A Childhood of Eczema and a Doctor I'll Never Forget

My entire life up until now has been both a waiting game and a science experiment. Just like the first few years of life in the 80s, I was once again the guinea pig.

The setting is Charlottesville, Virginia, 1982. I was just about two years old.
Days and nights of baby eczema, hives and scratching brought my mom, dad and I to my first allergist.

                                         

     

He recommended scratch tests for allergens, which was the gold standard for allergy diagnosis at the time. It really was a form of torture where a sanitized blade scraped the skin and the specific allergen in the form of a liquid was applied from vials. Because it was still an experimental testing process at that time and later found to be incredibly dangerous, I can't even find images to show you from Google.

The End (Rebirth)

Some of you have been reading my blog since the first year Maya's Happy Place was born back in 2009. All of you showed me how connected we are and took away the painful isolation of feeling like a 'girl in the bubble.'

A couple of you
called me out on my sense of entitlement and lashed out in anger at me after a pity post I put up about the handicapped table and peanut butter in Starbucks. And I'm actually not angry anymore. I get it now. I've also let go of the anger towards all the comedians who continue to use us as the focus of their jokes.


















Some of you cheered me on and rooted for me when I didn't know how to cheer and root for myself. Others of you wrote letters of gratitude about the babies and children that no longer react because of the knowledge I've shared...which still blows me away. For all of these things, even the things that seem bad, I am grateful.

Why?

In the past two years, I excavated some of the darkest parts of myself and the reality I thought I knew. And in finding out the truth that I knew practically nothing, miracles were revealed to me.
Every sense I had intensified, including my ability to read energy. I now even somewhat understand why some have and are born with the food allergies they have and some aren't. (My non-traditional theory will be explored in an upcoming YouTube video)