No person owns these words, but since Stagliano is the managing editor, let's assume, especially since they have her flair to them, that they are indeed her words:
"That may seem like a macabre or shock-value headline. It is not. Dr. Trudy Stuernagel, Mom to a severely autistic son in NorthEast Ohio, prepared her family for the eventuality that her son, Sky Walker, could kill her.With months, or gods forbid years, of reading Age of Over-the-top-histrionics under your belt, you, dear readers, know the following from them:
And he did.
Read more about Sky Walker and him Mom (RIP) at the Cleveland Plain Dealer blog HERE. Little boys with autism grow up. Little girls too."
1. Autism is caused by an evil plot by the Pharma Mafia and the government to damage an entire generation of children through vaccines.
2. These children are stolen away by the addition of something in these vaccines. Maybe it's the mercury, but if not, it's probably the aluminum, the squalene, the insecticide, the formaldehyde, the monkey virus, the aborted fetal cells. Something in those vaccines is to blame.
3. Big pharma wants to sell you their psychotropic meds for your child, not cure them, not recover them.
4. AoA, GenRes, SafeMinds know some folks who can recover your child. Just try their products. Now, if your kid doesn't recover, you aren't trying hard enough (Amy Yasko) or aren't dedicated enough. And if your kid is recovered, you're still going to have to keep them on the diet and the various protocols, or you too, like Jenny McCarthy, could make your child autistic again.
5. Autism steal the child and ruins your life.
6. Autism kills.
7. And if autism doesn't kill the child, when the child grows up, autism will kill you.
Fraktacular work, AoA.
**oh, and the vaccines are way worse than the diseases**
And once you read the piece directly underneath it (and others by this author), you'll know that:
8. Autism makes you, the parent sacrifice so much:
a. the perfect life you dreamed of
b. the perfect children you dreamed of
c. the perfect career you dreamed of
d. salon time and pedicures
e. and apparently your dignity, although I can in no way see how catching poop in your hands has anything to do with dignity. You lost that when you decided your child's autism wasn't about him but about what it had cost you.