspected this for a couple of years). He’s a stand up comedian in his spare time, and only truly drags up on stage, although he does wear odd clothes the rest of the time - I find most people nowadays wear genderless clothes: dark trousers, tee shirts, sweatshirts...so, I can ignore his eccentricities mostly. Needless to say, this affects his ability to find a girlfriend - he is heterosexual - although of course, I never discuss this with him, as it’s too painful for both of us, (well, I know it’s painful for me). When my daughter was born (I was only 24 and a very ‘young’ 24 at that) I loved her so much that when my son was born only 14 months later I feel, looking back now, I didn’t have as much love for him. Perhaps this is only me misremembering. My daughter left home at 18 to go to a university at the other end of England to our home. She gained a degree in maths and has had very well paid, very responsible jobs ever since. She now lives in Paris with her partner and son, born in January 2020. Luckily my husband and I were able to visit them in February 2020, before all the horrendous, evil nonsense of ‘Covid’. She agrees with me about the nonsense, although she took the ‘vaccines’ because France was far more draconian in this respect than England - she couldn’t visit restaurants without one...Well, don’t go to f@cking restaurants, then! Perhaps if she had known as much then as we know now....She agrees with me, as does her French partner, about the evil of it all. My son and I don’t discuss it at all, (he took at least one jab and wore masks, as, to my shame and disgust, did my husband). Politically my son and I are very different, he bends towards socialism...I towards hang ‘em and flog ‘em...All the same, we are close, in that he comes us whenever he feels he needs to. He has his own home nearby and we have supper together at least once a week and laugh a lot - he is funny and intelligent, as is my daughter.
Anyways - two children, brought up by us - my husband of 39 years - and me. I feel I wasn’t such a good mother as this writer - short tempered, very ambitious (I began to write when they were very young and eventually managed to have my novels published - but such focus and ambition tends to make one neglect some aspects of bringing up children - I have my regrets, as we all do, just everyone’s regrets differ...) As my mother (born 1925) used to say, ‘As long as you’re all happy (referring to her six children) then I’m happy.’ Unfortunately, I can’t be as philosophical as she was. My only daughter and only grandchild live in a foreign country, and although they visit us reasonably often, I wish with all my heart she lived around the corner like her brother. But she is happy! Yes, she’s happy but, from 2019 when she told me she was pregnant, I have lived with serious bouts of despair, close to depression, especially during the nonsense of 2020 - 2022. Also, because I believe the evil ones could bring back the nonsense at any time, I am very afraid that there will be times when my husband and I will, in effect, be banned from seeing them by the French and U.K. governments. I can’t do anything about this. The world has become horribly evil. I now believe it always was, but that it has shown its evil face more obviously and more often since 2020, perhaps since that evil day in September 2001.
I have two great nieces who are autistic. Through complicated family dynamics, my niece, the mother of one great niece, no longer wants to have anything to do with my side of the family, although I talk to her mother, my sister. My other great niece is the granddaughter of one of my beloved brothers, but his wife refuses to believe ‘vaccines’ are anything but a total good and that her granddaughter’s autism has nothing to do with anything except bad luck...She recently told me that I ‘should stop reading’ about these things, and so this article, with its focus on reading all one can about everything, struck a cord with me. I have read and read all my life, but especially now I read about medicines and the horror of the allopathic systems. My sister-in-law was a senior chemotherapy nurse. She once, when drunk, kind of acknowledged the harm she has caused (with no prompting from me - I wouldn’t challenge her beliefs in such a way as to cause her pain). And so...
And so...I never masked - horrendous and stupid practice - I have never taken a vaccine since I was 15 (polio sugar cube...) and I haven’t seen a doctor in many years - I believe they are all quacks, idiots, morons, brainwashed, whatever. I hate most people for their moronic following of the moronic evil, although I smile and say hello, as the song goes. I was an average mother and wife and sister and daughter..I didn’t think about my parenting at the time as much as Mary Beth Rosentiel did. I wrote my novels. A long comment that only can confirms one of the article’s points - read a lot, read some more. It will probably make you sad, disturbed and angry...as I am. But it is fascinating. And it might just save your life.
" now believe it always was, but that it has shown its evil face more obviously and more often since 2020" don't know if it will help at all but a very smart commentator on twitter has asked a similar question just yesterday https://x.com/alexandrosM/status/1751081371177734453?s=20
Never put yourself down as NOT being a better mother! There are enough folks out there who will do that for you, free of charge. Everyone one of us does the best we can, given the tools and knowledge we received growing up. Sure at times what we learned growing up wasn’t the best...but when we know better, most of us will do better. None of us were given parenting education. That only happens if you mess up big time, have child protective services called, and they (hopefully) will offer you new tools to use in parenting your children. In addition, I can confirm that I DID NOT receive an instruction booklet for each child I birthed or even the ones I helped raise later. We are ALL flying thru fog in raising children who,each have different needs than any other child in your care. One might need more cuddles, another more independent free time, one may cry if you look at them cross eyed, a,other will be defiant no matter how you approach them. There is NOT one best way to parent...and we all learn on the job.
You raised your children to adulthood with pout mailing or killing them...so BRAVO to you for a job well done. Now there futures are their own to map out and the consequences ( good or bad) are th eirs to deal with. After all they were given the exact same kind of tools and training you were given.
I’m not sure that everyone does do the best they can - some mothers are bad, and that’s it. I don’t think I was putting myself down (I think I’m great😉) just acknowledging that I could have done things better, but I was who I was, and I am who I am - a different person in some ways to the very young woman I was when my children were born and during the time they were growing up. I very much admire the writer’s commitment and good sense.
Oh my dear, I never said we were perfect. And you are correct that sadly there are mothers and fathers who should never have become parents, and who do abuse their children. I said not to put yourself down as you (and me)had done the best you could with tools you had. When we knew better we did better. And in my many years working with truly broken people I learned this…the ‘good’ mothers are always questioning themselves and asking if.they messed up, and how could they do better. The mothers who hurt and harmed their children rarely, if ever, thought they messed up and never questioned their abilities as a mother.
In the end we are ALL Beautifully Broken and Perfectly Imperfect…Humans♥️.
Thank you for this interview with Mary Beth Rosenstiel!
I am a parent and grandparent (born 1950s) and relate so closely to these experiences, with influences of modern society on our children, in spite of having done one's best! It's a consolation to know one is not alone, but the issues are widespread. Please thank her for sharing this! Bravo!
This really hits home for me. My wife and I are health professionals (anesthesiologist(MD) and RN). We retired in 2018 and were able to immediately see problems with everything the "authorities" were saying about COVID. We tried to warn our family and friends, but most, including our two "young adult" daughters, would not listen. Our daughters are both vaccinated and our relationship is strained at best. We do still see them for some holidays, but we cannot have any meaningful discussion about the fake pandemic. My wife and I sent them articles and helpful information for a while, but they told us they never looked at any of it and never would look at it. It is as if they were afraid to even entertain the idea that they had been fooled. Mark Twain was right, "It is easier to fool the people, than to convince them they have been fooled." We have become estranged from many friends and family members. Those who pulled off the fake pandemic hit us with a double whammy of isolation; the physical isolation of the lockdowns and the emotional isolation of the ones who are awake. Early on, before we had found Substack, my wife and I felt very alone and wondered, sometimes aloud, if we were crazy. But, such is the world we live in. I am thankful to have found the Substack community where we can read other critical thinkers and don't feel quite so alone and isolated.
It's so weird and frustrating the "normies" just refuse to look.
Fwiw I've tagged @unbekoming on twitter with a quote from the interview and asking why and what do we do. Unfortunately, like everything I post on twitter, it will receive very very little attention (possibly because I am reckless about posting links to substack). Hey, ho.
What an incredibly tough, heroic , but with a heart of gold Mary Beth is...I am so distressed for her...but praying her kids come back to her soon. Hard to imagine, but this is one hell of a smart, full of integrity, woman.
This was heartbreaking to read and I can identify on a much less severe level. My three were aged 15-18yrs when covid started so I had more influence. Something I say to them, though I can’t remember if I said it prior to covid, is ‘ if you were in a cult would you want me to rescue you?’ They reply ‘yes’, and then I say ‘And how do you think you would react to me trying to do that?’
This woman is an absolute gem, and I hope her children come back to her. This was a heartbreaking but necessary read. I so appreciate her insights, candor and courage. Thank you for sharing this interview with us!
This was hard for me to read, too, due to my own pain from family estrangement. I equate what has happened in our world as at least equal to the effects of a nuclear world war.
I do have one question for Mary Beth: That your son's decline occurred following one of his childhood injections, and yet changing his diet restored him, do you then reason it was the injection itself, or the food allergies that caused it all? That part wasn't clear in your account.
Look into epigenetics and you I’ll learn that our genes DO NOT determine what illness we ‘might’ experience in life. Rather those genes can be turned off or turned off by our lifestyles and what we put into or don’t put into our bodies. Toxic vaccines and most drugs create inflammation within us, and how that is expressed is different depending on our genetic heritage. Some issues/reactions/illnesses require multiple exposures to ultimately express some kind of illness/reaction in you. Sometimes that is just one exposure, other times it might be multiple exposures.
For instance, I was given a certain antibiotic many times my life without an issue, but the last time I experienced a severe reaction that required medical intervention. So, what was different? I also had a friend who had never eaten one unusual sea creature...but the first time she went into anaphylactic shock. Was something wrong with the food or in my friend?
In my son’s case he had multiple exposures to toxic ingredients in his first 12 months of life. Then he was given a new injection containing 3 different toxins, in addition to ones he had already been exposed to. His little body was primed and inflamed, ready to explode with a new toxic load. It triggered his genetic predisposition to allergic responses to certain substances and foods. So removing those foods and toxins from.his body helped it heal over time. Is he still allergic to those substances? YES...and when he ingests them I’ve been told that he has nightmares and doesn’t feel rested. So to this day he avoids them.
Complicated to understand for many, but ultimately ‘we are what we eat and put into our bodies’...as simple as that.
I am so sorry about your son .... My oldest son is very much like your daughter though we are at least back to speaking to one another. MY current worry is that he and his wife *just* had their 1st (and only) child. Since they are "believers in all things the government says" I worry that their child will be jabbed beyond recognition. :'( I feel as though I cannot say anything or we'll never speak again. I am hoping my daughter will speak on the baby's behalf as she has 2 children who she did do vaccines but she staggered them so only received 1 shot at a time.
I doubt they'll pay attention but *maybe if I mention that RFK Jr thinks this way it might be more palatable to them! I didn't take "the jab" so I was persona non grata for about 6 months but they are so over the moon in love with this boy *maybe they will listen <3
Thank you for sharing your story. I felt like I was reliving my life. My daughter and I were very close as she grew up. There were no subject that couldn't be talked about. When she was a baby I had read that store bought baby food had too much salt in it and so once she was ready for solid food every Monday I would cook her meals for the week and put in jars and into the freezer. I had her in 1972 and for some reason I felt that childhood diseases were part of grow up and need to teach the body to be strong. When ever I heard that someones child had measles, mumps, or chicken pox I would take her over to play with them and she would have a mild case and be fine. I still believe that to be true today. My daughter was almost never sick like the kids that got the vaccines. The worst thing she ever got was a cold growing up.
But now she is grown with kids of her own and lives across the country from me. She also thinks I'm crazy for not obeying any of the rules from Covid and we seldom if ever speak anymore and it breaks my heart. But I always said I would let her live her life by her standards and not interfere. She knows I'm here if she ever needs me.
Still quite early reading through this but already so much of Mary's child-rearing philosophy ringing true for me. The shocking realisation from the snippet at the start is that no matter how "well" children are raised by their parent/s the brainwashing perpetrated by so many elite institutions is strong enough to remould them into compliant citizens. My heart breaks for her experience. The best way for me to avoid such a division from my eldest daughter in particular (almost 30yo now, and working deep in the infrastructure of the UK establishment) is to say very little where I know there may be contention. We muddle along.
The first two sentences of the first response, to "Early Parenting Philosophies", spoke to me more than anything else. I grew up in that world of the 50s and 60s, born in 1950, and reading this brought back long-buried memories of those societal attitudes. It is not life-changing to recall these things, but it is clarifying.
I never had the opportunity to raise my own children, discovering eventually that I was sterile, so I have less connection with the remainder of the story, but not necessarily less understanding.
My parents raised me in the 50s and 60s, but they began in the wake of their WW II experiences. Both had been in the military, my father a fighter pilot going into training straight out of high school at 18, and my mother in an administrative role in the US Navy WAVEs. She didn't see combat, but her first husband (not my father) died in Germany two weeks before the end of the war there.
They both came from conservative Christian families, although my paternal grandfather was physically abusive. They came out of the war, however, with their beliefs shattered, met on their ways home it would appear, married soon after, and they were still trying to recover when they had me five years later. My father told me shortly before his death, when I was 32, that they had never been well matched. I had already noticed.
Looking back, they never did seem to recover, and they both died in their 50s of health issues, but in my early days they both did what they could to transmit to me, as they believed they ought to do, the legacy of belief in and obedience to God that they had received from their parents (the one father possibly excepted -- but as noted, they didn't talk about it). My mother continued in that until I left, when I was 21, the cult she had joined earlier. She remained faithful within it until she died five years later.
As an adult I went through my own long periods of shattered beliefs, doubting, questioning, and exploring other paths, but nevertheless what my parents succeeded in passing on to me, broken as they were, has somehow sustained me for 73 years, even when I thought I had left it behind, and my faith and trust in God now is stronger than it ever was in my earlier years.
I read for what is there and what is not there, and I see nothing like that in this interview, and the outcome accordingly makes more sense to me than it would otherwise. Perhaps there is more that was omitted, but then the omission would speak volumes. And I may have overlooked something.
We can't go through life with no center, no grounding beyond that which we discover for ourselves (as true as it might be), and expect the miraculous to emerge and take over. It might sometimes emerge, but it doesn't originate with us. What comes from us can be seen in our repeating history, which grows ever worse.
To break this cycle, something has to come into our lives from without. Something with which we are not born. Doing and being good is not enough.
I’m not sure what you mean by this...” read for what is there and what is not there, and I see nothing like that in this interview, and the outcome accordingly makes more sense to me than it would otherwise. Perhaps there is more that was omitted, but then the omission would speak volumes. And I may have overlooked something.”
Of course you won’t read my entire life in this interview, and it never meant to be a biography. Only my experience of being a mother, the best kind of mother I could be given the tools, education, and understanding I had. Raising children is NOT an easy undertaking, and sadly we are not told that or given any education in parenting beforehand. We learn growing up from our own parents,,the good and the bad. We either take all our early experiences as the ‘gospel’ in parenting, and the exact same things in raising our children. OR we decide early on that we will be different kinds of parents, and not do the things that we felt harmed us in growing up...keep the good but get rapid of the bad, hopefully. There are NO guarantees in life, and society changes the rules every decade or so. The difference today IMO, is that adult offspring seem to feel entitled to accuse parents of ruining their lives because of how they were raised. To which I say...Balderdash! Children have NO power over what happens to them, or the trauma they might experience. Their parents and other adults make those decisions. BUT as adults we each have the ability to CHOSE a different kind of life based on our personal choices, far removed from our childhoods. That is what growing up and becoming an ADULT means...you are the one now responsible for how your life unfolds...not your childhood or your parents.
That's the thing. I wouldn't expect to read about your whole life, but I can to some degree infer priorities. I can't in a few words describe what I am seeing all around me, but it is wreckage of one kind of another of all that is important, and it happens almost without comment from those experiencing it.
The people I know are for the most part living in imaginary worlds where all kinds of bad things happen but there is no cause beyond "those bad people", or perhaps in the case of health problems, "chance", if they worship their medical providers like gods as most do.
I live in my own peculiar world as well, that makes it difficult to communicate with people in these other worlds, but that I can describe, although not in few words.
I had my head compressed with forceps when it wouldn't go through the birth canal. The doctor might well have been trying to save my life, but I grew up with and still have a form of autism not (apparently) arising from vaccine damage. I've been verbal from early on, but I have difficulty with certain kinds of descriptive or expressive speech. Learning to walk was more difficult, and I have other problems with coordination as well.
My mother had hormone problems and had been encouraged by her doctor to have a baby, because that would somehow help. Yeah, right. Somewhere along the way it looks like she was given DES as well. Anything to help. Her being from a generation that didn't talk about such things, I never heard anything about any of this from her. She lived another 27 years after that and died of cancer, at age 54.
I didn't receive any special help, but I was able to get by with just criticism (lots of it) and not anything extreme. They wanted to divorce, but I refused to take either side (I understood what I was facing either way) and they didn't. That was when I was around 12 and beginning to experience a "partial puberty".
I had no social life to speak of, and therefore no particular problems with it. At puberty, the other kids were doing what they do at that age, and I was going for long walks by myself. I had a few neighborhood friends. They tended to be weird. We moved every couple of years or so (my father was a USAF officer), and I would find a new friend or two.
I made it into college, where I was able to get help from the counseling center there. The academic problems were worse now, and I wasn't making it even though I had a high ACT score coming in. I received a diagnosis of "minimal brain damage" -- "autistic spectrum" was unknown in 1969-70. That led to my father, afterward, telling me what he knew, being involved as he was in the diagnosis. My mother declined to participate -- she couldn't talk about it. What he told me is all I have to go on.
My father also told me he didn't think I would be able to live on my own. That was around 1970-71. I responded by doing everything I could to prepare to live on my own (I was in my 20s by then), and I gave notice and moved out in 1976. My mother died the next year, and my father some years later.
It took me 10 years altogether to graduate with a BS in Computer Science, but that provided a life income, and a shelter from social expectations which I could never meet. I worked out basic scripts that helped me get by. I knew I was dealing with something related to autism, but I didn't learn any more about it until 2001.
After that I refined my scripts, but the effort involved in interacting with people that way is often more than I can stand, and there isn't a script that that will get me through noisy, unstructured social occasions. (I was just in one two days ago. It was painful. People don't know what to do and just ignore me. And that's the best thing they can do.)
My relationship with my parents wasn't great, but it wasn't particularly contentious either, apart from my leaving my mother's religious cult. But of course we didn't talk about that either, and certainly not after she became ill. They moved out of state when I moved out of the house, but I stayed in touch by phone. My mother was dying by then, and I visited her a couple of times, literally on her hospital death bed the second time, a week before she died. And I returned for the funeral.
My father had retired from the Air Force but had a job as a traveling auditor, and he placed her in an assisted living facility, and he lived with his mistress of some years, when he was home, not too far from my mother. After her death I visited there a couple of times, the second in 1982, a few months before his death, and I returned for his funeral. I also got to know my step mother (they had married after my mother died), who lived until 2015.
I wrote in my previous comment about the most important thing in my life. Doing so reflects my priorities, even if it proves confusing to read. Without the Christian spiritual grounding I received early in life, flawed as it may have been, I would not have made it to 40. My first 40 years were terrible with isolation and depression. I came extremely close to suicide when I was 35, but there was a miraculous intervention leading to an end of severe depression by age 40. There was still a long way to go, with more interventions, and in my 50s I, like my mother, had to deal with cancer, but it was less serious, I "somehow" anticipated it, and I survived and continued the journey.
There is much more that I haven't mentioned, including seven years of parenting someone else's child (years 7-14). Most of what I bring up here is because of the autism issues. I seem to have survived and improved because I did _not_ receive any of the labeling, "plans", or conventional "therapies". I struggled with it directly instead, and learned from it. And my parents, although limited, were not without any understanding. They knew something was wrong.
Some of what I worked out on my own resembled some of what the professionals were doing, but without the "expert" meddling. Eventually I was able to direct my own dietary interventions, as I came to understand that aspect of things.
As the picture came clearer later in life and I began to learn more about some of these "experts", I was shocked at their inability to see into and appreciate the worlds of people who experienced the world differently. There were exceptions, or there seemed to be. Lorna Wing comes to mind, and a few others.
I have always had to live on the fringes of society, but at least now I understand why. I've forgiven the damage done to me, attempted to make restitution for things I have done, and I own the problems I have no matter whether it was me or others that caused them. I have learned many things, and I like to share them with others when there is something appropriate that can be shared. That doesn’t happen often, but it does happen. I do what I can.
What an interesting rite up and view of your life. I, too, was damaged by the forceps used in twilight sleep deliveries in the 50s. The left side of my face is paralyzed, altho few realize it unless seeing me smile in a photo or talk in a video. My mother was told the facial paralysis could resolve in 6 months or become permanent. I was called many cruel names as a child in school. To help the facial muscles survive I had a note from the family doc that I was to ‘chew gum daily’ as much as possible, even in school. It helped, but was not a cure. I am tone deaf in the left ear and have no gag reflex as a result of the nerve damage. Later at the age of 5 I had the small pox vax, and nearly died from it…but may but was given a lifelong gift of Lupus from it.
I heard NEVER of autism being the result of a forceps delivery, and must say I have a difficult time thinking it even possible. A lack of 02 could lead to autism like symptoms tho. Also, the diagnosis of Autism Spectrum Disorder is an entirely made up medical diagnosis without any supporting science. I’m not saying that you don’t have something that affects your ability to feel at ease in the world at all. Just that I’m sure you have had all the vaccines recommended for childhood when growing up, and the impact of those toxins can and do create a multitude of lifelong problems to deal with. If you have found that the foods you consume have helped improve your symptoms, that supports a toxic chemical injury much more than a physical one caused by forceps during birth. Just some things to consider as you explore and read more.
I wish you a long life and much success. Don't undersell your successes in what you have accomplished in life. You wrote very well, have an inquisitive mind, and curiosity of how the world works. Again, not attributes of autism before the new label of spectrum applied.
Wow. I know being born in the 50s could be rough, but I keep hearing more stories, each one different! I don't know what it was like to be called names in school -- I was not socially engaged and it's like I was invisible or something -- but I can imagine. I don't remember much about vaccinations, other than that I very much did not like them.
I don't think the forceps were the entire story of what happened to me, but it is all my father knew about it. He said I came out of there with my head visibly lopsided, and that it stayed that way during my earliest years. I have corresponding vision, dental, and breathing problems, but "nothing serious".
I also have symptoms associated with every cranial nerve, but none of them are especially noticeable unless you've lived with them for 73 years and they keep getting in the way. I don't think the forceps caused that. I think it is a clue about something else that happened.
My minimal brain damage diagnosis was based on much the same symptoms and test results that were used to diagnose certain autistic spectrum disorders later on. I don't know what they're doing now. At least tests were performed, but that doesn't make the diagnosis 'scientific'.
As far as I know only severe autism was being diagnosed as such back then. My obvious problems were sensory issues, social cluelessness, and gut problems. They still are. The rest are harder to see, the differences in perception, difficulties of expression, and frustrations resulting from being different and shunned, among others.
All of this contributes, somehow, to seeing the world as it is. And I really do care about our situation, this mess that is modern life, and what it does to people. I can see through to the chains of causation. And it hurts to watch what's happening. But speaking or writing about how I feel is not one of my strengths, and writing about causation doesn't appear to have any effect at all.
There doesn't seem to be much to do about that but to keep on writing.
Do keep.on writing…you are better at communicating than you think…or have been lead to believe. I think it IS one of your strengths!
Yes, being born in the 50s had its issues, but being born today is much more dangerous IMO. Newborns are given toxic chemicals.as soon as they are born today, antibiotic eye goop, Vit K injection, hep B vax, and likely soon Covid. Then they are exposed to even more at 2-4-6 months moving forward. So while we were both damaged by forceps, I truly believe today we would be worse off. We have come a long way to get here…don’t quit now.
I'm somewhat aware of what is being done now, and it's too much to take in. I read about it up to a point and then stopped. It seems like more could be chalked up to stupidity in the 1950s, where now it appears so deliberate.
I know someone whose older daughter is pregnant with her second child. Mother and daughter are very much aware of what's going on and they aren't getting injections of any kind, although their ethical pediatrician is preparing to close his practice because he can't stand up to what he has to any more. So great, they know better. But...
The daughter is not married. She's living with the father and her first baby, and the father doesn't have a decent job. They are completely unprepared for this. So well-informed and yet...
What in the world is going on? I could comment further, but there are privacy concerns and, more importantly I have an 8:30 AM call time for choir tomorrow (yeah, I'm one of those), and it's bedtime.
I sing in choir, and I've been doing it on and off for 32 years, starting when I was 41, but it is technical and highly structured, at least when we are singing. The sound level and vibration don't matter because we are harmonizing and are not being subjected to amplified sound that rattles the gut. The sounds we make ourselves feel quite good.
It's more challenging when we sing with the orchestra, as we will be doing tomorrow, but it's not too bad unless I find myself next to the percussion section, as happened one time, Thanksgiving I think it was.
This is part of how I keep on going. I don't do choir parties.
very very interesting story!
For French speaker, see also the story of Christine Buscailhon and her son. Same story..severe autistic kid, a deep change of their food habits... no symptoms anymore...
Scientific and health professionnals MUST listen to these mums!
Thanks Guillemette. I want to look into the red dye aspect more.
Thank you for sharing this interview. What an insightful, wonderful person she is. Every child should be so lucky to have a mother like her and I hope her children realize that someday.
Mary Beth Rosenstiel sounds like a remarkably good mother, intelligent and kind. I also have two children, a girl born in 1986 and a boy in 1987. Both were given the few vaccines that were recommended at the time in the U.K. Thank god neither of them had any reactions to these poisons (as far as I am aware). Both have grown up well, with responsible careers. My son came out as a transvestite in 2021 (although I had suspected this for a couple of years). He’s a stand up comedian in his spare time, and only truly drags up on stage, although he does wear odd clothes the rest of the time - I find most people nowadays wear genderless clothes: dark trousers, tee shirts, sweatshirts...so, I can ignore his eccentricities mostly. Needless to say, this affects his ability to find a girlfriend - he is heterosexual - although of course, I never discuss this with him, as it’s too painful for both of us, (well, I know it’s painful for me). When my daughter was born (I was only 24 and a very ‘young’ 24 at that) I loved her so much that when my son was born only 14 months later I feel, looking back now, I didn’t have as much love for him. Perhaps this is only me misremembering. My daughter left home at 18 to go to a university at the other end of England to our home. She gained a degree in maths and has had very well paid, very responsible jobs ever since. She now lives in Paris with her partner and son, born in January 2020. Luckily my husband and I were able to visit them in February 2020, before all the horrendous, evil nonsense of ‘Covid’. She agrees with me about the nonsense, although she took the ‘vaccines’ because France was far more draconian in this respect than England - she couldn’t visit restaurants without one...Well, don’t go to f@cking restaurants, then! Perhaps if she had known as much then as we know now....She agrees with me, as does her French partner, about the evil of it all. My son and I don’t discuss it at all, (he took at least one jab and wore masks, as, to my shame and disgust, did my husband). Politically my son and I are very different, he bends towards socialism...I towards hang ‘em and flog ‘em...All the same, we are close, in that he comes us whenever he feels he needs to. He has his own home nearby and we have supper together at least once a week and laugh a lot - he is funny and intelligent, as is my daughter.
Anyways - two children, brought up by us - my husband of 39 years - and me. I feel I wasn’t such a good mother as this writer - short tempered, very ambitious (I began to write when they were very young and eventually managed to have my novels published - but such focus and ambition tends to make one neglect some aspects of bringing up children - I have my regrets, as we all do, just everyone’s regrets differ...) As my mother (born 1925) used to say, ‘As long as you’re all happy (referring to her six children) then I’m happy.’ Unfortunately, I can’t be as philosophical as she was. My only daughter and only grandchild live in a foreign country, and although they visit us reasonably often, I wish with all my heart she lived around the corner like her brother. But she is happy! Yes, she’s happy but, from 2019 when she told me she was pregnant, I have lived with serious bouts of despair, close to depression, especially during the nonsense of 2020 - 2022. Also, because I believe the evil ones could bring back the nonsense at any time, I am very afraid that there will be times when my husband and I will, in effect, be banned from seeing them by the French and U.K. governments. I can’t do anything about this. The world has become horribly evil. I now believe it always was, but that it has shown its evil face more obviously and more often since 2020, perhaps since that evil day in September 2001.
I have two great nieces who are autistic. Through complicated family dynamics, my niece, the mother of one great niece, no longer wants to have anything to do with my side of the family, although I talk to her mother, my sister. My other great niece is the granddaughter of one of my beloved brothers, but his wife refuses to believe ‘vaccines’ are anything but a total good and that her granddaughter’s autism has nothing to do with anything except bad luck...She recently told me that I ‘should stop reading’ about these things, and so this article, with its focus on reading all one can about everything, struck a cord with me. I have read and read all my life, but especially now I read about medicines and the horror of the allopathic systems. My sister-in-law was a senior chemotherapy nurse. She once, when drunk, kind of acknowledged the harm she has caused (with no prompting from me - I wouldn’t challenge her beliefs in such a way as to cause her pain). And so...
And so...I never masked - horrendous and stupid practice - I have never taken a vaccine since I was 15 (polio sugar cube...) and I haven’t seen a doctor in many years - I believe they are all quacks, idiots, morons, brainwashed, whatever. I hate most people for their moronic following of the moronic evil, although I smile and say hello, as the song goes. I was an average mother and wife and sister and daughter..I didn’t think about my parenting at the time as much as Mary Beth Rosentiel did. I wrote my novels. A long comment that only can confirms one of the article’s points - read a lot, read some more. It will probably make you sad, disturbed and angry...as I am. But it is fascinating. And it might just save your life.
" now believe it always was, but that it has shown its evil face more obviously and more often since 2020" don't know if it will help at all but a very smart commentator on twitter has asked a similar question just yesterday https://x.com/alexandrosM/status/1751081371177734453?s=20
Thanks for your post Marion.
Never put yourself down as NOT being a better mother! There are enough folks out there who will do that for you, free of charge. Everyone one of us does the best we can, given the tools and knowledge we received growing up. Sure at times what we learned growing up wasn’t the best...but when we know better, most of us will do better. None of us were given parenting education. That only happens if you mess up big time, have child protective services called, and they (hopefully) will offer you new tools to use in parenting your children. In addition, I can confirm that I DID NOT receive an instruction booklet for each child I birthed or even the ones I helped raise later. We are ALL flying thru fog in raising children who,each have different needs than any other child in your care. One might need more cuddles, another more independent free time, one may cry if you look at them cross eyed, a,other will be defiant no matter how you approach them. There is NOT one best way to parent...and we all learn on the job.
You raised your children to adulthood with pout mailing or killing them...so BRAVO to you for a job well done. Now there futures are their own to map out and the consequences ( good or bad) are th eirs to deal with. After all they were given the exact same kind of tools and training you were given.
I’m not sure that everyone does do the best they can - some mothers are bad, and that’s it. I don’t think I was putting myself down (I think I’m great😉) just acknowledging that I could have done things better, but I was who I was, and I am who I am - a different person in some ways to the very young woman I was when my children were born and during the time they were growing up. I very much admire the writer’s commitment and good sense.
Oh my dear, I never said we were perfect. And you are correct that sadly there are mothers and fathers who should never have become parents, and who do abuse their children. I said not to put yourself down as you (and me)had done the best you could with tools you had. When we knew better we did better. And in my many years working with truly broken people I learned this…the ‘good’ mothers are always questioning themselves and asking if.they messed up, and how could they do better. The mothers who hurt and harmed their children rarely, if ever, thought they messed up and never questioned their abilities as a mother.
In the end we are ALL Beautifully Broken and Perfectly Imperfect…Humans♥️.
Many Blessings
Many blessings to you, too, from a very rainy U.K.☺️
Thank you for sharing your story Marion.
Thank you for your substack; I enjoy reading it.
Thank you for this interview with Mary Beth Rosenstiel!
I am a parent and grandparent (born 1950s) and relate so closely to these experiences, with influences of modern society on our children, in spite of having done one's best! It's a consolation to know one is not alone, but the issues are widespread. Please thank her for sharing this! Bravo!
This really hits home for me. My wife and I are health professionals (anesthesiologist(MD) and RN). We retired in 2018 and were able to immediately see problems with everything the "authorities" were saying about COVID. We tried to warn our family and friends, but most, including our two "young adult" daughters, would not listen. Our daughters are both vaccinated and our relationship is strained at best. We do still see them for some holidays, but we cannot have any meaningful discussion about the fake pandemic. My wife and I sent them articles and helpful information for a while, but they told us they never looked at any of it and never would look at it. It is as if they were afraid to even entertain the idea that they had been fooled. Mark Twain was right, "It is easier to fool the people, than to convince them they have been fooled." We have become estranged from many friends and family members. Those who pulled off the fake pandemic hit us with a double whammy of isolation; the physical isolation of the lockdowns and the emotional isolation of the ones who are awake. Early on, before we had found Substack, my wife and I felt very alone and wondered, sometimes aloud, if we were crazy. But, such is the world we live in. I am thankful to have found the Substack community where we can read other critical thinkers and don't feel quite so alone and isolated.
It's so weird and frustrating the "normies" just refuse to look.
Fwiw I've tagged @unbekoming on twitter with a quote from the interview and asking why and what do we do. Unfortunately, like everything I post on twitter, it will receive very very little attention (possibly because I am reckless about posting links to substack). Hey, ho.
What an incredibly tough, heroic , but with a heart of gold Mary Beth is...I am so distressed for her...but praying her kids come back to her soon. Hard to imagine, but this is one hell of a smart, full of integrity, woman.
Unbounded admiration for her.
Thank you for those kind words.
This was heartbreaking to read and I can identify on a much less severe level. My three were aged 15-18yrs when covid started so I had more influence. Something I say to them, though I can’t remember if I said it prior to covid, is ‘ if you were in a cult would you want me to rescue you?’ They reply ‘yes’, and then I say ‘And how do you think you would react to me trying to do that?’
This woman is an absolute gem, and I hope her children come back to her. This was a heartbreaking but necessary read. I so appreciate her insights, candor and courage. Thank you for sharing this interview with us!
Thank you for those kind words. Many times others don’t understand at all.
This was hard for me to read, too, due to my own pain from family estrangement. I equate what has happened in our world as at least equal to the effects of a nuclear world war.
I do have one question for Mary Beth: That your son's decline occurred following one of his childhood injections, and yet changing his diet restored him, do you then reason it was the injection itself, or the food allergies that caused it all? That part wasn't clear in your account.
Look into epigenetics and you I’ll learn that our genes DO NOT determine what illness we ‘might’ experience in life. Rather those genes can be turned off or turned off by our lifestyles and what we put into or don’t put into our bodies. Toxic vaccines and most drugs create inflammation within us, and how that is expressed is different depending on our genetic heritage. Some issues/reactions/illnesses require multiple exposures to ultimately express some kind of illness/reaction in you. Sometimes that is just one exposure, other times it might be multiple exposures.
For instance, I was given a certain antibiotic many times my life without an issue, but the last time I experienced a severe reaction that required medical intervention. So, what was different? I also had a friend who had never eaten one unusual sea creature...but the first time she went into anaphylactic shock. Was something wrong with the food or in my friend?
In my son’s case he had multiple exposures to toxic ingredients in his first 12 months of life. Then he was given a new injection containing 3 different toxins, in addition to ones he had already been exposed to. His little body was primed and inflamed, ready to explode with a new toxic load. It triggered his genetic predisposition to allergic responses to certain substances and foods. So removing those foods and toxins from.his body helped it heal over time. Is he still allergic to those substances? YES...and when he ingests them I’ve been told that he has nightmares and doesn’t feel rested. So to this day he avoids them.
Complicated to understand for many, but ultimately ‘we are what we eat and put into our bodies’...as simple as that.
Great explanation, DNPmom; thanks for taking the time for that. I did know about epigenetics but that factor had slipped my mind.
The injection created the susceptibility.
Well, that's one hypothesis. Seems to me the poison shots are capable of delivering brain damage all on their own.
I am so sorry about your son .... My oldest son is very much like your daughter though we are at least back to speaking to one another. MY current worry is that he and his wife *just* had their 1st (and only) child. Since they are "believers in all things the government says" I worry that their child will be jabbed beyond recognition. :'( I feel as though I cannot say anything or we'll never speak again. I am hoping my daughter will speak on the baby's behalf as she has 2 children who she did do vaccines but she staggered them so only received 1 shot at a time.
This is the most comprehensive resource I've come across
https://www.stopmandatoryvaccination.com/
Lists all the available books, videos, etc as well as testimonials.
thank you .... I really appreciate that!
I doubt they'll pay attention but *maybe if I mention that RFK Jr thinks this way it might be more palatable to them! I didn't take "the jab" so I was persona non grata for about 6 months but they are so over the moon in love with this boy *maybe they will listen <3
thank you again
I've written my testimonial on raising an unvaccinated child here https://abikahealth.substack.com/p/year-compass
Thank you for sharing your story. I felt like I was reliving my life. My daughter and I were very close as she grew up. There were no subject that couldn't be talked about. When she was a baby I had read that store bought baby food had too much salt in it and so once she was ready for solid food every Monday I would cook her meals for the week and put in jars and into the freezer. I had her in 1972 and for some reason I felt that childhood diseases were part of grow up and need to teach the body to be strong. When ever I heard that someones child had measles, mumps, or chicken pox I would take her over to play with them and she would have a mild case and be fine. I still believe that to be true today. My daughter was almost never sick like the kids that got the vaccines. The worst thing she ever got was a cold growing up.
But now she is grown with kids of her own and lives across the country from me. She also thinks I'm crazy for not obeying any of the rules from Covid and we seldom if ever speak anymore and it breaks my heart. But I always said I would let her live her life by her standards and not interfere. She knows I'm here if she ever needs me.
Still quite early reading through this but already so much of Mary's child-rearing philosophy ringing true for me. The shocking realisation from the snippet at the start is that no matter how "well" children are raised by their parent/s the brainwashing perpetrated by so many elite institutions is strong enough to remould them into compliant citizens. My heart breaks for her experience. The best way for me to avoid such a division from my eldest daughter in particular (almost 30yo now, and working deep in the infrastructure of the UK establishment) is to say very little where I know there may be contention. We muddle along.
The first two sentences of the first response, to "Early Parenting Philosophies", spoke to me more than anything else. I grew up in that world of the 50s and 60s, born in 1950, and reading this brought back long-buried memories of those societal attitudes. It is not life-changing to recall these things, but it is clarifying.
I never had the opportunity to raise my own children, discovering eventually that I was sterile, so I have less connection with the remainder of the story, but not necessarily less understanding.
My parents raised me in the 50s and 60s, but they began in the wake of their WW II experiences. Both had been in the military, my father a fighter pilot going into training straight out of high school at 18, and my mother in an administrative role in the US Navy WAVEs. She didn't see combat, but her first husband (not my father) died in Germany two weeks before the end of the war there.
They both came from conservative Christian families, although my paternal grandfather was physically abusive. They came out of the war, however, with their beliefs shattered, met on their ways home it would appear, married soon after, and they were still trying to recover when they had me five years later. My father told me shortly before his death, when I was 32, that they had never been well matched. I had already noticed.
Looking back, they never did seem to recover, and they both died in their 50s of health issues, but in my early days they both did what they could to transmit to me, as they believed they ought to do, the legacy of belief in and obedience to God that they had received from their parents (the one father possibly excepted -- but as noted, they didn't talk about it). My mother continued in that until I left, when I was 21, the cult she had joined earlier. She remained faithful within it until she died five years later.
As an adult I went through my own long periods of shattered beliefs, doubting, questioning, and exploring other paths, but nevertheless what my parents succeeded in passing on to me, broken as they were, has somehow sustained me for 73 years, even when I thought I had left it behind, and my faith and trust in God now is stronger than it ever was in my earlier years.
I read for what is there and what is not there, and I see nothing like that in this interview, and the outcome accordingly makes more sense to me than it would otherwise. Perhaps there is more that was omitted, but then the omission would speak volumes. And I may have overlooked something.
We can't go through life with no center, no grounding beyond that which we discover for ourselves (as true as it might be), and expect the miraculous to emerge and take over. It might sometimes emerge, but it doesn't originate with us. What comes from us can be seen in our repeating history, which grows ever worse.
To break this cycle, something has to come into our lives from without. Something with which we are not born. Doing and being good is not enough.
I’m not sure what you mean by this...” read for what is there and what is not there, and I see nothing like that in this interview, and the outcome accordingly makes more sense to me than it would otherwise. Perhaps there is more that was omitted, but then the omission would speak volumes. And I may have overlooked something.”
Of course you won’t read my entire life in this interview, and it never meant to be a biography. Only my experience of being a mother, the best kind of mother I could be given the tools, education, and understanding I had. Raising children is NOT an easy undertaking, and sadly we are not told that or given any education in parenting beforehand. We learn growing up from our own parents,,the good and the bad. We either take all our early experiences as the ‘gospel’ in parenting, and the exact same things in raising our children. OR we decide early on that we will be different kinds of parents, and not do the things that we felt harmed us in growing up...keep the good but get rapid of the bad, hopefully. There are NO guarantees in life, and society changes the rules every decade or so. The difference today IMO, is that adult offspring seem to feel entitled to accuse parents of ruining their lives because of how they were raised. To which I say...Balderdash! Children have NO power over what happens to them, or the trauma they might experience. Their parents and other adults make those decisions. BUT as adults we each have the ability to CHOSE a different kind of life based on our personal choices, far removed from our childhoods. That is what growing up and becoming an ADULT means...you are the one now responsible for how your life unfolds...not your childhood or your parents.
That's the thing. I wouldn't expect to read about your whole life, but I can to some degree infer priorities. I can't in a few words describe what I am seeing all around me, but it is wreckage of one kind of another of all that is important, and it happens almost without comment from those experiencing it.
The people I know are for the most part living in imaginary worlds where all kinds of bad things happen but there is no cause beyond "those bad people", or perhaps in the case of health problems, "chance", if they worship their medical providers like gods as most do.
I live in my own peculiar world as well, that makes it difficult to communicate with people in these other worlds, but that I can describe, although not in few words.
I had my head compressed with forceps when it wouldn't go through the birth canal. The doctor might well have been trying to save my life, but I grew up with and still have a form of autism not (apparently) arising from vaccine damage. I've been verbal from early on, but I have difficulty with certain kinds of descriptive or expressive speech. Learning to walk was more difficult, and I have other problems with coordination as well.
My mother had hormone problems and had been encouraged by her doctor to have a baby, because that would somehow help. Yeah, right. Somewhere along the way it looks like she was given DES as well. Anything to help. Her being from a generation that didn't talk about such things, I never heard anything about any of this from her. She lived another 27 years after that and died of cancer, at age 54.
I didn't receive any special help, but I was able to get by with just criticism (lots of it) and not anything extreme. They wanted to divorce, but I refused to take either side (I understood what I was facing either way) and they didn't. That was when I was around 12 and beginning to experience a "partial puberty".
I had no social life to speak of, and therefore no particular problems with it. At puberty, the other kids were doing what they do at that age, and I was going for long walks by myself. I had a few neighborhood friends. They tended to be weird. We moved every couple of years or so (my father was a USAF officer), and I would find a new friend or two.
I made it into college, where I was able to get help from the counseling center there. The academic problems were worse now, and I wasn't making it even though I had a high ACT score coming in. I received a diagnosis of "minimal brain damage" -- "autistic spectrum" was unknown in 1969-70. That led to my father, afterward, telling me what he knew, being involved as he was in the diagnosis. My mother declined to participate -- she couldn't talk about it. What he told me is all I have to go on.
My father also told me he didn't think I would be able to live on my own. That was around 1970-71. I responded by doing everything I could to prepare to live on my own (I was in my 20s by then), and I gave notice and moved out in 1976. My mother died the next year, and my father some years later.
It took me 10 years altogether to graduate with a BS in Computer Science, but that provided a life income, and a shelter from social expectations which I could never meet. I worked out basic scripts that helped me get by. I knew I was dealing with something related to autism, but I didn't learn any more about it until 2001.
After that I refined my scripts, but the effort involved in interacting with people that way is often more than I can stand, and there isn't a script that that will get me through noisy, unstructured social occasions. (I was just in one two days ago. It was painful. People don't know what to do and just ignore me. And that's the best thing they can do.)
My relationship with my parents wasn't great, but it wasn't particularly contentious either, apart from my leaving my mother's religious cult. But of course we didn't talk about that either, and certainly not after she became ill. They moved out of state when I moved out of the house, but I stayed in touch by phone. My mother was dying by then, and I visited her a couple of times, literally on her hospital death bed the second time, a week before she died. And I returned for the funeral.
My father had retired from the Air Force but had a job as a traveling auditor, and he placed her in an assisted living facility, and he lived with his mistress of some years, when he was home, not too far from my mother. After her death I visited there a couple of times, the second in 1982, a few months before his death, and I returned for his funeral. I also got to know my step mother (they had married after my mother died), who lived until 2015.
I wrote in my previous comment about the most important thing in my life. Doing so reflects my priorities, even if it proves confusing to read. Without the Christian spiritual grounding I received early in life, flawed as it may have been, I would not have made it to 40. My first 40 years were terrible with isolation and depression. I came extremely close to suicide when I was 35, but there was a miraculous intervention leading to an end of severe depression by age 40. There was still a long way to go, with more interventions, and in my 50s I, like my mother, had to deal with cancer, but it was less serious, I "somehow" anticipated it, and I survived and continued the journey.
There is much more that I haven't mentioned, including seven years of parenting someone else's child (years 7-14). Most of what I bring up here is because of the autism issues. I seem to have survived and improved because I did _not_ receive any of the labeling, "plans", or conventional "therapies". I struggled with it directly instead, and learned from it. And my parents, although limited, were not without any understanding. They knew something was wrong.
Some of what I worked out on my own resembled some of what the professionals were doing, but without the "expert" meddling. Eventually I was able to direct my own dietary interventions, as I came to understand that aspect of things.
As the picture came clearer later in life and I began to learn more about some of these "experts", I was shocked at their inability to see into and appreciate the worlds of people who experienced the world differently. There were exceptions, or there seemed to be. Lorna Wing comes to mind, and a few others.
I have always had to live on the fringes of society, but at least now I understand why. I've forgiven the damage done to me, attempted to make restitution for things I have done, and I own the problems I have no matter whether it was me or others that caused them. I have learned many things, and I like to share them with others when there is something appropriate that can be shared. That doesn’t happen often, but it does happen. I do what I can.
What an interesting rite up and view of your life. I, too, was damaged by the forceps used in twilight sleep deliveries in the 50s. The left side of my face is paralyzed, altho few realize it unless seeing me smile in a photo or talk in a video. My mother was told the facial paralysis could resolve in 6 months or become permanent. I was called many cruel names as a child in school. To help the facial muscles survive I had a note from the family doc that I was to ‘chew gum daily’ as much as possible, even in school. It helped, but was not a cure. I am tone deaf in the left ear and have no gag reflex as a result of the nerve damage. Later at the age of 5 I had the small pox vax, and nearly died from it…but may but was given a lifelong gift of Lupus from it.
I heard NEVER of autism being the result of a forceps delivery, and must say I have a difficult time thinking it even possible. A lack of 02 could lead to autism like symptoms tho. Also, the diagnosis of Autism Spectrum Disorder is an entirely made up medical diagnosis without any supporting science. I’m not saying that you don’t have something that affects your ability to feel at ease in the world at all. Just that I’m sure you have had all the vaccines recommended for childhood when growing up, and the impact of those toxins can and do create a multitude of lifelong problems to deal with. If you have found that the foods you consume have helped improve your symptoms, that supports a toxic chemical injury much more than a physical one caused by forceps during birth. Just some things to consider as you explore and read more.
I wish you a long life and much success. Don't undersell your successes in what you have accomplished in life. You wrote very well, have an inquisitive mind, and curiosity of how the world works. Again, not attributes of autism before the new label of spectrum applied.
Take good care of you.
Wow. I know being born in the 50s could be rough, but I keep hearing more stories, each one different! I don't know what it was like to be called names in school -- I was not socially engaged and it's like I was invisible or something -- but I can imagine. I don't remember much about vaccinations, other than that I very much did not like them.
I don't think the forceps were the entire story of what happened to me, but it is all my father knew about it. He said I came out of there with my head visibly lopsided, and that it stayed that way during my earliest years. I have corresponding vision, dental, and breathing problems, but "nothing serious".
I also have symptoms associated with every cranial nerve, but none of them are especially noticeable unless you've lived with them for 73 years and they keep getting in the way. I don't think the forceps caused that. I think it is a clue about something else that happened.
My minimal brain damage diagnosis was based on much the same symptoms and test results that were used to diagnose certain autistic spectrum disorders later on. I don't know what they're doing now. At least tests were performed, but that doesn't make the diagnosis 'scientific'.
As far as I know only severe autism was being diagnosed as such back then. My obvious problems were sensory issues, social cluelessness, and gut problems. They still are. The rest are harder to see, the differences in perception, difficulties of expression, and frustrations resulting from being different and shunned, among others.
All of this contributes, somehow, to seeing the world as it is. And I really do care about our situation, this mess that is modern life, and what it does to people. I can see through to the chains of causation. And it hurts to watch what's happening. But speaking or writing about how I feel is not one of my strengths, and writing about causation doesn't appear to have any effect at all.
There doesn't seem to be much to do about that but to keep on writing.
Do keep.on writing…you are better at communicating than you think…or have been lead to believe. I think it IS one of your strengths!
Yes, being born in the 50s had its issues, but being born today is much more dangerous IMO. Newborns are given toxic chemicals.as soon as they are born today, antibiotic eye goop, Vit K injection, hep B vax, and likely soon Covid. Then they are exposed to even more at 2-4-6 months moving forward. So while we were both damaged by forceps, I truly believe today we would be worse off. We have come a long way to get here…don’t quit now.
I'm somewhat aware of what is being done now, and it's too much to take in. I read about it up to a point and then stopped. It seems like more could be chalked up to stupidity in the 1950s, where now it appears so deliberate.
I know someone whose older daughter is pregnant with her second child. Mother and daughter are very much aware of what's going on and they aren't getting injections of any kind, although their ethical pediatrician is preparing to close his practice because he can't stand up to what he has to any more. So great, they know better. But...
The daughter is not married. She's living with the father and her first baby, and the father doesn't have a decent job. They are completely unprepared for this. So well-informed and yet...
What in the world is going on? I could comment further, but there are privacy concerns and, more importantly I have an 8:30 AM call time for choir tomorrow (yeah, I'm one of those), and it's bedtime.
I sing in choir, and I've been doing it on and off for 32 years, starting when I was 41, but it is technical and highly structured, at least when we are singing. The sound level and vibration don't matter because we are harmonizing and are not being subjected to amplified sound that rattles the gut. The sounds we make ourselves feel quite good.
It's more challenging when we sing with the orchestra, as we will be doing tomorrow, but it's not too bad unless I find myself next to the percussion section, as happened one time, Thanksgiving I think it was.
This is part of how I keep on going. I don't do choir parties.