Irradiated Brain Matter

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I think there is probably a special hell set set aside for the progenitors of the "Refrigerator Mom" theory. I can't imagine how those anguished women coped with the guilt and blame laid on them, mothers already trying to deal with the emotional devastation of their child regressing and withdrawing, and physically not wanting human contact, not speaking and not wanting to make eye contact.

I know firsthand the feelings of guilt and second-guessing myself when my son was diagnosed with a form of autism ("Was it something I did, or should have done?" etc. etc. ad nauseum), but to have so-called professionals erroneously blaming the innocent mothers, well it seems to me hateful, if not downright evil. Shame on you (I'm looking at you Kanner, Bettelheim, Breggin and Miller). I guarantee if any of you had children with ASD (a genetic disorder, not psychogenic) you would instantly change your theories. Unless of course you are a die-hard Freudian who likes to blame EVERYTHING on mommy dearest. Fucking misogynists.

Anyway, I guess it's obvious by the title of the song I feel there is a possibility that environmental factors could also be a causation, and while a lot of wackjob/conspiracy theories seem very snake oil-ish (is that a even a word? If not I just made up a new adjective: snake oil-ish), there may be some merit to the theory that it is no coincidence that the spike in autism coincides with the amount of EMF radiation with which we are increasingly being bombarded.^[1][2] Or, (less likely IMO) a type of "leaky gut" syndrome. ^[3]

Here is a chart, it is heartbreaking:

Reports of autism cases per 1,000 children grew dramatically in the US from 1996 to  2007. Over 1.5% of children in the United States are diagnosed with ASD as of 2014,  a 30% increase from one in 88 in 2012. (UPDATE: Nov 16, 2015 - A new government  survey of parents suggests that 1 in 45 children, ages 3 through 17, have been  diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder.)

No matter the cause, it's probably a good thing we had our boy 40+ years later, if one of the shrinks had told my wife my son's autism was her fault (because she was cold and emotionally crippling to our son) in my presence, I would have most likely punched him in the head. Repeatedly.

I am very happy my son is higher functioning than many others, and I love him more than I can describe in words - he is my life, and my best friend, and every time I see him make progress I feel a thrill of sheer happiness. I wouldn't have any other son, to me he is perfect.