This is not going to be a typical blog about the progresses of our life around the house. Instead I'm going to blog about something that happened recently that I found to be a bit disturbing. For those that know me, know that I do not like nor tolerate mass blanket statements, regardless the topic. Nothing in life is so set in stone. Nothing in life is so black and white. Everything has a hundred shades of grey.
The other night I commented on a post that I felt to be wrong. And I was shamed for my beliefs in my views. A statement was made that my child is the way that he is because of something that I did/ate during pregnancy. That his epilepsy could be cured with more natural means. That we are so dependant upon pharmacuitcals that I was blinded by anything else and of course I was defending big pharma companies because my narrow vision refused to allow me to see anything else.
A medical "professional" expressed her views in a way that was just shallow and tragic. I calmly replied to the post with exactly what our situation was. Why we were on pharmas, why we believed in them. Because it if wasn't for pharmas, we wouldn't have Dinky. Epilepsy is not something someone can cure. Once you're epileptic, you're ALWAYS epileptic. Much like once you're an addict ALWAYS an addict. I had informed these people that the use of CBD oil is an option that is now easily accessable if you know the right avenues to get it. Yes, people all over turn to pharmas a lot more quickly than they should be. Yes, there are more natural methods out there to help curb health problems. Yes, there is a link towards clean eating and taking care of yourself that will help solve health issues. I know this. But there are those out there, millions upon millions of people that depend on big pharma companies to live.
Do I wish there were more natural treatments for Dinky? All the time. Do I wish that our life didn't have to revolve around pill crushing? The formula making? The hospital living? The therapies? All. The. Damned. Time. But if wishes were pennies, we would be so, so rich. Wishing for things to change doesn't mean they will. Wishing for things to be different turns into a big cycle of loathing. Of fear. Of worry. Of what-ifs. I do not have time for that. If I were to spend every moment of every day wishing for things to be different, I would miss out on so many of the things that Dinky CAN do. I would miss out on all the things that ARE Dinky.
Yes. Big pharma companies could and should fund natural approaches so that not everyone needs to rely and depend on them. Yes, it is because of big pharma companies that there are all kinds of problems with drug-resistant strains of everything. Yes. I know this. I am not an idiot regardless of what some people think. I do not agree with prescribing a pill for every single cough or rash. I do agree that holistic methods should be taught in school and used in conjunction to "traditional" means of medicine. For a lot of conventional medications there are more natural treatments. I know this. I am not an idiot.
If turning vegan and clean eating would solve the massive world health crisis, I support that. I am not against a natural remedy when it works. My older children get more holistic approaches when they're ill. However, that has no place in Dinky's life. I pointed all of these facts out in a calm and educated manner. Yet I was belittled. I had asked a couple of times for suggestions for more natural approaches towards helping seizure management. My pleas were ignored. You would think that if you have some kind of information or suggestion to help ease some of the troubles that my littlest is dealing with, they would be suggested. But no, I was attacked.
I was told that I took a statement and blew it out of proportion. That I took offense to a statement were none was to be had.
My views on certain things differ from others. I am okay with that. I never shame anyone for their views on anything. Because I am human. And I have compassion. But these people would not take me seriously. Why?
Because I am a meat eater. I am a murderer. My children are growing up in a home without compassion. I am no better than a racist. Because I eat meat. Therefore I am the worlds worst person, because I eat and enjoy animal flesh, I must be uneducated to the plight and suffering of animals that die. Of the animals that are abused and mistreated in the name of commercial farming.
Now, let's get one thing straight. I enjoy meat. I DO NOT agree with animal abuse. No animal should suffer. But because I eat meat, I agree wtih animal abuse. Because I eat meat, I'm part of what's wrong with the world. Because I eat meat, I lack compassion and empathy. I have no heart.
***(I will take this moment to apologize right now because I try not to cuss in my blog)***
FUCK. THAT. SHIT.
No one has any right to judge my compassion (or lack there of) if they have no actual part in our lives. No one has any right to judge my empathy (or lack there of) if they have no idea what we deal with. Every. Single. Day. No one has any right, period, to judge me for the choices we make as a family unit. Of the choices I make for myself. My family. No one has any right to judge ANYONE because of their views. Yet it happens. All the time. Every single day there are people out there judged because they view things differently. Because they believe in something different.
Guess what.
I do not care what you believe in. You believe in something. You believe in God (whatever flavour you believe in, good for you!). You believe in animal rights. Hooray for you! You believe in the purple sock wearing-cheese eating-burping pig from Saturn? Okay I think that might be a little strange, but SO WHAT! I don't care.
However, I do have a problem with zealots. They're everywhere. Those people that believe in one thing so hard that the whole world has to be wrong. They'll kill for their beliefs. They'll die for them. They will spend hours every single day fighting those that think differently. That believe differently. That feel differently. That eat differently. They'll judge swiftly. They'll judge harshly. They'll act out in terroristic ways. They have no problem murdering. Of hurting. They do not listen.
That I do have a problem with.
Vegans that reach Hitler level of crazy have no sense of compassion towards humans. It's like they reserve all their compassion towards animals and forget how to act like decent, respectful humans. That pisses me off. Everyone has a story. Everyone has the moral right to choose what they feel works for them. Regardless of how you disagree with their choice, you are no better than anyone else.
Comparing someone that eats meat to being a racist? Please.
If I'm racist because I eat meat... doesn't that make Hitler level Vegans... ISIS?
They act no better than them. It's disgusting. I eat meat. They eat plants. I don't care. Save the world. They're entitled to their opinions. I think they're bat-fart crazy in the way they go about it. If you believe in something, educate. If you want people to learn, educate. Do not judge. Provide facts and ideas.
And my whole blog post got turned on itself.
But don't you know that Dinky's problems would be solved by clean eating. By natural means of medication and care?
My whole point is this:
I believe in what I want to believe in. I believe that pharma companies can and do help people. I believe that the pharma companies can and should fund natural treatments. I do believe that.
But I also believe in and know for a fact that if we did not have access to pharama companies, my child would be DEAD. So I am thankful for pharma companies. I am thankful for those that turn to natural remedies. I am thankful for the activists that push so hard to get medications. I am thankful for the activists that fight long and hard to get natural treatments easily accessable to people. I am thankful for the support of friends and family that stand with us in our choices for Dinky and for our family. I guess I have to be thankful for the crazy zealots as well. Because without them I wouldn't realize how normal I am.
That being said: If anyone has decides to get all Hitler crazy in what they believe in, please, calmly exit my life. I do not have time to deal with another round of crazy.
