Christmas means something different to each of us. This is for all of you missing loved ones this holiday season. 💔 This is my family’s Christmas story. I’m not ‘showcasing sadness here. It’s a new beginning. In an editorial column I wrote years ago,
I’ve been called a dedicated and avid investigative researcher. I survived both parental and professional abuse, but just barely. I tracked a child predator for twenty years, and was finally able to achieve some measure of justice for his many victims.
I advocate for changes in Mandatory Reporting Laws. They simply don’t work in their current form. Child Maltreatment is not an illusion. Five children die every day from child abuse–that includes holidays. Death doesn’t take a holiday.
I started manifesting symptoms of Autoimmune Disease in my twenties but was not diagnosed until years later. My offspring have also been impacted. A variant on our mitochondrial DNA makes us (myself and my children) susceptible to damage from these shots that have been deemed safe and effective. If my oldest had been born today, he would have been placed on the ASD scale. My youngest suffered facial palsy and behavioral changes after getting a few shots at the age of four.
I’ve spent my life with my nose stuck in books, and tracking a child predator.