Sticky-butt-juice

[Guest guest]

The mycotoxin paradigm shift goes far beyond just placing the burden

of responsibility on the person who was unfortunate enough to

inhabit or own the property from which the mold emanates unless they

have knowledge of the potential for savage neurotoxic illness and

their actions can be construed as deliberate malfeasance.

I used to think that I was laboring at a disadvantage for having to

deal with biotoxin mediated illness long before doctors had a clue

or remediators re-invented themselves as " mold experts " .

But it turns out that the early lack of knowledge forced me

to " self test " almost every concept associated with this phenomenon,

and this gives me an entirely different perspective on the all-

encompassing scope of mycotoxin exposure, such as knowing about

outside " plumes " before I associated this with indoor contamination

of buildings.

I was renting a small apartment from my sister that absolutely

drove me under the " power curve " every winter. This small apartment

was adjacent to her house. To stay functional, I had to spend at

least an hour outside every day to " break the response " - no matter

how cold or hard it was snowing. And then at night I felt like I

was fighting for my life - just trying to survive until morning.

My sisters house was even worse and made me wonder how others could

survive where I could not.

There was an area outside her house on the far side that threw out a

plume that just knocked me flat. Every time I was dumb enough to go

there again, it just ruined me for days.

My sister didn't believe a word I said, even though she had vague

signs of illness herself.

Finally, I had enough of my families " All In Your Head " nonsense

and stood up to address them at Thanksgiving dinner in 1997.

I said that I would no longer accept any statements that expressed

or implied that I was exaggerating my illness in any way.

Such statements would be taken as calling me a liar, and that anyone

who even conceived of contradicting me when I was simply stating

facts were the lowest form of inhumane humanity.

I believe my exact words were " Anyone who even thinks I am lying is

a low life vermin scumbag from Hell " . (I had REALLY had it at this

point)

My sister decided to include herself in the group of " scumbags from

Hell " for whom I have the greatest contempt and rhetorically

stated: " So you are saying that YOU are right, and ALL the doctors

are wrong! "

And I replied " Yes, that is exactly what I am sayiing " . and she

disdainfully replied " Well, you're an arrogant bastard " .

" Am I? Does it make me arrogant simply because I can perceive

exactly what is doing this to me, and the doctors don't believe it?

Does it make me arrogant just because I have a reactivity that they

do not yet understand, and that my case isn't yet proven to them?

Just because I stand up for what I can so clearly feel and refuse to

back down, makes me an arrogant person? "

Well, we haven't spoken a lot since then, although my mother tells

me that my sister eventually showed increasing signs of illness

until she was forced to have her bathroom tested and remediated

for " that stick, stocky, stachy... whatever-you-call-it-mold? "

(All these years of repeating it and my family can't even get it

right - although I gave them a " mnemonic " of " Sticky-butt-juice "

which should have been close enough)

So my sister finally " Saw the light " even though she was going to

fight, argue, contradict and insult me all the way for just stating

a reality that she had yet to learn. She never did contact me to

say anything like:

" Sorry " .

It wouldn't do me any good to sue my " landlord " .

She didn't know it herself.

This was just an overwhelming catastrophe that just overtook some of

us sooner than others - and the ones who haven't experienced what

this can do are putting more effort into denial than comprehension.

Her negligence wasn't based on understanding that there was any

problem of which to be cognizant - and it wound up hurting all of us

in more ways than just being neurotoxically poisoned.

It poisoned a blood relationship that I had always thought was

thicker than water, but turned out more like paint thinner.

Just as people in Katrina damaged areas are just starting to learn,

when mold hits you like a Hurricane, we're all victims together.

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