The desk of a beautiful 20 year old with autism, vaccine injured. That Grover doll went to each pediatric appointment. We DID the right thing. Didn’t we?

My name is Kimberly Stagliano.  I am the daughter of a World War II veteran. I am a college graduate. I pay my taxes. I vote in every election. I recite the Pledge of Allegiance including “One Nation Under God,” and sing the Star Bangled Banner with my hand over my heart at every sporting event (albeit badly).

I am the mother of a vaccine injured daughter, now 20 years old.

Sometimes—sometimes—things you trust, things that are part of the fabric of America—they betray you in the cruelest fashion. They harm. They wound.

They change lives.

And then lies follow. Covers ups.

IT CAN NOT BE TRUE. The victims are the criminals.

It’s an age old “defense.” It’s how civil wars start and brothers kills brothers. Neighbors turn in neighbors. Someone benefits from that fear. Rarely the brother, or the neighbor.

Dr. Seuss wrote “The Sneetches”—remind me, which were best, those with stars upon thars or not?

My daughter’s first word was “Ober,” her approximation of “Grover,” the furry blue monster from her beloved Sesame Street. She was ten months old. She was diagnosed with autism at 4.

My daughter is an American. She will never vote. She will never pay taxes. She will cost the nation millions of dollars over the course of her lifetime. She did not graduate from high school.

I am her mother. I am the guardian—morally and legally—of her health.

She will never have another vaccination and risk slipping further into disability or death.

I made a short video of her watching her favorite song, “Sing,” from Sesame Street. This particular version is from the anniversary special titled, Sesame Street, Twenty Years and Counting.

Just like my daughter, twenty years old and still counting 1… 2… 3.

You’ll see a familiar person introducing the song, the show host.

Take it away Bill Cosby—”America’s Dad!”

Oh wait a minute…  Bill Cos…..