Chapter One: It Begins

I came into this world on October 31^st 1962, to a family that should never have had children.  If my mother were alive today and had a psychologist look at her, they would deem her bipolar and more. My mother was a chameleon with the ability to scream, throw, and threaten whoever, with whatever she had in her hands or close to her.  My psychologist did a test with me two years ago called EMDR, which took me back to two and a half years of age. The strength of the memory that it pulled forward on me was too much; my body and mind could not withstand it, so the EMDR therapy was stopped. It was my sister, taking me for steroid needles, for my breathing as a little boy, which my mother never took me for. I can remember calling my sister “MOMMY” and my real mother “Nanny,” which was the connection I had with my mother. My mother was our family’s downfall in all of her children’s lives.  My mother gave birth to six children. She lost the first two, a boy and a girl, shortly after giving birth. My sister followed, then my two brothers. I was the youngest, a boy, a twin, and my mother miscarried the twin. I believe my mother only had children because, at the time she got married, it was her role to make a family. For that reason, I truly believe that we who lived all paid the price. And now, at 63, I am still paying the price as my body is shutting down due to an autoimmune disorder. I would like for everyone to understand that all Autoimmune Diseases and Disorders have one common factor: stress. For a child, it can start early, as soon as they can remember. So, as adults, if you think it’s all right to fight in front of your child, slam doors in front of your child, use profanity in front of your child, threaten or hit your wife or your children while you’re doing one or all these, you are all builders of autoimmune diseases because of the stress you cause and build.