My dead sister, Arlyn, was someone I never met.
I was often told by my older brothers that I came about because my parents were chasing to have a girl in the family. Or that I came from a can of sardines.
Whichever came first.
According to the stories I heard growing up, however, my sister died as an infant due to an overdose of vaccines. All remaining 3 children never had any vaccinations since then.
And that was that.
I had measles, mumps, chicken pox, and all other illnesses growing up but something that most every other kid had during my time. You ride it out and you shook it off.
Of course, my youth was during the Ancient Times, when boys weren’t allowed to cry, and perhaps just about the time they crucified Jesus.
We were never vaccinated. We got sick. But we lived.
So all these recent stories of anti-vaccination and its link towards Autism awakened some deeply imbedded misconceptions I may have had.
I have two children.
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