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The death of the Travolta's son is tragic and makes me sad for them. I can't imagine the heartbreak of losing my child. It happens, but normal people don't have the extra trauma of news channels pondering the cause or having doctors speak about their child's medical conditions. And I am mortified that anyone claiming to be a news agency would give credence to rumors about any possible condition a child might have.
Evidently a couple of groups have said they thought Jett was autistic and that the Travolta's couldn't allow the diagnosis because of Scientology.
Well, I am mortified at the thought that anyone would refuse to acknowledge something as pervasive as autism because of a "religion."
And I am mortified that any group would think that a personal family thing like that was open for public interpretation and scrutiny.
That being said, all the clips I have seen of the him make me think he was not neurologically normal. Every clip of them moving from building to car, or plane to car, have a parent holding one of his hands and a sister holding his other hand. He holds his mouth softly, where his lips are always slightly parted. He looks a little dazed by the things going on around him. It's an expression I am intimatley familiar with.
Thirty percent of children with autism suffer from epilepsy. Thank God we have never had to deal with that aspect. It's so sad. I've just had it running through my head.
I read Louder Than Words, by Jenny McCartney this morning. It made me weepy. She went through all the same things I went through sith the acknowledgement of an autism diagnosis. I'm glad she's out there speaking publically.
We all got up early this morning and went to drop off the car at firestone. They will do a coolant system diagnostic to figure out the problem.
We dropped Husband and D off at my parent's house and sent them to the gun show. He may run unto his brother. His brother called him and they talked. It's the first time in 4 or 5 years. We knew he had another kid a couple of years ago, because he called their grandma and told her, but he didn't leave another number. He says he decided to grow up and has sole custidy of his daughter. He realized he's screwing her by not letting her have any family. Well, their family is pretty messed up. They have a couple of good cousins that have settled down, but most blaim the brother for stuff that had nothing to do with him. You just can't blame the 12 year old for stuff their parents decided to do. Husband is all screwed up in the head over it.
S and I stopped for donuts and came home. We watched a couple of episodes of the Monkees and then went to the library. It was a succcessful trip with no tantrum.
Tomorrow is our anual egg roll marathon. We make enough so that we have them for monthes and monthes. Yummm! Eggrolls! I have to go shopping so I can make my own recipee. They are a little easier on my family's digestion. I love cabbage, but it does mean things to my husband.
Evidently a couple of groups have said they thought Jett was autistic and that the Travolta's couldn't allow the diagnosis because of Scientology.
Well, I am mortified at the thought that anyone would refuse to acknowledge something as pervasive as autism because of a "religion."
And I am mortified that any group would think that a personal family thing like that was open for public interpretation and scrutiny.
That being said, all the clips I have seen of the him make me think he was not neurologically normal. Every clip of them moving from building to car, or plane to car, have a parent holding one of his hands and a sister holding his other hand. He holds his mouth softly, where his lips are always slightly parted. He looks a little dazed by the things going on around him. It's an expression I am intimatley familiar with.
Thirty percent of children with autism suffer from epilepsy. Thank God we have never had to deal with that aspect. It's so sad. I've just had it running through my head.
I read Louder Than Words, by Jenny McCartney this morning. It made me weepy. She went through all the same things I went through sith the acknowledgement of an autism diagnosis. I'm glad she's out there speaking publically.
We all got up early this morning and went to drop off the car at firestone. They will do a coolant system diagnostic to figure out the problem.
We dropped Husband and D off at my parent's house and sent them to the gun show. He may run unto his brother. His brother called him and they talked. It's the first time in 4 or 5 years. We knew he had another kid a couple of years ago, because he called their grandma and told her, but he didn't leave another number. He says he decided to grow up and has sole custidy of his daughter. He realized he's screwing her by not letting her have any family. Well, their family is pretty messed up. They have a couple of good cousins that have settled down, but most blaim the brother for stuff that had nothing to do with him. You just can't blame the 12 year old for stuff their parents decided to do. Husband is all screwed up in the head over it.
S and I stopped for donuts and came home. We watched a couple of episodes of the Monkees and then went to the library. It was a succcessful trip with no tantrum.
Tomorrow is our anual egg roll marathon. We make enough so that we have them for monthes and monthes. Yummm! Eggrolls! I have to go shopping so I can make my own recipee. They are a little easier on my family's digestion. I love cabbage, but it does mean things to my husband.