You know, something tells me that Myka would not have “re-homed” her adopted autistic son if he were one of her biological children. It’s almost as though you can bet on that. And it’s not as though you can practically bet on the fact that she did so because his disabilities inconvenienced her, because even if he did have behavioral problems, there were services that she could easily have accessed at her family’s income level — having the income, and the resources, to do so — that would have allowed her to retain parental rights over him (such as a group home for whatever length of time might have been necessary, worst case institutionalization, or even respite care). She just didn’t want to take the extra time out to care for him at all and it really showed. Then she had the nerve to delete all pictures of him from her Instagram account (so much for “we miss him every day”), and now, as of the time I’m writing this post, law enforcement is trying to locate him. So much for her “re-homing” being legitimate. I am actually worried that something might have happened to him that hasn’t been said by her family. This sadly happens to a lot of autistic kids nowadays…
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This face turns ten years old next month!
I happened to get the most adorable picture of him, too, so I figured that I would share it here while I could!
Since people want to bring this up (again)…
“Your mom did so many nice things for the kids while she was alive!”
(And in comparatively good health.)
Yes, and she spent the last six months of her life doing what I’ve written about. So now, knowing what I know about dementia and the increased likelihood that she developed it, I have to look back at pictures on TimeHop — one of which I am including in this post — and wonder how long she really harbored these thoughts about the involved, aforementioned child, and how long she was able to keep them to herself until she wasn’t able to keep them to herself “because of the brain tumor removal, her fighting cancer” (the latter of which I think is one of the most asinine excuses you can possibly give for this, but the kind of people that say things like “she did so many nice things for the kids while she was alive” trying to justify what she did to my child before she died have to be reaching at straws here) and her likely developing dementia before her death. And then I realize that she probably began thinking these things as early as his autism diagnosis at age two and a half, so she probably thought them for the majority of his life, which makes pictures like the one below even more infuriating for me to see come across my TimeHop, but uploading one here to make the point will make the point. I am 99.9% convinced that this picture was a complete and total lie on her part.
The documentary that pissed off the theist…
Another one of them chimed in at some point and claimed that I “made him hold this for a picture” (no, but I did politely ask him to hold still long enough for me to take the picture after he took it from me shortly after opening the package that it came in to confirm that everything came in good condition, because he liked the picture of Baphomet that was on the cover… no one makes this child do anything that he does not want to do), and that I “force this on my kids (I’m too lazy to force anything on my kids, thank you). But The Transformed Wife didn’t like it that I responded to her Tweet about “raising your children to joyfully know God” with this picture. This was the “shot heard ’round the world”, as some people like to say. I just took advantage of a nicely timed picture and his consent the whole way through the process to make a point to her. Ironically, hours after this picture was taken he acquiesced to a hair cut, and he behaved himself swimmingly well for the rest of the day. Do I need to buy him some Baphomet toys or something? Heh.
To be honest, I keep things from all known major religions around the house. The kids are free to express as big or as small (or as… none) of an interest in them as they would like. That is the entire point. And they are just as free to stop expressing that interest whenever. My only real, major hesitancy comes in religions that do not “allow” you to quit them at your desire, that attempt to “keep you as a member on their rolls” forever.
Oh, and yes, Bub does wear clothes. He just doesn’t like to wear shirts when he can avoid them.