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Profiles have sprung up and users changed their nicknames to "Praying for Julie" "Light a candle for Cazzie" "Pray for slow mover".

Yeah this is a true story.. only the names have been changed to protect the guilty.

Other users in the blogging community of myspace have claimed they are suffering fatal diseases and chronic illnesses. In the past few weeks young cancer suffers have "died" others been rushed to hospital with relapses and more "pray for" bulletins circulated. While I am not saying that all these are fake because there are some really genuinely sick people out there, I am saying to you all. Be Careful.


If it smells.. It usually is off. Question things. If stories change/conflict or details are "vague" then it could be a "fake".

In 2000 after a few Internet cases of people "dying" on messageboards, a psychologist called Feldman coined a new term



Munchhausen by Internet is a psychiatric issue that makes sufferers crave attention and sympathy by lying and creating fake illnesses and posting them on message boards and blog communities. Myspace is a very easy "playground" for these psychiatrically unbalanced people as you cannot check the ip addresses of the people posting messages. Therefore these people can use profiles and fake profiles to garner that sympathy and attention they are sadly lacking in their own lonely existences.

There are now three types of Munchhausen Syndrome, Munchausen, where the perpetrator is constantly craving attention from the medical world and undergoes tests for mysterious conditions that cannot be clinically or pathologically diagnosed. Then there is Munchhausen by Proxy, where the person alleges and causes illness in a close family member, often their own child and now finally Munchhausen By Internet, a fast growing phenomena which with the advent of the Internet is a far easier, much more accessible and less painful way for the perpetrator to garner sympathy. Who needs to go to the library anymore when there is the University of Google able to be attended part time from the comfort of your own armchair.

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Overall with a bit of delving and opening of the eyes, these people are fairly easy to spot as their method of operation is fairly standard. Everyone of these "Munchhausen by Internet" cases who posts blogs of themselves contracting deadly diseases or accidents or "dying"has a gaggle of fake profiles (usually in the name of real life friends or family) to back up and serve as protectors for the lie. When questioned about these things not adding up, these fake profiles will rise to extraordinary defence of the "sick" person and accuse the questioner of being cold and cruel and callous. These Psychiatrically damaged people



- Someone who claims being abused as a child. This in many cases is hard to prove as the MBI is a habitual liar and rarely tells the truth. The pointers here are that the perpetrator craves warmth, affection, sympathy and care. There is reports available that say some of these people have had abusive relationships with their mother or primary caregiver.

- MBI's are compulsive habitual liars. They will lie about and plump up past education (not unusual for them two have two or three degrees). They will lie about past achievements.. overall they just lie

- Check back in these peoples blog archives. You can see the pattern from their early blogs to now as well as in some cases edited blogs.

- Changes in stories, conflicting things, old blogs not matching their comments -edited.

- Lies are "close" to the truth. Stories are changed slightly to sound believable but do not cross reference when checked with facts.

- MBI sufferers usually have a multitude of fake profiles to back up the "sick" persons claims and attack and fend off anyone who questions the illness. - This could be seen recently in the ~Praying for Julie~ situation where it was questioned by a person, only to have a a whole community attack this person for being "cold and cruel and callous'.

Well I am not cold and cruel and callous but I do ask many questions and as I said.. when things don't add up .. they just don't add up.

- Unusual fixations in blogs. For example a young MBI girl who is portraying a sick "Mother" will blog incessantly about the daughter and how good she is ..or in plain English.. blowing smoke up her ass.

- Tests being undergone will not make sense. For example "someone says they spent all day with their post comatose sick mother in a room with these big machines" and posts pictures of "themselves" sitting besides MRI machines. people who have had experience with MRI machines know, number 1... that no one is allowed in the room and even the radiographer is in another room and number two that the test does not last all day, usually around 30 minutes. It is little things like this that should raise your suspicion. It is always the little things that make you go huh

- The MBI sufferer will say they have cancer but  the tests, cancers themselves, chemotherapy and treatments will not make sense to someone actually suffereing the disease and having treatment. For example someone says they are on "chemo like pills" very vague but a suggestion of chemo none the less.

- When MBI's first post of their illness it is often in a light hearted throw away off hand way that is rather vague. This ellicites sympathy because the person is apparently " soldiering on"

_ When the MBI person is cornered and questioned they will bring out those fake profiles to attack the questioner. This can be amusing on blogs where the "sick" person is very christian like asking for prayers and then gets very nasty and stirs up their supporters in defence. This is often bitchy and very nasty and the questioner will be left reeling wondering what the hell happened there.

- Others posting in support of the sick victim will have identical patterns of writing ie when someone logs into the sick persons profile and posts a blog on behalf of them that was dictated "apparently" from beside the hosptial bed.. will have same fonts used (changed from defaults) same layout style and same errors. Patterns can be seen by people reading these messages and blogs from these "supporters" of the "sick" victim. Usually their posting style is identical to the "sick" victim.

- an MBI will often gather other actual sick people into their web of lies and use their sickness to promote their own garnering of sympathy needs.. this occurred to my friends and self recently when someone we suspect has a bad case of this illness around here offered to do a "prayer" blog for us when Kahleah was in hospital..

- MBI's will message people using fake profiles of so called real life family and friends to help cement their stories. These fake profiles often will go to great lengths to deceive their victim and once again garner sympathy.


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I have posted these links below for all reader to be able to look further and see for themselves. If you do notice this happening. Don't be afraid to speak to your other online acquaintances, chances are they are feeling the same way you are. Sharing knowledge and talking it out can be helpful. It is the silence and the fear that allows these people to operate. They are sick units, they will refuse help for their psychiatric illness and not even acknowledge that they have an issue.


Some of the links below have an extract from the site linked. I did not write the following myself it is extracts form the links



Hubpages - Munchausens by Internet
SCENARIO 1 Lauren is a long-time member and frequent poster on the message boards over at a pet lover's community. One day, she composes a new post that says something like, "I CAN BARLY TYPE BOTH ARMS R IN CAST OWWW IT HURTS OH DEAR GOD PRAY FOR ME PLEASE!" Community members will respond, obviously concerned, and Lauren's next post will be typed by her "brother" as she dictates, telling him what to say. He will relay a story about how he is sitting next to Lauren in her hospital bed because she fell off the roof/got beat up by her ex-boyfriend/was mugged at gunpoint. Some fakers will even go so far as to say they will be bed-ridden for the next two months and will be so bored. Would anyone mind checking out her Amazon.com wishlist and buying her the books and movies she's been wanting?

A Strange case of Munchausens By Internet
Okay, maybe he wasn't using his real name to post online. That's not unusual. But then he posted a photo of himself to the list. And it looked so fake. It looked like a yearbook photo, scanned in, with the eyes and hair visibly Photoshopped to match his description. And it was very awkwardly cropped - probably to disguise the fact that it was a photo of a boy in an ordinary white shirt, rather than a picture of a doctor in a white coat. And then I remembered that his "friend," a person on the list who claimed to know him in real life, was a digital artist.

Then there was his extreme defensiveness, if he thought anyone was questioning his expertise. He'd say things like "I know better than you, I'm a doctor." That struck a wrong note, because, in my experience, people who really do have credentials don't feel the need to flaunt them that way. The more you learn, the more you realize how little you really know.

Most tellingly, there was the fact that his life was so dramatic. That's a key sign of what some have dubbed "Munchausen by Internet." His mother died of cancer when he was a child. His father abused him. He was raped in his apartment, and then again, in the parking lot of the hospital where he supposedly worked. He threatened to kill himself if he didn't pass his exams. His cousin was hit by a car - on his birthday. Despite the fact that a few days before Christmas the cousin was on death's door, he recovered enough that he was home by Christmas. His friend donated bone marrow to two people (when I've been in the database for ten years, and haven't been called once). He saved a Russian mail-order bride from a botched abortion. And much more. Taken all together, it just didn't seem likely.

At this point, you're probably thinking I'm a complete idiot for not catching on earlier. Especially since I've run into this kind of faker before. But in fandom, there's a tendency to trust. To take people at face value. It's different if you're selling on eBay, or vetting potential dates on Match.com. Then, you're cautious, because you know people are tronying to get something from you. But a Munchausen's sufferer wants only your attention, so it often doesn't occur to you to be suspicious. I realized that some of the things the "doctor" was saying were improbable, but I thought he was just exaggerating. It didn't occur to me that it was all completely made up.

Munchausen By Internet - Faking Illness online

Clues to Detection of False Claims

Based on experience with two dozen cases of Munchausen by Internet, I have arrived at a list of clues to the detection of factititous Internet claims. The most important follow:

1. the posts consistently duplicate material in other posts, in books, or on health-related websites;
2. the characteristics of the supposed illness emerge as caricatures;
3. near-fatal bouts of illness alternate with miraculous recoveries;
4. claims are fantastic, contradicted by subsequent posts, or flatly disproved;
5. there are continual dramatic events in the person's life, especially when other group members have become the focus of attention;
6. there is feigned blitheness about crises (e.g., going into septic shock) that will predictably attract immediate attention;
7. others apparently posting on behalf of the individual (e.g., family members, friends) have identical patterns of writing.

Lessons

Perhaps the most important lesson is that, while most people visiting support groups are honest, all members must balance empathy with circumspection. Group members should be especially careful about basing their own health care decisions on uncorroborated information supplied in groups. When Munchausen by Internet seems likely, it is best to have a small number of established members gently, empathically, and privately question the author of the dubious posts. Even though the typical response is vehement denial regardless of the strength of the evidence, the author typically will eventually disappear from the group. Remaining members may need to enlist help in processing their feelings, ending any bickering or blaming, and refocusing the group on its original laudable goal.

Wired.com - Munchausens By Internet
When a person's fakery is revealed to the online group -– usually after a series of inconsistent posts or obvious factual errors -- Feldman describes the aftermath as "devastating" to individuals who've invested emotional energy in the person and, also, to the group, which often becomes divided between those who still believe and those who don't. Feldman recalls one instance where a Munchausen by Internet sufferer's "son" logged on to say his father had committed suicide after several group members confronted him.


wired - Medtech News Munchhausens by Internet


Healthy Place - munchausen By Internet
They make fantastic personal claims, which are later disproved or contradicted.

• They describe the worsening of an illness, followed by a miraculous recovery.
• They give light-hearted descriptions of serious medical problems.
• They bring in "supporting players" when their audience's attention wanes. ("Now my mother's terminally ill.")

And there's no doubt these storytellers can have an enormous impact on Internet support groups. Among other things, Feldman says, they can:

• Create a division between those who believe the tale and those who don't
• Cause some to leave the group
• Temporarily distract the group from its mission by forcing it to focus on the poser

http://www.medscape.com/viewarticle/410578
The risk exists not only that faulty information will be imparted unwittingly, but also that cyberspace resources will be deliberately mis-used to garner attention and nurturance. Such online behavior can be viewed as a manifestation of factitious disorder or Munchausen by proxy (MBP).⁸ In these conditions, individuals willfully feign or induce illness in themselves or in others, respectively. Their goal is emotional gratification from commandeering the sick role.⁹ Instead of seeking care at numerous hospitals, these individuals can now gain new audiences merely by clicking from one support group to another.

Under the pretense of illness, they can also join multiple groups simultaneously or establish different personae on a single group. False claims of victimization have also been conceptualized as a variant of factitious disorder¹⁰ or MBP.¹¹

Fabricated reports of stalking,¹² assault,¹³ harassment,¹⁴ and sexual abuse¹⁵ have been described in which the motive for the deceptions was mobilization of care and concern, and this manifestation has moved onto the Internet as well. 

For the above link please reference the Online court case blog written by me attached. Please feel free to wander around the court case to see a classsic example of the above by
Mayet's Court Case Blog About a compulsive Liar on Myspace LindanMikey

These claims often include elements of pseudologia fantastica, in which one lies floridly about one's personal history, but in a manner that remains compelling.

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So in conclusion.. next time you get a bulletin that someone is dying (again" rushed to hospital (again) relapsed died or been cured miraculously.. be careful and don't believe all you read.. there is some great fiction writers out there.. but the trouble is..they try to fool people into thinking it is fact...

check facts....

In my second year of high school I had a maths teacher, who was the endless source of amusement for me. I was a terror back then with a strong sense of social justice which made for some rebellious acts against the "system" even then.

 
To describe Mr. Gaunt to you is a tad difficult. My only description of him gets rather confused because every time I think of Mr. Gaunt, Mr. Bean pops into my head and I crack up laughing. To this day I can not differentiate between the two. I am telling you now, Rowan Atkinson modeled Mr. Bean from My Mr. Gaunt.

 

 

I had always been put in the top class but I hated it. My friends were in the lower graded classes and the other kids in my class were stuck up snobs. So I made it my mission to be put in the lower classes with my friends. Hence not long after the start of my mission I was moved down into Mr. Gaunts lower math class with all the cool people and all my friends.

 
There was only one problem with that.

Mr. Gaunt was stuck teaching the lower classes because he was well, Mr. Beanlike dumb.

 

 

He wore long socks, long shorts with a short sleeved shirt and tie and I really think his face was more Mr. Beanlike than Mr. Bean. He was a confirmed bachelor who lived in a tiny flat and the thought of him with a woman was the source of many laughter outburst by my friends and myself in class. Mind you he didn't rate as high on the idiot scale as  Mr. Freame, the Latin master but Mr. Freame and my detention stories are still to come.

 

Mr. Gaunt had no control over the class. He would turn to us and ask us if we thought we should have a math's test the next week. Well hey, back then everything had been sorted into lots of life already. He was asking every potential deviant over the years to come in our home if we WANTED a math test? Somehow we managed to persuade him every week that we were not quite ready.

 

Mr. Gaunt had many peculiarities other than having his shorts hitched up to his ribcage and a way of walking that at best could be described as Emu Like. He had a weird habit of waiting until we were all seated quietly in the class before making his entrance and he would EMU into the room and up to his desk, pulling his chair out and turning it to face the class. Then he would stand behind it and swing a leg over it, placing his foot on the seating part and begin rocking it back and forward leaning on his knee as he talked. He would proceed to waffle on for forty minutes about nothing. Or preach sermons on the greatness of math. Coming from a class where we actually did math, this was all new to me but got boring real quick. It seemed to drone on worse than the minister on Sundays, day after day, week after week.

 

One day it got too much for the imp in me. I waited until everyone was in class and watched Mr. G EMU his way up the corridor and then I made my entrance. I EMUED, myself along the corridor past the tiny glass windows and into the classroom and the rest of the class burst out laughing at me as soon as they saw me. They were used to my imitations and I had my Mr. G act down pat by this stage. Before I even got to my desk he called to me so I got to my seat and pulled it out as I threw my bag down and swung my leg over the back of it in an exact imitation of his own daily morning ritualistic actions.

 

"Yes Mr. G, present and accounted for Sir." I said with a cheeky grin on my face as the rest of the class sat in silent anticipation of what was to come.

 

"You are late young lady" He said pointing his finger at me and puffing his chest out.

 

I pointed my finger right back. "So I am sir" I took at deep breath and stood there grinning with my own puny chest puffed out too.

 

He started rocking his chair back and forth as he did when he got nervous.

"If everyone was late we wouldn't have a class" He said, his hand still pointing at me.

 My hand still pointed at him and my own chair started rocking in time with his. "It's not like I missed anything important sir".

 At that point he dropped his arm across his knee and kept rocking, just staring at me. I had shocked him. He was speechless. His mouth opened and closed like a fish.

 

 

I stood there silent too, my own hand now dropped into position to match his and I watched him as I rocked in time to him.

 "That is beside the point." he exploded. "You are supposed to be here present in the class to get an education"

 One of the other kids spoke up at that point. He was one of the sporty kids that I didn't have much to do with.

 
"Well Mr. G, it is the point really. You never teach us anything. You just stand there preaching all lesson".

A voice from the back of the class piped up with "and swings on his chair all day doing it". That set everyone off. The whole class started laughing out loud, letting go of all the tension build up from the confrontation.

 

Mr. G started shaking as his face turned bright purple. I was still rocking in time with his motions and he turned to me, pointed and said

"YOU!!! outside in the corridor now, everyone else silence" He stepped off his char and went and stood uncomfortably behind his desk.

 
I pointed back again and stepped off my chair in time with him. "Yes sir, at your command". The hum started around me as I stepped into the aisle and EMUED my way to the front of the class. It got louder as all the class took it up and I stepped out into the corridor where the door was ajar and I could see in.

 

The moment I stepped out the hum stopped. It was our thing, our little call of unity when one of us got into trouble to let them know it was ok and everyone was behind them.

 

I stood against the wall for a minute cursing myself for not grabbing my bag with my cigarettes in it. As I debated walking back in and grabbing my bag I pulled out a lump from my pocket. It was my little round grey plastecine ball (like play dough) . I always had it in my pocket to keep my self busy while Mr. Gaunt droned on day after day. I stated modeling shapes and then sticking them on the door where the rest of the kids could see them but Mr. Gaunt couldn't. Each new creation bought a fit of stifled giggles as they tried to keep straight faces and pretend they were absorbed in his speech.

 

By now he was lecturing again on how if we all learned our math we could become rocket scientists and accountants. I, being me, of course began to model the obvious shape. A penis and balls. I carefully arranged them into a shape that looked a bit like a face and then revealed to the class what I had created on the door.

 

They erupted into a fit of laughter again. All of them were in hysterics, not so much by the "penis and balls" concept, but at the positioning because they could see what was going to happen next…. And it did……. Classically…..

 

By this time I was innocently standing on the other side of the corridor minding my own business. When the class erupted into giggles, Mr. Gaunt EMUED his way over to the door and threw it open yelling as he did so, "What is going on out here".

 

The class lost it at this point and absolutely squealed with laughter because what Mr. Gaunt didn't realize was, that as he opened the door my new molded shape was dangling right in front of his mouth.

 

Suddenly he looked down and saw it in horror. He froze and then screamed himself and went running off down the corridor which made everyone crack up even more. Just then the bell rang for end of class. Everyone was still laughing as they made their way out. We didn't see Mr. Gaunt around the school for a week or so after that and things were never the same but that was a good thing.

 

We got a new maths teacher who actually taught Math. A few weeks later, Mr. Gaunt left teaching and joined the priesthood. No I am not joking he seriously did join the priethood and that made perfect sense to me because he didn't cut it as a teacher…. And as for me.. I am always in trouble… just the depth varies

Australia has quietly proposed new email security that will allow bosses to spy on employees emails for "security reasons". I love how they slip something so sly in and make it look so completely innocent and a much needed have to have commodity. They actually convince people to accept this loss of privacy. Sounds so innocent, but what people don't see is the bigger picture. The greater chopping and slashing of peoples rights and privacy which is creating a race of sheep and people who believe and accept everything dished out to them. People are no longer taught to question or to be individual.

I like how they say privacy and consumer groups would be consulted. The Delphi Technique of achieving concensus is already in place in these groups everywhere. The desired outcome is already set in concrete. Soon they won't even bother to make it look good. We will just accept and follow and allow ourselves to be stripped and herded into the yards.

I love how the new "satan" AKA "the terrorist threat" is used in the article as justification of the freedom strip.

Employers To Read Workers Emails

Employers would be able to read their staff's emails under proposed new national security laws being considered by the Federal Government.
The new laws would give companies extra powers to monitor their computer networks to prevent cyber-attacks.
They would be allowed to check their staff's emails and internet communications without their consent.
Deputy Prime Minister Julia Gillard has told Channel Nine the proposed changes would step up national security of Australia's computer networks.
"We want to make sure that they are safe from terrorist attack," she said.

"Part of doing that is making sure we've got the right powers to ensure that we can tell if there's something unusual going on in the system.

"So it's a national security move, not a move about an unseemly interest in people's private emails."

A spokesman for the Attorney-General says cyber-threats are growing and that privacy experts and unions will be consulted about the proposed laws.

it is stories like this that scare me. Or more the repercussions of the story in question that scare me the most.

670 000 chinese people are without drinking water after severe drought in the Liaoning Province in North East China. The article goes on to say that 50 million Chinese face drinking water shortages each year.

That is where the scary bits come to mind. That is 50 million people. A huge amount, Over twice the population of Australia alone that face potential death each year. Do you think that these people are going to sit back and allow themselves to starve and die of thirst? All 50 million? Or are they going to get ideas? Might is right, Why should they sit back and die when they see that the grass is greener or in this case, the water is bluer on the other side of the fence.

China has self designed for it's future. A future that doesn't need nostradamus to prophecize. Maybe it was natural selection and the only way the pyramid could go, after it was built but the over population and one child boy preferred policy has created a monster. A monster that has no choice but to unleash. China grows in power every day. 

More and more western civilzation rely on China to make, create and supply many of it's basic needs. Most electrical appliances, computer parts, technology, toys and more are made in China. We funnell huge amounts of money, uncaringly into the Chinese coffers.

China buys it's basics off us like coal and other supplies and then get that money back one hundred fold through the products those basic elements produce.

The one child boy preferred regime has produced an army. An Army of horny virile fit soldiers full of national patriotism and the need for supremecy.  China gets richer but their people get poorer in base needs, that wealth has come at a price. The cost? The cost is the land, the environment, the pollution and the health of the citizens. China has not cared about the byproducts and reactions to it's massive industrial growth. If a nation cares so little about polluting it's own land and contaminating it's own people, how do they view other lands, how do they view other peoples? Is it with contempt?

China has no choice, they have sowed the seeds of their own destruction in that creation of wealth and growth. They have nowhere to go but out and over if they wish to survive. The land is polluted, it is raped of natural resources, the farmlands are either in drought or flood and the people are in the grip of health crisis with issues such as the Bird Flu and AIDs reaching epidemic proportions.

It is a matter of time, when the time is right, China will destroy the western economy and start taking over. All they need to do is to flood the market with US dollars and bamm!! worthless economy, America would not just go into recession, it would fall into a pit. The depression of the 30's will look like a bump in the road after this.

ABC Net.au - China 670 000 Have No Water. 

A drought in China's north-east Liaoning province has left nearly 700,000 people without drinking water after rainfall in the first three months of 2008 tumbled to one-fifth levels last year, the Xinhua agency said.

The area is a top grain producer, and maize and rice farming is due to begin next week, but from January to the end of March it had got less than 2 centimetres of rain.

Some 66 reservoirs have dried up, but the area has raised cash to build 1,700 new wells and expand and upgrade water conservation systems to try and ensure spring planting can go ahead, Xinhua said, citing local sources.

China's weather administration said in early April that drought parching other parts of northern China was the worst in several decades and would continue this month.

Drought and floods are perennial problems in China, which has per capita water resources that are well below the global average. Its meteorologists have said global climate change is exacerbating extreme weather, including droughts.

About 30 million Chinese in the countryside and more than 20 million in urban areas face drinking water shortages every year despite huge government investment to address the problem.

I don't know why it takes Government so long to get with the program on certain issues. One of them is food color. As a mother of food sensitive hyperactive autistics,  I know what food colors can do. if you give my child green or red food color in cordials or other foods you can actually watch the physical and mental changes in them. Within 15 minutes a normal placid happy child will be a ranting running yelling jumping, climbing the walls tarzan on steroids.

Everyone knows this, even parents of non sensitive children, so why does it take "decades" as quoted in the following article to finally ban food colors due to the danger they present to children. The damage is done, we have a generation of children affected by these products. What about preservatives? Will they get banned now too or is that hoping too much in a modern day society that relies on these things to make it pretty and last longer?

Is the Government worried about a mass legal suit for all the citizens claiming that they knew full well, as they do and did that these products are dangerous to the human body and brain.

Is the toll on the health services getting too much. Is the government finally waking up and realizing how much control they have given up to companies like food producers and the drug companies?

13 billion dollar a year global industry in food additives alone. Can you imagine the impact all of that actually has had on health. That is not just the ADHD kids, How about auto immune diseases, arthritis, MS and other chronic diseases that aare ascerbated by theese products that harm not help the human body. 

http://www.independent.co.uk

Food agency calls for ban on six artificial colours

Friday, April 11, 2008

The Food Standards Agency recommended ministers call for manufacturers to remove six artificial colours by the end of 2009 and lobby for a European Union-wide ban. The FSA's advice to parents will be strengthened to warn them about the dangers of the E-numbers tartrazine (E102), quinoline yellow (E104), sunset yellow (E110), carmoisine (E122), ponceau 4R (E124) and allura red (E129).

These colours and the preservative sodium benzoate (E211) were linked to hyperactivity in a £750,000 study by Southampton University, which found they made primary school children become distracted and fail a computer attention test.

The researchers estimated that 30 per cent of cases of attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD) would be prevented if companies removed the colours used in the £13bn-a-year global additives industry.

I think I've mentioned that my lovely five Year old Has Aspgergers Syndrome along with his older sister Kiralea. Well I thought I would introduce you to Brodie and all the exciting things that Brodie gets up to of a day







To Brodie you are alien and really weird. You think weird and you act silly and you lie a lot. You don't say what you mean. Your world is horrid loud, brash, harsh and cruel to Brodie. Your world is a prison to Brodies soul.

And you are the one with the disability. You just aren't that good. Brodie is. You see it's the Brodies of the world that have given you the ability to be able to read this the instant I post it. It's the Brodie's of the world that allow you to fly and watch spaceship's lifting off. It's the Brodies of the world that solve most of your problems and allow humanity to move ahead.



Creative eccentric genius. That is Aspergers Autism. The wheel was probably invented by someone with Aspergers, Da Vinci, from all records left also appeared to have Aspergers. In fact most of the great people down through time had Aspergers. The thinkers, the inventors, the creators.







Brodie lives in Brodie's world, there is no other world. You do not exist. If you do exist you are there in that moment of time purely for brodie's use. Once Brodie has no more use for you, you are no longer there. If Brodie doesn't want to see you, he won't. If Brodie doesn't want to talk to you, he won't and basically if Brodie doesn't want to be a good boy for you, he won't.


It's not that he wants to be naughty, it is just that Brodie doesn't know boundaries. Brodie has no self control at all.

The police were called after Brodie had wandered off yet again. By the time the police had arrived Brodie had walked in the front gate and into his room and was standing with his arms crossed facing the wall refusing to acknowledge anyone.

As the police walked up the front path Brodie stuck his head out the window and yelled  "Hello Mr Policman. Are you going to underarrested my mummy?"

He then came out to where I was talking to the police on the front verandah entertainment area and proceeded to do cartwheels all over before bouncing off the verandah sofa and then hanging upside down on the fence next to the police officer.

The policeman told him to get down because he wanted to have a talk to him. Brodie got down and stood in front of the policeman at attention looking very serious. The policeman gave him the usual lecture about running off on mummy while daddy was sick and told him not to go out the gate. Bad things can happen to little boys. Quite the stern lecture actually and Brodie stood their looking at the policeman stock still, seemingly listening earnestly.

The policeman finished his stern talk and them looked at Brodie.

Officer: "Now did you understand all that son"
Brodie nods
Officer: "So you know you are not to go out the front or open the door and run out the gate again don't you Brodie?"
Brodie nods
Officer: "So you kow you have to be a good boy and do what mummy tells you to do don't you Brodie?"
Brodie nods
Officer: "and your going to b a good boy now aren't you Brodie and stay at home all the time?
Brodie nods
Officer: "now what have you got to say to your mummy Brodie"
Brodie turns to me with his big brown eyes. "Sorry mum I'll be good now. I love you."
Officer: "and what have you got to say to me Brodie?"
Brodie: "Are you going to underest my mummy or not?"
Officer: "No Brodie I am here to see about you. What are you going to do?"
Brodie: "I'll be good. Sorry, now can you arrested my mummy?"
Offiver: "No brodie but your going to be good so I don't have to come and see you again"
Brodie: "can I go in the car next time?"
Officer: Brodie are you listening to me?"
Brodie: *sigh* Yes I"M listening to you. I'll be good so you won't have to come again". (shoulders slump, chin hangs on chest")
Officer: So you will stay inside the yard and not go out the gate again".
Brodie: "I won't officer, I'll be good."
Officer: "Ok Brodie you can go now"
Brodie hops down off the verandah, runs down the front path, out the front gate and starts skipping merrily off up the road on another adventure.

The look on the two policemen's faces  "Priceless"

There is only Brodie's world. You are part of his world, he is not part of yours.


Brodie lives in a world of his own. Oh he talks to others, when required but won't sit and have a discsussion on the merits of one Bionicle over another. Mind you if you touch his bionicle, or he loses it, there is hell to pay. Until that bionicle is found, its really not worth living.

My favourite Expression uttered millions of times daily to my other children -


One Time when I was in Cairns at the pool on the esplanade I had to go and change Kahleah's water nappy in the toilets, so I said to my eldest daughter Krystal (19 at time) could she watch Brodie while I went and put Kahleahs knickers on. I changed her and walked out again, Brodie was gone and Krystal was talking to a "boy", yet another one that couldn't walk past her boobies.

I had been less than 2 minutes. Well he was found 2 kilometres away on one of the luxury Yachts in the harbour. He had walked in, told them a fake name, (he told them his middle name) said "nice yacht" and then ignored the owners sitting there and set about exploring the yacht, opening cupboards and generally have a sticky beak. That's just Brodie, he wanted to see inside one of the yachts.. so he did. You can't tell him his not allowed to wander off and jump on multi million dollar luxury yachts willy nilly. He does not understand.

After all this is Brodie's world and He can do what he wants. That Yacht was only put there for Brodies use.



Brodie talks in a language all of his own. We call it "E Speak". E speak is a particulalry grating high pitched continuous E sound that can turn your brains to jelly and fry your blood in an instant. Brodie E's when anything doesn't go right. It is a very painful process for anyone listening and can make you wish you were deaf, if not send you deaf.

Can I have some coke?
No
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Can I go to the park
No
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Can I have a movie on
no
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee


Brodie attaches to objects. He has to have something in his hands. Last week it was "Stamper". Stamper was an empty silver office stapler. (I learnt quick never given him staples to go in it or he would staple the cat to the sofa). When you tuck Brodie in bed at night you find the object under his pillow. He won't let it go to toilet or bath. He eats with it and won't be separated from it to go to school even, which of course has a no weapons rule and Stamper along with Brodies other "object" choices, could well be classified as deadly weapons.

Have you ever tried getting a "stamper" as well as an arm inside a shirt sleeve of a morning?



Brodie loves rope. He is fascinated with rope. Often his "object" is a piece of rope which he will continually tie in knots everywhere. There will be rope from one end of the house to the other, twisted up, knotted here and knotted there  on this pice of furntiture, or that pices of furntiture. Best experience for mummy was walking out to a dark kitchen in the middle of the night to find that Brodie had "roped" all the chairs together in the middle of the floor. I think I woke the whole town up with my yells.

Last week Brodie was being "difficult" and I set him in my bedroom in the retreat part on the recliner and turned to put the CD in the rom tray with my back to Brodie. He hadn't spoken to me for an hour except to yell a few no's at me when i asked him questions, so as I bent down I hear this little cheeky voice, "Can I tie you up to the chair mummy" and then he started giggling. That's Brodie.


Brodie wears what he wants to wear when he wants to wear it. Or not wear it depending how he feels. He has no shame so is quite content to strip off naked and play in the water pools at the side of the road. He prefers to be naked.


If Brodie wants to wear something, he wants to wear it. Now Why can't he wear that pink shirt. It looks nice. Why can't he wear shirts over shirts over jackets, he thinks it's cool and why does he have to wear shoes. Wasn't born with shoes, why wear them. Brodie will dress in a nice shirt and shorts and add a clown hat to the ensemble. That's Brodie.

Brodie will only eat what Brodie wants to eat when Brodie wants to eat it.

a typical evening conversation will go something like this

Brodie "I'm hungry mummy"
Me "I'll be dishing dinner out in a minute
Brodie "What's For dinner"
Me " Morrocan Lamb Roast with Vegetables
Brodie (now yelling) "I hate lamb I don't want lamb. I want a vegemite sandwich"
Me (sighing) reaches for the bread and vegemite

Brodie "I'm hungry mummy"
Me "I'll be dishing dinner out in a minute
Brodie "What's For dinner"
Me " Corned beef and white sauce with baked spuds
Brodie (now yelling) "I hate beef I don't want beef. I want a vegemite sandwich"
Me (sighing) reaches for the bread and vegemite

Brodie "I'm hungry mummy"
Me "I'll be dishing dinner out in a minute
Brodie "What's For dinner"
Me " chicken schnitzels salad and fries
Brodie (now yelling) "I hate chicken I don't want chicken. I want a vegemite sandwich"
Me (sighing) reaches for the bread and vegemite


Brodie will not eat cold food if its meant to be hot  (meats and breakfast cereal) and will not eat most hot foods.


Having said all that I have to dish Brodie out a serve of dinner and put it in the fridge because later in the evening or early the next morning (he is not fussy about eating cereal at night either) the conversation goes like this

Brodie: I'm hungry mummy can I have dinner
Me: You didn't want dinner before you wanted a sandwich
Brodie: I want Dinner now
Me: But you said you don't like it
Brodie: But I Like it now eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Me goes to microwave and heats up dinner for Brodie.

Ok so now you are thinking I am a bad mother for not making my son eat the lamb/chicken/beef. The stress it causes to Brodie to try and force him to eat what I want him to eat is too painful for him and us to endure. If I don't make him that sandwich he will focus on that for the rest of the night, not do anything else but eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee and not do anything he is asked, not sleep and not bath. The next morning it continues with a very angry child STILL demanding that sandwich. His brain only focuses on that sandwich and you could offer him ice cream with chocolate and he will still scream for that sandwich. He will scream for that sandwich until he gets that sandwich. A week later he will have eaten nothing and still be screaming for that sandwich.

Once Brodie has his mind set on something, it is the here and now, there is no later because later he will feel completely different then but until the moment's need is met, there is no change, no movement, no motion forward.

This however is the same drive that Aspergers use and take to create positively. An Aspergers person will not give up until the problem at hand is solved. They use extreme logic in thought patterns. Everything is black and white. Everything has a reason. Every Question has an answer and they WILL be the ones to solve it.

Brodie has already had an IQ test when he turned three by a paedatrician who said he was genius and off the scale back then. It was hilarious though. The doc lines up all these toys and asks Brodie what they are and what they are used for. At the time we knew he had food intolerance and were there to get a diet that wouldn't send him berko (aussism for crazy).

So the doc tests him and asks Brodie as he points to them what they are, well by the fifth thing Brodie was bored. Why the hell was this idiot asking him stupid questions for.

So he clammed up. Brodie clams up so well.

Then the doctor prompts him and points to a toy,

 "Is this a plane Brodie"
Silence
"Does it fly brodie"
Silence
"Come on Brodie you know what this is. Is it a plane?"
"No it's a helicopter silly, can't you see it's got two rotors on it".

The doc looks at me, I'm trying to hide my smile and he shakes his head and said he was off the scale and that he had Aspergers and ADHD tendancies too, too which I said thats crap, he just doesn't take chemically poisoned food to well.

See while most people just eat food with preservatives and additives in it and not feel or act any different, it grates on Brodies evolved brain and the chemical cause instant inbalance.





Years ago coal miners used to take a caged canary down the mine shaft to the rockface with them. Mining and methane gas pockets often met with catastrophic results, so the canary was an early age warning system. If the canary turned feet up in the cage, it was time to get out. Methane was leaking.


That's what Brodie is to you. Your own personal canary. Your warning system for toxic products. If it bothers him, his body is fighting it, and trying to get rid of it, he burns it up like lightening in the rush to expel the toxins. If it bothers him, then its not good for the body, any body.

You, well you don't notice a thing in you, your not hypersensitve like Brodie is. But after a while your body notices, you suffer and you get sick. Real sick







This is not actually so. You are the one with the social awkwardness and Brodie knows that. You see Brodie sees all, he sees your hand flutter as you tell a lie, the blink as you embellish a truth, the shuffle of the feet, twitch of a head, they are all computed wthin an instant, recorded and able to be played back at any time like a video in the mind. Everything that goes in is absorbed, examined and catalogued as experience.

See brodie has no time for crap and small talk, he loves nitty gritty and finding out "what makes things tick" and that includes people, he WILL work you out and know your deepest secrets. He will know what you fear and what you like, just by being in the same room as you. Every reaction and movement you make registers to him. He sees and feels all. Everything is heightened. Everything is filed.  He sees in patterns, your patterns and the minute your pattern changes, he knows.


And deep in your unevolved brain you sense that this kid knows more about you than you do and it scares you. It suits you to think he is the one disabled because it helps you feel better about yourself and your own innadequecies.

You can reason with a child that does not have Aspergers. You cannot reason with Brodie because he is a king and a God. What he wants he wants, what he doesn't want he dismisses with a flick of his hand.

and he is a God and he is a King because Brodie and the Brodies of this world are your future. They are the ones that will take you to the next levels of developments. These are the geniuses allow you to live your cushy lives and not have to think.


These Children are your gift from the Gods. They are not disabled, you are. Treat them as they should be treated, nurture their genius, nurture their romantic soft loving souls, Don't be hard or cruel

07:43 AM - Community Criminal (now open)
Category: Life

It was a hot day, the kids had been whining all day about the heat and there was nothing I could do to cool them down. We were in drought with level 6 water restrictions which meant no swimming pool, no outside taps and an empty town pool. Brodie didn't take it too well and he was very loud in his objections to the drought and the distinct lack of water for him to cool his little self off with. It was hard on the kids, it was the first hot days since we had moved back from the tropics where they were used to swimming in the streets every afternoon in the monsoon rain.

Mid morning I went into the kids rooms to start tidying up while the little ones played outside, All of a sudden Brodie came running into the house with heavy footsteps and then there was silence. My ears pricked up to listen to what he was doing but all I could hear was the steady stream of a tap with water flowing outside. Hell No!!. My feet never even hit the floor before I was flying out the back in a mad panic. I skidded up to the tap like a batter running to home base and frantically turned it off. Standing up, I looked in dismay at the now running water just creeping to the end of the short drainage ditch before the side path.

Of course Brodie was nowhere to be found. After spending weeks trying to turn the tap .. we had turned it off with pliers, he finally succeeded, scaring the poop out of himself in the process at the thought of what was going to happen next to him and his little tush.

I had barely rounded him up from his spot in the library behind the bookshelf and was dishing out his lecture when there came a knock at the back door. No, it couldn't be, I thought shaking my head as I went out to answer it. Oh dear it was, standing in front of me were three council workers, in their bright orange shirts that a person needed sunglasses to be around without being blinded and all wearing floppy cowboy hats with bulbous round red suntanned faces.


The largest one, who was obviously designated "leader" by the look of his big "fines" book unfurled in his hand, glared at me as the door opened.

"Ma'am we just received a phone call that reported you had an outisde tap on. You do realize this town is in water restrictions and that is a 300 hundred dollar fine". He said, puffing his beer belly out even further in my face. (I hate being little at times like that)

I did a double take, I could help it. I felt so surreal, like I was in the middle of a movie set or worse the subject of The Truman Show. I peered around for cameras before setting my eyes back on the three men standing with their arms crossed in front of me almost frothing at the mouth in anticipation of a good catch.

I laughed, I couldn't help it.

"Pardon, did you just say what I thought you said", I asked of the beetman in the pumpkin suit directly in front.

He got more blustery if that was possible. "I said do you realize that there is a ban on outside taps and it is a 300 dollar fine. You have been reported as having a tap on and I can see a little bit of water here.


I took a deep breath.

Well yes I do know there is a ban on outside taps and I abide by that ban where possible and that is why the tap was turned off immediately we found it on. I have a small child here that doesn't quite understand that he is not allowed to do his favourite thing in the whole world and we have taken precautions but unless the water is turned off to the taps alltogether I can only do so much.

"Well im sorry, that is not good enough. The law is no outside taps at all, fines are enforced and we encourage people to report all breeches in the water act". "You are lucky its us and not the police taking you down and charging you". Blustered beet Man, beginning to start writing in his fines book. His two cronies, "Bill and Ben" the flowerpot men, nodded in serious agreement at his words, with a look in their eyes that spoke of handcuffing me and parading me through the town naked to be tarred and feathered.

I said. "Listen this is a joke, you cannot be serious I just explained about my son. He doesn't understand he is four years old. It was turned off within a minute".

Beetman kept writing, he eyes peering over the top of the fine book at me. "Our laws are no outside taps at all and you have broken the law".



"Ok well, technically my son broke the law so lets get down to it. I do not waste water, I encourage water savings in every way possible but having said that my husband is inside in bed with radioactive medication that he has to inject into himself. He is not allowed skin contact with me and I wash his vomit buckets outside everyday. i will continue to do so no matter what you come here and threaten me with. I will not wash them inside and expose my children to the radioactivity. I could have lied and said that was what happened today but I didn't. As I said my son turned the tap on and I turned it off.

"If you do that ever Ma'am you will be fined everytime and we will be having your neighbours report you" Spluttered beetman getting more fervent by the second. I was getting worried that steam was going to blow his hat off and his red face would erupt everywhere.

By this time I was stunned. I was watching him getting himself so worked up and so indignant about this huge breech of the law.


"I am sorry but every week I spend over 70 dollars on water. I buy in 15 litres of water a day. I do not use your town water to cook with or drink. My children due to restrictions of hot water and water restrictions have reused bathwater of a night and at the moment I have no washing machine so I pay for the use of a washing machine and water down at the laundromat. Now if you will excuse me a moment I am just going to step inisde my kitchen and turn my sink tap on and open the window for a minute while we talk.

he looked at me strangely. "What are you doing. Where are you going, come back here". He looked at his buddies frantically as if I was going to bolt off into the sunset on him.

I am going inside to turn my tap on and waste some water legally, as I am allowed to do while you waste me time with such a pathetic issue and situation. Do you have any idea how ridiculous this looks.

"You can't do that", he belched at me.


"I can and I will, if you are going to fine me then I might as well sit here and waste 300 dollars worth of water. At least then I will accept the fine accordingly and feel it was warranted". I answered calmly.

They looked at each other with blank looks in their eyes, all unsure of what to do next.

I stood there and folded my arms back, trying to draw myself up to my full five foot zero zip, ziltch inches.

"Furthurmore I think the council's policy of getting neighbors to spy on each other is an abherrant practise and disgusting that a free country like Australia has thought so little of their citizens to enact such an attrocity.

This one bamboozled them. By now their shoulders began to hunch and the previous "get her at any costs" attitude was replaced by a definite unsure air.

"Look we will let you off with a warning this time but if you turn the outside taps on for anything we will be back and we will fine you for multiple breeches".


I was still cranky, and I looked at him in the eye and said" I just told you I will continue to use the outside taps and I have told you why. if you wish to get my neighbours to ring you up and report me that is fine. I think its disgusting.

With that I turned and walked back into the house and sat down with a cup of coffee to digest the stunning events. it had all happened so quick, since I had first heard the sound of the running tap and then closed the door on the gestapo. I lit a cigarette and smoked in silence, contemplating the sad breakdown of cummunity. I could not believe that we had stooped so low so fast as a society to spy on neighbours for imagined miniscule breeches in laws.



I will mention at this point of people I know who had leaking pipes and toilets that leaked upto 8 litres of water every 45 seconds. Nothing was done about this after it was pointed out to them by ater officers.

Council themselves were video taped and outted in the local paper after they left taps on in the cbd and the water was found to be flowing down the gutters and wasting away for eight hours every night. Hoses were also left on for over 24 hours in a local park.


The towns water supply consists of Gordonbrook Dam which was designated in world war 2 to be a tempory only water supply for the extra soldiers based in the township. The town has grown in population by over 3000 people in the last couple of years and there is no infrastructure to support it. During the drounght the dam went down to 8 percent capacity. it was at that time the township begged the council to bring in alternative water plans but nothing was really done as the councils were going through an amalgamation process with other local councils.

The dam is closed to boating, swimming and fishing due to it being named the most polluted dam in Australia, if not the world for Blue Green Algae. GordonBrook Dam _Easter 2008 Photo Album - Click Through Arrows To View Gallery

The town water is full of lime and rusts out car parts, brand new radiators, dishwashers, washing machines, toilets and bathtubs, it eats away enamel and when cooking in it, a thick greyish brown sludge sits on the top of the water. The same sludge is always left in the bath. The bath had a permanent stain. The pipes have all got lime buildups and all green from the copper breakdown. The water will not clean clothes and I spend extra money weekly on soda crystal and vinegar to soften the water in order for it to get clothes half way decent clean.

Suddenly there was a banging on the front door. OMG no what now.

I stubbed my cig out and walked out of my office to the front door. I opened it and standing there was a gaggle of beetmen in pumpkin suits, all with floppy hats except the one standing in front with a look of authority on his face. Behind him were my three stooges of not 15 minutes before, lookng very sheepishly at the grass growing around their feet. Further spread out behind them was another six or seven beet men all with arms folded glaring at me.




"Yes, what now" I said, stifling the urge to run back inside and grab my camera to record the moment for prosterity.

"I believe my men came before about a tap being turned on in your yard, I am sorry it is not good enough we are here to start an investigation to lay charges against you for serious water breeches" Spoke the Head Beetman in a deep voice that was fitting for some freaky reality show.



"Say what" I said stunned with a warning tone in my voice.

My reaction took him back a step.

"I am here to start an investigation as a course to laying charges against you for water breeches", he repeated. "You were reported by your neighbors for having a tap on outside".

"Oh no that is quite enough," I said. This has gone to far, did you say an investigation over my tap being on for two minutes?
Do you realize that I explained to your "Officers" that it was an accident from a  small child, which was immediately corrected and discipline taken.

"yes" he answered. "I am aware of that but I am investigating for charges, you were reported.

I shook my head again, still trying to get a grasp of the implications of what was happening. "Do you mean to say you encourage and condone the act of neighbours dobbing in neighbours over "water crimes" when a tap is accidently turned on for less than two minutes? Do you see what you are doing and how nazi like your actions are at this moment? Do you understand how much you are undermining the community by encouraging people to spy on neighbours? Do you have any idea how morally reprehensible your actions are. Have you really looked at yourselves here and your gestapo tactics?

He stopped still a moment thinking, I don't know whether what I was saying was having any effect but his tone softened. "We are here to fine and stop breeches in the water act.

I once again explained my actions and told him how hypocritical he was and ridiculous. I think he started to get it when I once again mentioned going inside and turning on all the taps for an hour or so. I think it was at that point he saw the utter idiocy of what he was doing, he turned and looked back at the other men and sort of shook his head before turning back to me.



"I further think it is disgusting how you all came down here flying on your high horses on charge over such a matter. This is Australia not some repressed military regime. Where is the common sense here. What it takes ten grown bullies to come and pick on one little lady with a big family for accidently losing two buckets of water? Do you have an idea how incredible this looks from this side of the fence honey, or even to the people on the fence watching a whole herd of orange shirts and cowboy hats piled up in my front yard? What a despicable act, turn around and look at my kids and how much you have freaked them out thinking I am going to be arrested over your so called "water breech. Better still go on into my bedroom and tell my husband to his face that you are going to start an investigation over two buckets of water that his son lost. He would be out here but he is sitting on the edge of his bed crying about being unable to get up and come and help me deal with this utter crap."

By now head beetman was turning even redder, He tried one last time to warn me about the water but by this time I was furious and I said "Don't Start again" as he opened his mouth.


Now if you don't mind I have important things to do and Im sure you have more criminals to catch out breaking your water laws so if you will excuse me, I do so hope this is the last time I hear of this idiocy and you can tell me neighbours I said they can stick their phone and spying where the sun doesn't shine. I don't know who is worse, them for having no life or you for encouraging it. Not only that, as John next door here is at work and would never disrespect my family to do this and my house is blocked from view at the front and back, it leaves those people in that flat there as being the ones that called you. What are you creating in neighborhood relations here now that we know those neighbors spy on us and are itching to "dob us in" for any supposed breeches?

He had the decency to say "I can see your point and I can understand why you feel that way"

Good , now please leave me alone". I said and walked back inside. I sait down in my office shaking. I could not believe and still can't believe to this day that it all happened.
 
I had reminders of a certain "dob in a jew" campaign of long ago. When a society orders neighbors to spy on each other, it is then the beginning of the end for that society .

It is the fall of Community. What do you see around you that causes a breakdown in society?

What do you think of the practise of "Spying and Dobbing in neighbors?"

What effect does it have on community Spirit?


GordonBrook Dam _Easter 2008 Photo Album - Click Through Arrows To View Gallery

Part 2 of Community loss coming up next

01:39 AM - Don’t These Make a Cute Incestuous Couple
Category: News and Politics

Meet Jennifer and John Deaves.

They were both called Deaves from birth.

The little girl in the picture is their natural child, conceived during a sexual union between the two. This is their second child, their first one died just after birth of a congenital heart defect. This child appears normal.

She may grow up a tad confused on what to call her mum. Mum or grandma and well is dad, dad or is her grandpa?

Jennifer and John Deaves are father and daughter. The resemblance is uncanny. They began a sexual relationship and started to live together after they were astranged for most of Jennifer’s childhood.

Last week they went on national TV here in Australia, begging the country and community to accept their relationship and to accept the choices they have made to be with each other.

They have been charged and convicted of incest and ordered to stop having sex with each other.

They do not feel they have done anything wrong


In today’s society we are taught to accept everything. We are taught and told to accept Thomas Beattie’s choice. Now we are being asked to accept this couples choice of producing incestuous children into our society.

Where does the line get drawn or is there even a line at all. Has society gone to far? Is this what to expect in the furture as we stray further and further from a path of "nature".


Do we accept this? What help is fining this couple?

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