The Blame Game

We attended an autism conference last weekend. It was a mix of the regular money grabbers, useless studies (we want to know how stressed special needs parents are - hey guess what, we're stressed! Now what? Do I get a cookie?), and hokey stuff like hyperbaric oxygen therapy (which I was informed *only* works if you do exactly 40 sessions and spend at least $5000. Of course! My hubby writes a longer analysis on his blog.)

There were also a lot of people looking to blame someone or something, but when you talk to them, they all seem a little ASD themselves. Sorry but there's probably a large genetic component!

The blame game doesn't get you anywhere, you just have to deal with what you have. Look, even I think there's probably some chemical out there that is slowly poisoning us or building up over time and messing with our DNA or neurological system or whatever. But I don't think it's vaccines, I don't think it's a conspiracy and I don't think a fad diet is going to cure him.

I think I just have to do the best we can with what we got, which is a very sweet, friendly, intelligent and beautiful little boy. Why would I want to blame anyone for that? I created a masterpiece.