tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60386417432738268382024-03-16T13:51:26.742-05:00From Hell to HOPEISM ~My journey through life with autism, seizures, - and a side of crazy, mad, wonderful.
Michelle M Guppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16847995187234831360noreply@blogger.comBlogger181125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038641743273826838.post-53304681833180661032022-05-25T09:48:00.002-05:002022-05-25T09:57:02.695-05:00An autism "All I Can Handle" Mother's Day confession... Mother's Day in Missouri with my Mom.....My "Life with Autism, Seizures, & a side of PANDAS" doesn't leave much room for a Mother's Day "celebration" of sorts. In fact, Mother's Day is a day where I just want to be away from all that reminds me of what has been taken from me as a Mother - when it comes to vaccine injury and the milestones it has stolen in my son.My almost 30 year-old Michelle M Guppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16847995187234831360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038641743273826838.post-56097491784723233542021-06-17T19:14:00.001-05:002021-06-17T21:24:25.965-05:00Cast of Characters: What the Tide Brought In... Every book has a cast of characters....For my time in Barnegat Light, NJ -- in what is termed, "Michelle's Great Escape" - these are characters in my cast... My Mom... Barbara Buttram. &Michelle M Guppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16847995187234831360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038641743273826838.post-62371141729442062942021-06-17T13:07:00.013-05:002021-06-18T13:52:20.250-05:00What the Tide brought in... "Michelle's Great Escape" Sitting here looking through pictures, trying to put them into words, simply in awe that I really did that…."Michelle's Great Escape"...
Something for me. Something I have wanted to do for so long. Money spent to heal and care for me for once instead of eternally saved for eternal caregiving provision and expenses........For the 1st time in two decades, I went Michelle M Guppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16847995187234831360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038641743273826838.post-638664653796691012021-01-26T09:03:00.005-06:002021-01-26T10:00:57.519-06:00Faithfully fumbling I write this for me.That I am sharing it with you is a miracle of sorts. There was only one other time I allowed my "vanity to vanish" in the face of such pain and darkness. That post can be found by clicking here. Or if that link doesn't work, try this one: https://lifewithautisminpictures.blogspot.com/2014/09/doing-away-with-vanity-dignity-tonight.htmlI Michelle M Guppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16847995187234831360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038641743273826838.post-52320048599896908752020-10-23T10:43:00.018-05:002020-10-23T10:46:19.644-05:00In Remembrance of Bob Buttram Robert Edgar “Bob” ButtramMay 31, 1940 ~ October 18, 2020Robert Edgar “Bob” Buttram, 80, of Anderson, Missouri,
passed away on Sunday, October 18, 2020 at Mercy Hospital Joplin, Missouri.Born May 31, 1940 in Albuquerque,
New Mexico to John H. and Evelyn (Welch) Long, Bob led a varied life greatly
enjoying golf, fantasy league sports, and bridge. Through his struggles Bob was
finally Michelle M Guppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16847995187234831360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038641743273826838.post-52665863617677568762020-07-11T09:12:00.000-05:002020-07-13T11:05:07.421-05:00The Cruelty of COVID Quarantine
I was recently asked this question by a complete stranger to me:
How have you and your family been affected by the coronavirus situation?
I was going to do a quick answer for them, then thought no. I'll answer it, but in my open, honest, raw, real, completely transparent way.
I think what hit me hardest about the question, was that it was a perfect stranger to me who even askedMichelle M Guppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16847995187234831360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038641743273826838.post-29310788644953423582020-02-22T23:26:00.002-06:002020-02-22T23:34:03.904-06:00On being "Locked in Love" ...
No, today wasn't Valentine's Day -- but thanks to a great group of "Brandon's Bunkhouse" volunteers and our church for allowing them the use of the JOY Ministry - we were able to have our "Locked in Love" Valentine's Day getaway today...
When I found out that we were to have this opportunity in February - I thought of what we could do in celebration of Valentine's Day...
A few weeks ago Michelle M Guppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16847995187234831360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038641743273826838.post-10828252900044483832019-04-11T15:37:00.000-05:002019-04-11T20:44:05.921-05:00A Miracle in the Midst of Mayhem...
I thought about titling this "Sunshine under our Umbrella" - as that seems appropriate too...
But in light of Easter that is fast approaching - I thought I would go for something a bit more spiritual.
This picture taken by Brandon's caretaker at his Day Program pretty much sums up this "Autism Awareness Month" of April.
I'm mesmerized by the picture really.
Couldn't be more perfect.
The Michelle M Guppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16847995187234831360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038641743273826838.post-89801260654435539922019-01-04T10:50:00.001-06:002019-01-04T10:53:24.535-06:00Happy 25th Birthday Brandon!
It's days like today where the only person I want to see is Mary.
Even more than all my fellow warriors in this "Life with Autism, Seizures, & a side of PANDAS" - she would be the only one who could truly relate to the sadness I feel.
I mean, just that statement alone is a sucker punch to my soul.
Today is Brandon's 25th Birthday.
I should have woken up giddy with excitement at the Michelle M Guppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16847995187234831360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038641743273826838.post-58256240405698075582018-08-23T12:39:00.001-05:002018-08-23T12:39:09.496-05:00A Priceless Treasure Indeed...
Celebrating one year of being a part of this Treasure.Of pure JOY.One year ago after so many months of being without a program for our son, a friend who is the director of JOYful Learning Center invited Brandon to be a part of their program.Countless other Day Programs turned him down.One invited him.I cannot tell you the dismay at going from center to center bringing my son for an "interview" Michelle M Guppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16847995187234831360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038641743273826838.post-77950532205158917202018-08-20T17:31:00.000-05:002018-08-20T17:51:38.907-05:00Autism Rescue Angels: It takes a village
A testimonial from Team Guppy...For Autism Rescue Angels
Todd & I have been married for 30 years. For the 24 years of that time that we've had autism in our marriage, I can count on one hand the number of times we've been able to go on a vacation together. A real vacation, one out of our state for a week, a whole entire week, doing something extravagant Michelle M Guppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16847995187234831360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038641743273826838.post-72478918175669521862018-08-08T12:47:00.002-05:002018-08-08T12:47:53.473-05:00Believing there will be good when all around you is bad...I share our journey from hell to HOPEISM with much transparency as both a warning to not go down the vaccine rabbit-hole that we did and hopefully as a bit of HOPEISM to those who didn't know any better and who are down there with me...
I suppose because I share so openly it is known that my son has suffered from so many seizures for so long, and so when a rookie parent is just Michelle M Guppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16847995187234831360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038641743273826838.post-318535468832014742018-06-23T10:15:00.000-05:002018-06-25T09:12:43.968-05:00Once Upon a Marriage...
Once Upon a Marriage there lived a strong, handsome Spartan-in-shining-armor King whose smile lit up the Kingdom; along with his beautiful, supermodel-tough-mudder-warrior of a Queen. Their Royal Castle was filled with money, things, and the laughter and antics of their two Royal Prince's: Matthew and Brandon, and the muddy paw-prints of a Royally Neurotic Labrador Michelle M Guppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16847995187234831360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038641743273826838.post-45265343911031168012018-06-17T14:06:00.000-05:002018-06-17T15:35:16.609-05:00Dad: The Man, The Myth, The Legend
It's hard to put into words the above pictures. Taken at a time of such innocence, before the ravages of "Life with Autism, Seizures, and a side of PANDAS" truly took over.
The pictures represent what our hopes and dreams of children would be, our little tank of Guppy's and the crazy, mad, wonderful world of adventure that awaited us as we began our family.
A lifetime of Michelle M Guppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16847995187234831360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038641743273826838.post-83430837725507404482018-05-13T11:47:00.002-05:002018-05-13T16:34:00.059-05:00I am.....
I am…
I am the little engine that did. When on my journey in life, my tracks led me
to a mountain - a diagnosis of (child’s
disability) - I looked at it with defeat
- thinking there was no way I could climb over it. I then pondered the obstacle before me, and I
then said to myself over and over, "I think I can, I think I can...,"
then I slowly started climbing Michelle M Guppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16847995187234831360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038641743273826838.post-43559480209192880332018-05-11T15:06:00.000-05:002018-05-11T15:06:12.438-05:00The Invisible Heroes...
I wrote the below "Letter to Society" several years ago...I am sharing it here, for Mother's Day, in honor of all the invisible heroes who devote their lives to caring for their children who have lifelong disabilities, and especially for all who are not their mothers but who care for them as if they were.I have been blessed to have had several invisible heroes in the course of Brandon's life Michelle M Guppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16847995187234831360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038641743273826838.post-26331127450254461462018-04-06T16:31:00.000-05:002018-04-06T16:40:58.677-05:00Is my Suffering Showing?
Thank you to Timothy Welsh for making this image for me...
It is bittersweet seeing all the #saidnomother images.
Let alone the 7,000 names written in blood, sweat, and tears on the VAXXED bus that symbolize lives lost or forever altered by adverse vaccine reactions.
The sadness of all such awareness campaigns is too profound to put in words.
And then to add insult to injury uponMichelle M Guppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16847995187234831360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038641743273826838.post-26383826884343078082018-02-26T11:21:00.000-06:002018-02-26T14:55:28.450-06:00A weekend to glow...
I've been thinking about the "A Night to Shine" event a lot lately.
The Tim Tebow Foundation provides for an unforgettable prom night experience for thousands of individuals who have disabilities - and their volunteer escorts for the night who are the gracious and loving hands and feet of Jesus in making them feel like true Kings or Queens for a night.
I have seen many who I know Michelle M Guppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16847995187234831360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038641743273826838.post-64232762670727235682018-01-27T13:24:00.000-06:002018-01-28T09:03:02.308-06:00These ARE your children, this IS your circus...
I used to think that it was politicians who need to spend a day in my "Life with Autism, Seizures, and a side of PANDAS"... But the older I get, or perhaps hopefully the wiser I get, I think it's actually young parents, or parents-to-be, who need to spend that day or week walking in my shoes.
In my old, tired, and nearly worn-out shoes...
In January, I quietly turned 50...
Michelle M Guppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16847995187234831360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038641743273826838.post-80173426057296417912018-01-26T13:42:00.000-06:002018-01-26T13:42:07.445-06:00I'm 50 and too old for this...
Insert image of Brandon standing on that top rail...
I have a new title for my imaginary book about "Life with
Autism, Seizures, and a side of PANDAS" ---
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Since I recently celebrated by 50th Birthday -- I'm going to
title it:
"I'm 50 and too old for this shit" --- where I include chapter after chapter of all the near-death experiences "I" have faced in all of "Brandon's" Michelle M Guppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16847995187234831360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038641743273826838.post-35838525352665564802018-01-12T13:02:00.000-06:002018-01-12T15:27:01.518-06:00A view of HOPEISM...
One cannot fully appreciate what they have accomplished until they look down and see just how far they've come...
The journey of a thousand curse words & complaints begins with a single selfie...
It's hard to put into words what these pictures represent to me in a profound personal discovery moment I had high on a mountain while vising my son and daughter in California over Michelle M Guppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16847995187234831360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038641743273826838.post-34145433827210423372017-06-28T13:47:00.000-05:002017-06-29T08:28:02.356-05:00Of being a bubble-wrapped blueberry...
This writing won't be for those who go through life with rose-colored glasses.
It certainly isn't for those who "celebrate" National Autism Awareness Month.
It is for those who dare to take the time to read about the reality that is life with vaccine injury.
Life with autism...
(Which for the majority, is life with vaccine injury.)
Which for the majority of those I know, is very Michelle M Guppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16847995187234831360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038641743273826838.post-81508738694897093752017-03-19T22:16:00.000-05:002017-03-20T09:34:11.547-05:00Of sparkling, sweating, and surviving...
Cue Rocky music while reading...
So... in my ever-present quest to pretend I have a life or can achieve personal goals outside of caring for my son who is vaccine injured - I decided to not just do my usual lap swimming at the YMCA this afternoon; but to venture forth and try a muscle conditioning and boot camp class. I mean, why not go for a total body breakdown in doing two classes whenMichelle M Guppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16847995187234831360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038641743273826838.post-81838490863763623182017-02-04T12:30:00.000-06:002017-02-04T15:36:17.768-06:00The Curious Incident...
The Curious Incident of the Adult Protective Services visit during the day:
An Open Letter to politicians, policymakers, physicians, lobbyist groups, & passionate parents everywhere --My name is Michelle Guppy. I am the mother of two boys. One of them is vaccine-injured. Significantly vaccine-injured. He is labeled as having "autism" but make no mistake it is very much Michelle M Guppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16847995187234831360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038641743273826838.post-52043538757795985862017-01-26T13:54:00.002-06:002017-01-27T09:31:04.462-06:00Of being betrayed & abandoned on the battlefield...
One week.
As of this writing, that is all the time I have left before the ground once again falls out from under our feet. The first time it fell out from under our feet was when we received the diagnosis of autism in our son. The second time was when we realized that it was the vaccines we so diligently gave him on time, every time, that caused that 'autism' he was diagnosed with.  Michelle M Guppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16847995187234831360noreply@blogger.com0