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Labels Don't Define You - My Own Story

Updated: Sep 8, 2023

When someone says, "Tell me about yourself" my head starts reeling. There's so much over my 48 years of existence that it takes me a second to figure out what to say based on where I am or who I am talking with.

Hi, I'm Yvette, it's nice to meet you.

I was born and raised in Minnesota. I lived with my mom, dad, and younger brother. I participated in dance, figure skating, softball, downhill skiing, and marching band. School studies did not come easy, I had dyslexia and I stuttered. Kids could be mean, even back then. I was fortunate for my mom to have a love of travel and she passed that on to us. We were able to see a lot of the country before I even graduated.

I babysat for years but got my first official job at 15 years old. I graduated high school when I was 17 and went right into business college for a legal secretary degree. I graduated college with a Legal Secretary and AA Degree. I went to work in a law firm full-time when I was just 20 years old. I had an apartment and that's when I started eating more junk like Pop-Tarts and lemonade for breakfast or a big Perkins blueberry muffin, lunch was mainly sandwiches, and dinner was Hamburger Helper or Kraft Macaroni and Cheese or something else from a box, bag or frozen. I spent hours cutting coupons.

I always struggled with anxiety. But in college, my eating disorder really kicked in. I would binge but could not make myself throw up so I would go to the gym for hours. My coping with stress was hiding and eating. Then I would feel all kinds of guilt and shame and would try to hide that as well. This was an emotional rollercoaster for years. I'm happy to say that now that part of my life is just a memory.


My son was born in 1999 (going by Z). It took more than two years, bedrest, one miscarriage at 11 weeks, hormone therapy, intense fertility interventions, and medications. He was breech and was born by c-section two weeks early. He would not turn and was born entangled in the cord. The doctor said he would not have come out naturally.

I didn’t really know about healthy living. I shopped all the coupons, which were mostly the cheapest choices on the inside aisles. I did get my son his own baby laundry detergent and baby bath soap but I ate garbage, doused myself in highly perfumed soaps and lotions, used department store perfume, burned candles, and had scented plug-ins all over my house.

I followed everything the doctors told me about how to care for my baby and what he needed. I was a new mom, and I didn’t know how to ask questions (or even that I - could - ask questions), They were supposed to be experts.

At 1 year old my son was already developmentally delayed. The County caught it with a parent developmental survey I completed and returned. In-home speech was started and I taught him sign language for certain words so he could communicate. He had an Individualized Education Plan (IEP) with accommodations before he started school. He had to get glasses and have a sedated hearing test since he kept failing hearing exams. He was sick all the time and had a medical history growing faster than he was. Developmental delays, speech and language delays, cognitive issues, stomach issues, digestive problems, breathing trouble, and low muscle mass. As I said, he was always sick. This pattern went on for years.

At 6 years old the migraines started, and he had to see a pediatric neurologist. Some were bad. I had him at the emergency room more than once because he would not stop vomiting from the pain of the migraines. Over time a chiropractor has helped diminish them and we have discovered triggers with food and the environment that lessen them.

Later that year the school suggested he see a specialist. He was diagnosed by a child psychiatrist with ADHD and a push for medication started, I was literally in tears asking for other ideas because I didn't want to medicate him. They told me that was the best defense against the symptoms and a way for him to be quiet and still in school. He has been on Ritalin, Concerta, Adderall, and Vyvanse. All of them brought side effects worse than the ADHD symptoms.

At 7 years old the school thought he had an absence seizure so he had to go have an EEG, which was negative.


Then in 2009, at 10 years old, his autism spectrum diagnosis came and the same year his father and I divorced. We had to move, he had to change schools. Labels of divorce and autism or special needs mom are added.

Life got even harder. Not just for him.

I had to learn about autism and wrap my head around that and the stigma (labels) that went with it. The guilt of being told autism is genetic but nothing could be done. I had been struggling with anxiety and depression of my own. Some days were nearly unbearable and he is the only reason that kept me going day by day. I had panic attacks that nearly sent me to the hospital, my anxiety was through the roof, my employer did not understand or care about my new life changes and I almost lost my job. I really liked that job. It was the one thing and place where I felt confident and smart. I had worked my way up "the chain". People would come to me for questions or for help.

I took autism parent classes and tried to implement what I learned from classes. There is a lot more now compared to 2009-2010. There were no iPads or apps to help with communication or pictures. The school didn't know what to do with him, even with an IEP. I had to print out pictures, cut them out, and make my own PECS for him. His meltdowns were indescribable sometimes. It could be the smallest things that set him off. I had to learn to ignore strangers because most were mean and said the most horrific things about me or to me about his behavior. But even coworkers and friends said some pretty horrible things. This is probably where I started to learn to have "thick skin" and not let what people say bother me.

Added in his parents are divorced, a new school, friends are hard to make, schedules are all over, and the needed structure was basically nonexistent.

I did get him in play therapy which was intense. I found myself a therapist as well.

Nothing ever let up.

In 2013 he was tested for growth hormones and testosterone. He ended up on growth hormone therapy giving himself daily injections in his stomach for over a year. The idea was to get him to grow before his growth plates closed. The process was intense.


In all these appointments, doctors, specialists, the County, or the school, nothing was ever mentioned about nutrition, food coloring, dairy, soy, toxic cleaning products, fragrance, getting outside, or seeing natural doctors like chiropractors or acupuncture ... and I asked over and over for alternatives. They told me this was the best course of action. I started to "happen" upon podcasts or articles about nutrition, omegas, food coloring, and leaky gut.

In 2014 I happened upon a Healthy Kids seminar. I signed up for the weekend classes and my mind was blown open. A lot of what I thought was true was unraveled. The first thing I did was order my son's entire life’s medical records.

When they came I sat down and made a spreadsheet. I was absolutely horrified.

I was horrified to see in black and white that when he got a vaccine he had some kind of reaction or illness follows.

In his first year of life - before he even turned one -

15 doctor visits

7 vaccinations

3 ear infections

2 viral infections

2 multi-day hospital admissions

1 upper respiratory infection

So many antibiotics and steroids I don't know how to count them now

Shots at birth,

At 2 months shots - a week later viral infection

2 weeks after that, they gave him the DTAP

At 4 months, “well child” and shots - 3 days later ear infection and vomiting

At 6 months upper respiratory infection and ear infection

But two weeks later they gave him another jab

Then at 8 months admitted to the hospital for the respiratory virus RSV where we stayed for 5 days went home for 2 and went back for another week

At 11 months another ear infection

This pattern continued for years and with the flu shot, he would get a huge red welt at the injection site.

This kid had so many medical issues every year. His list kept growing and is quite long, this continued for years, so many ear infections, viral infections, he had rotavirus, bronchitis, phenomena, and topped out at 7 ear tube surgeries at the final count. He has permanent hearing loss and has had a hearing aid since middle school.

It was never caught because I didn’t know and they didn't care, truthfully.

When I would call after the appointment, I was told it was normal, to give him Tylenol. Or he was given another round of antibiotics. No one ever said that Tylenol depletes our ability to detoxify chemical exposures, and vaccines are loaded with chemicals, some of which pass the blood-brain barrier. Or that antibiotics tear apart your guts and kill even good bacteria or take a probiotic.

I was so confused I needed answers. I used my legal background to start researching and fell deep into the rabbit hole. It was a rough couple of years unraveling a lot. The realization of the chemical cocktail that I allowed my child to have literally made me sick followed by one hell of a panic attack, tears, and massive guilt. Guilt for years. I lost all faith in our medical system.


After that, a lot changed. Everything stopped. Food changed, candles and plug-ins went into the trash and I used essential oils instead, cleaning and laundry products changed, I started watching sugar and buying organic, cut dairy, learned how to cook, and we saw chiropractors as regularly as I could afford them.

In 2015 at his 16-year-old "well-child" visit the HPV vaccination came up. By now I knew what to ask for and what to look for. I declined the one sheet and asked for the package insert. The nurse said she gave it to me. I said I wanted what was in the box and until I saw it I would not agree to any vaccinations. She tossed the tray on the counter and told me how horrible of a mother I was, she couldn’t believe I would put my son’s health in jeopardy to stop the chance of ovarian cancer. When I said he's a boy and doesn't have ovaries, she got even more upset and said it was for his future sexual partners. How dare I put those other girls in jeopardy, and she left the room, with me sitting there staring at the door and my son staring at me. When I read about Gardasil, I was so glad I went with my gut, stood my ground, and did not give in.

I attended another Kids Health Conference in the fall of 2015 and learned even more about vaccines. I was horrified even more.

I took classes at Fraser and at Pacer. Pacer is a parent advocacy group and they had a meet your legislature day. I mustered up the courage and went to St. Paul. I learned how to talk so they listen. To this day I advocate for medical freedom.


I had issues of my own over the years but everything got put in the back because my son always needed something. Self-care was nonexistent. I never put myself first and struggled with the numerous traumatic events that happened, letting it pile up in my body. I was working a full-time and a part-time job to pay bills. I had been financially devastated more than once and had been trying for years to dig out.

I already had a list of medications for anxiety and sleeping and around this time I had some weird medical things start. The doctors could not explain it, they called it PCOS and thyroid dysfunction. On top of the anxiety and not sleeping. My hair was falling out, I gained a lot of weight, I was super crabby and emotional, and I was so tired and had no energy.

The first thing the doctors did was hand me more pills. I topped out at 7 prescriptions (3 for PCOS, 1 for thyroid, 2 for anxiety, and 1 for sleeping) and felt worse and worse. I hated taking them, I asked for alternatives and again they said it was the best course. I had been researching alternative solutions. I had been doing a lot for my son but had a hard time seeing the struggles in my own life.

I hit rock bottom. I was buried in debt and found myself looking in the mirror and thinking about what happened. The thing I won't talk about is past relationships. I won't tear down people who have been part of my life, even if I feel justified in doing so. There are always two sides, perception is through the eyes of the beholder, and no one is perfect. I used to think that my side of the story needed to be told to keep the facts, but now I don't care. I learned a lot and have grown a lot. I truly appreciate the journey. I went back to therapy. I learned about mindset, setting boundaries, dealing with and controlling anxiety, tracking positive progress, and being kind to myself, I narrowed down my core beliefs and values, and much more.


In 2015, my son and I had to move to a townhouse for safety. I joined a gym wanting to work more on me and not wanting anything else except to make sure my son and I are healthy and healing.

In 2016, that's when I met my husband, Nick. Honestly, I was hesitant at first but my intuition said he was different.

I gave him a chance and boy was he different. His values are set in stone, he is hard-working, has integrity, and treats me with respect and understanding. He said he found my son incredible the first time we met. He had never met someone with so much personality and such an amazing outlook on life. We got married in 2018. He has been self-employed in remodeling for the last 15 + years. He is definitely the rock of the family. He stands strong in his values and does everything for us. His acceptance and mentoring of my son is heart-warming, Nick had vows for my son at our wedding. I never thought I would have someone like him in my corner. I am truly blessed every day in so many ways.

In 2017 I ended up walking away from my full-time legal career to try to get better. I was not getting better, and in fact felt worse and worse, I feared I would die and my son would have no one to care for him.

In 2018 we went to California for my son’s high school graduation gift trip and I learned about CBD. We learned all about growing, processing, and the different types. We bought some CBD chocolate nuggets and from what I felt and what I saw, I needed to know more. After we came home, I researched and found a company I could get behind in the two pure plant ingredients and had testing to back it up. My CBD journey is a whole story on its own. Within weeks I got out of bed and was functioning again. I told my doctor I was taking CBD and she wasn't super happy to hear about that. Within a year I went back, and she asked what I was doing because my blood was "normal" again, I was looking healthy again, and my weight had stabilized, she did not need to see me anymore and was taken off all the prescriptions. There is a long list of other improvements, and I joined the company.

In 2019, we were still trying to get answers and heal. My son was sent for genetic testing at the University of Minnesota's specialized genetic clinic. Looking for genetic coding on autism, eating disorders, speech delays, and growth hormone deficiency. A total cellular DNA was extracted for a multitude of things, I had to go in for a comparison on one. Nothing came up on any testing. Nothing he struggles with is genetic. A lie I had been told for years.

In 2020 I finally got the doctor to do a heavy metal panel on my son and he tested positive for Arsenic, lead, and mercury. Mercury is one of the most toxic substances known. Think of those old thermometers breaking and the metal balls rolling all over. Tiny doses cause damage to the brain, gut, liver, bone marrow, nervous system, and/or kidneys. It's linked to autoimmune disorders and neurological disorders like autism.


I know, I know, they don't want to go outside, they have parallel play, and lots of things can be overstimulating. Clothes are scratchy. People are rude. And they have to work through it. There I said it.

Looking back I would do a lot of things differently but we can't go back so now I talk to parents about what I wish I had known. Maybe I knew it, I just didn't have the extra strength to deal with everything that was going on all at once back then. Lots of parents are in the same boat and most days are just doing the best we can to get through the day. Push when you can and if it doesn't work, try again another day. Just don't give up.

My son tried a lot of different activities. He loved Legos, Matchbox cars, puzzles, and coloring or drawing. He hated his feet on the grass but loved playing in the sand. He loves to swim but would always get an ear infection. He tried t-ball, flag football, basketball, karate, football, and softball. Sometimes he was more interested in chasing butterflies or pulling the grass but over time he found he really liked softball. It was the coaches that made the difference. To this day, he still plays softball and loves it. He joined Special Olympics a few years ago and has played poly hockey, basketball, flag football, and softball. Having social interactions, working together, and communicating are super important life skills. There was fights, meltdown, tears, and happy times. He also participated in our local fire explorer program, which was amazing for accountability, skills, problem-solving, safety, and personal growth. Activities are necessary for growth and building grit and tolerance.

In public school, he didn't have any behavioral issues. He had an IEP with accommodations. I learned to take his evaluations and look for words that signified a need. I made a chart and the accommodations were written based on the needs. Writing in a bunch of accomodations does not do them any favors. Homework would still take literally hours. It was exhausting some nights. The things that are supposed to be taught in school are to help them as they get into their adult self. If you can homeschool, that would be my recommendation, public school was not beneficial for my son as far as adult living and learning skills.

Driving. This is a milestone that 16-year-olds can't wait for. If your child is not ready to drive, that's ok. Let them do it in their own timeframe. Pushing them to drive could have dire consequences if they are not ready. In Minnesota, Allina Courage Kinney Rehabilitation Institute has a driving assessment and training for people with cognitive, physical, visual, or other disabilities. My son did this program after he failed the first attempt on the driving test. He did complete the in-school driving program but the Allina program was so much better for him individually. He now has his driver's license.

With an IEP, you graduate on an IEP. Transition school was an important step after graduation. Job coaches and county services enter at this point (if they didn't already quality based on income). The school encouraged the application for social security. This topic is way too long for one paragraph. In a nutshell, it is super confusing with lots of rules. Each agency has different rules. If you go down this road, keep track of who you need to report to for what service.

There's so much more to talk about that circles around special needs as a child growing into an adult. Once they hit 18 the rules are totally different. They are now considered an adult with adult rules, even if cognitively they are not. This was hard to wrap my head around.

People have told me they see me as strong and courageous for what my journey and all the seasons have given me. I guess I don't see it that way because I didn't feel like I had a choice, it was my son's needs over mine and any loving parent would do that.


I have since gotten certification in autism and ADHD, natural healing, yoga, and Reiki. I am always seeking new information and learning. Many years were spent researching, taking classes, learning, and advocating relentlessly for my son. The emotional rollercoaster took its toll some days. Having the label of mom has been the most rewarding and the hardest all at the same time, yet I would never change anything. I know I don’t have all the answers, and I certainly don't claim to be right about everything, but I do have enough personal information now to be firmly hesitant toward just following along.

I help families with holistic healing methods, I educate on CBD, pure supplements, and general overall wellness, I have products to help the body detox, and I have a free calm down strategies pdf built off my own experience. Genetics may load the gun, but our environment pulls the trigger. Small choices can either be for our health or our demise.

I have had to look inside my own mind and heart and work past the labels. Simple labels like daughter, sister, cousin, or friend. Labels that have not been positive or kind, labels that are mean, hurtful, or pure lies. Those labels don't define me anymore.

"Motherhood is incredibly exhausting. No matter what, someone always needs you. The day my child was born, I became a parent. The day they were diagnosed, I became an honorary nurse, teacher, physical and occupational therapist, and crisis manager. I became a fierce advocate and found my fighter's voice. I learned more medical jargon in the first few months than I did watching every season of my favorite medical drama. I learned to clutch onto hope and dream big. I learned that anything is possible. I was prepared to help my child grow into a strong and passionate person, but it turns out that's what they helped me become."
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