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Thanks for all your efforts on behalf of those of us with autism. I moved from Canada to US in '68 and they caught me up with the other kids by jabbing my right bicep with a variety of different injections, with the final one being a oval patch of prickly things. That's the one that got me, the BCG for tuberculosis. It scabbed over then it oozed stinking green goo. I had a fever and intense intracranial pressure. I puked bile for three days while gushing diarrhea out the other end. I shook violently with fasciculations and other issues. I got a disgusting rash on the injection site that spread up onto my back, neck, face, arms and so on, all over, still on my leg 55 years later. I'm sure it's just a coincidence I was autistic before anyone ever heard of it, reading at a post graduate level in 4th grade, when I became fascinated with the relationship between genius and insanity. Most 4th graders do not read Herman Hesse, Camus and Dostoevsky. Anyway, words are my passion. We win this thing with words. Check out my new word, coincidist, describing people who blame medical harm on coincidence. Coincidism is a filthy thing that goes right along with fascism and communism. We counter coincidism not only with solid science, but also with creativity, humor and love.

https://open.substack.com/pub/coincidism/p/ive-created-a-concept-i-call-coincidism?

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