Friday, June 28, 2013

Answer to Biology Files: Hormones


 I wonder about many things...just today....This serendipitous and simple thought pattern.
I am a housewife, no one, not a threat...I just think too much

http://biologyfiles.fieldofscience.com/2011/03/autism-rora-and-testosterone.html


Low estrogen levels lead to 25-40% miscarriage in the first trimester (second only to chromosomal abnormalities) according to the march of dimes. Maybe something saves the fetus from miscarry in the womb, but still doesn't find a way to allay harm.(http://www.marchofdimes.com/loss/miscarriage.aspx  Hormonal causes, near bottom.)

Thalidomide studies have done some good...the days of neural tube malformations and the dates of mothers ingestion are around the 23 or 24 day, I'd have to look it up. Neurocutaneous disorders have been pegged in that time also, as the skin shows anomolies in formation at about the same time, and they are somehow related, or so I was told.

I don't know that I know what I am talking about.  I'm just trying to remember. Chromosomal/hormonal account for 75-90% of miscarriages.  Something is going on. Something is going on...it's a miracle any of us turn out viable.
rosabwalker1 on the g.

Saturday, June 8, 2013

Dorothy Law Nolte "If a child"...revisited.


Who do we think we are?  Why in the hell do we trust our children to psychiatrists?  Haven't we learned from history? 



“If a child lives with being told he is disabled, he learns he is not whole. . .
If a child lives with being told he is conduct disordered, he learns he is expected to fight. . .
If a child lives with being told he has anxiety disorder,  he learns he cannot cope . . .
If a child lives with being told he is a victim of his "mental disorder" , he learns he cannot change...
If a child lives with being told he has no social skills, he learns to be wary of social situations . . .
If a child lives with the idea of being "indistinguishable from his  typical peers" placed as an icon of worthiness before him, he learns to envy the "normal" even though it is a social construct. . .
If a child lives with the idea he is only worthy if he takes drugs to make his carers burdens easier, he learns to feel guilty for being indequate ...  and that to be "good" is more important than to "be"

BUT

If a child lives with tolerance, he learns to be patient . . .
If a child lives with encouragement, he learns to be confident . . .
If a child lives with praise, he learns to be appreciative . . .
If a child lives with acceptance, he learns to love . .
If children live with approval, they learn to like themselves..
If a child lives with honesty, he learns what truth is . . .
If a child lives with fairness, he learns justice . . .
If children live with recognition, they learn to have a goal.
If children live with sharing, they learn to be generous.
If a child lives with security, he learns to have faith in himself and those about him . . .
If a child lives with friendliness, he learns the world is a nice place in which to live . . .” 


Some kids take longer, and are a lot more work.  There is no sin in that.  Let he or she who is worthy, who is without psychiatric blemish cast the first ritalin pill.

We are losing a generation of boys to the new drug lords.  And it's the psychiatrists who are now fighting it, while we beg for pharmaceuticals to help us raise our children. Let us meet our children where they are, and celebrate who they are.  Are you too afraid after reading all the crap in the media?  That's exactly what you are supposed to be...good consumer!

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Autism and Mirror Neurons.

When my son was young...he picked up on my anxiety, or happiness or anger.

  Not in the typical way...it wasn't like "Oh, mama, don't be mad."

 It was more...if I was angry, he was angry.  He mirrored my emotion.

He didn't lack empathy.  He WAS PERSONIFIED empathy.

Oh, hell, I give up.  No getting through to those people.

Science can measure everything but the human heart.  Aristotle thought the heart " the seat of intelligence, motion, and sensation --" (http://www.stanford.edu/class/history13/earlysciencelab/body/heartpages/heart.html)

But we are smarter than that now.

I guess.

Forgiveness...

There was a time when I hated my father.  That was before I realized how much we had in common.  There was a time when I hated the man who took away my dignity...until I realized if that's the way he treats people it must really stink to be like that , and his karma must really stink.  Things could be worse...I could be that slimy. All of a sudden I forgave him.  Did I forget? No.  I just didn't let the memory of a person who was such a low life control me any more.  That's how I got even, by taking my own life back. When I think of him, I think nothing, except maybe pity.

Pity is a good way of getting even. It's also a good way of healing your heart. Think of how damaged people must be to be so mean. 

Forgive everybody everything.  This movie is Tuesdays with Morrie.  I had read the book.  The movie is even better.  I watched the whole thing. 

Forgive everybody everything.



Okay, on another forgiveness note...who knows what it feels like to be forgiven? Raise your hands...put 'em in the air like you just don't care.  Isn't that the most amazing feeling?  Isn't kindness the most beautiful gift?

I killed my garden, my husbands fruit trees, his beloved rose-garden, the neighbors cacti....by accidentally spraying them with roundup, which I mistook for insecticide.  I didn't realize it for a day.  When I finally did, I wanted to die...I told my son.
"It could have been worse, ma.  We could have been subsistence farmers..."
"Don't beat yourself up, you made a mistake.  Anybody could have done it."

Sweety, the subsistence farmer thing kinda made me giggle past the pain, just a tiny bit.

"Honey, we have so much to be thankful for.  In the scheme of things, it really doesn't mean much."

Although he and my son joked, I found out later, that the only thing left was the stone fence. I hadn't figured out a way to ruin that...

In talking over their forgiveness and how much it meant to me...I realized something.  People can't forgive unless they have been forgiven.  I'm not talking about religion.  I'm talking flesh and blood forgiveness.

I must have done something right, for them to be so kind.  My husband brought up that I had forgiven him.  I remembered my parents forgiving me for backing the car out of the driveway and wrecking both cars. I come from a long line of forgiveness. To see it in my son, made me realize how very important it was that he knew forgiveness.  I can't stress this enough...I finally felt a little worthy as a parent, that I had done ~something~ right.  I think, it is the greatest gift of all.  And it is a gift. We must choose to give it.

We grew up in Lilly white Nebraska.  We live near Atlanta now, which, one of Tyler Perry's characters said was "Like Africa, only more black people."  Sure, there are bitter, blaming people.  It's not been that long ago that Jim Crow lived here, and he still does in pockets.  But if you want to meet someone who has the light heart of forgiveness...meet the common black man.  Forgiveness is a choice.  It is also a soul restorer.  Unforgiveness hurts the vessel that holds it.  It eats the heart like an acid.

Let it all go.  Forgive everybody everything.  Your heart will thank you. And I promise you, it will return to you.