Cory Andrews Feature

Philosopher Francis Bacon is credited with developing the scientific method. The method where theories are either proven or debunked. He said, “age appears to be best in four things; old wood best burn, old wine to drink, old friends trust, and old authors to read.”


I begin my story with these words because it was the philosopher, Aristotle, who brought me to much of my understanding of the world that I have today. In 2006, I was drawn to Freemasonry for the simple reason that I knew that I could find friends. I figured that it was the perfect opportunity to find like-minded people. I can also remember saying to myself that if this didn’t work - nothing would. Fast forward to 2011 and my only relationships were with my large suffering but also the church where I had been for many years. I perceived at the time it was obviously me that was doing something wrong, because the same pattern reared its head over the previous 20 years of my life. I didn’t understand it and when I had a falling out with brothers in my Lodge, they came to my house and try to reason with me. At the time I felt like I was really losing my mind, I’ve never been so low in my life and never been so close to death. Nothing has worked. That’s all I could think of.

Shortly after that I had an attraction to Hillsdale College, rather the president of Hillsdale College, Larry Arnn. Specifically, I had an attraction to the way he spoke and more importantly what he spoke of. Aristotle was one of those he taught me something about. The next thing I did was find a copy of “ Aristotle Nicomachean Ethics” translation, glossary and introductory essay, by Joe Sachs of St. John’s College, Annapolis.

Aristotle on friendship is something that I studied for a long time and still refer to it today. Hopefully on the other side of this study I would be better, and understand people better enough so that I can manage a friendship. It never worked, although I learned a lot about people. That is a double-edged sword but I digress. The fact was that I was nowhere closer to maintaining a friendship that I was before I started all of this.

Fast forward to 2015 and still oblivious. I quit my job where I had cleared $44,000 a year. I said to myself, that I was able to find myself being a Master Mason, and a Director of the Corporation at my Lodge, in addition to the Chaplain of the Lodge. At this point someone from the LDS Church might say, I was at 12 O’Clock in the pride cycle. I registered for The city college and I was going to be a mortician. From my first day I hit head winds, and they just happened to be in Math. I was not doing well at all and was very overwhelmed with the light load that I was taking. I had to figure this out, but at the same time my thought of being in special ed classes through jr. High and High School revealed itself. I was ready to fight but at the same time I had enough frustration that given the chance, I was going to let a truck run over me!

I sought out, and made my way through cognitive testing by way of the therapist on campus to find out what was wrong with me. One of the first things that I was told in the results was that I have very poor coordination. I thought to myself, that’s funny, when I was in high school I had a coordination test and it turned out the same way. I was told that I have very slow visual processing. I demonstrated very poor ability of being able to look at a bit of information and copy it to a different page. I can still remember doing the test and thinking that I did really well. When the tester revealed to me that most people get through what I had done plus a whole lot more, it broke me. “I had slow processing.” That comment really stuck with me. I had all of these other problems, but I had a super strength too. I asked the tester what can I do with this. He replied after thinking about it for a moment, and said ‘have a good conversation.’ I’ll never forget that. I can honestly say that my testing results turned my world upside down and it was about to get worse!

The very next thing I did was look up slow processing, I found the acronym ‘FASD’ and I wondered what that was. This was my journey to understand what was really wrong. In those moments, understanding she is a recovered alcoholic, I made a phone call and asked if she had consumed alcohol while being pregnant with me. The unfortunate truth was she was at her worst drinking when she was pregnant with me. I learned about stories of how she could drink with men under the table at the bar. Her drinking stemmed from an abusive relationship from her first husband and then my father as well. She said, when she drank she suddenly felt like a normal person again. So when she wasn’t working, she was drinking. Later I learned about miscarriages.

That was about four years ago. Was it really that long ago? Peter, my husband, is always reminding me that I have no concept of time. Turns out after learning about FASD, that I must suffer from that. It all makes sense to him. I don’t how many times he had said it to me before I even knew about all of this. It also explains a lot of my problems throughout my life in the past.

Plato’s cave analogy is a good explanation for how I feel what has happened. Except, like a vampire the sun burns me, so I find myself running in and out of the cave. And when I want to isolate myself from the truth the sun has a way of finding its way through the cracks. Ignorance is bliss or is it? I was miserable before I knew all of this, and maybe I’m more miserable with the knowledge of this. I still have a goal of becoming a mortician, I am still fighting intermediate algebra. I have attended the workshops for the mortuary science program. I know the warnings. I have made my way from basic math to intermediate Algebra and I am very proud of that. Through thousands of hours of working, I passed biology. I passed Anatomy and Physiology. I passed Psychology. I passed all my requirements for English all the way to English literature. I managed my way through an art class. Ironically, I love taking photographs, even though visual processing is my weakest link. If I could only get through this math I can get to the mortuary science program to discover that I’m too late and that my Anatomy and Physiology class is too old. At least that’s what I’m expecting!

Reggie in all of his glory.

Reggie in all of his glory.

When I started writing this wasn’t my intention to end on a sour note. I also understand that some of this is rambling on, but I don’t have the energy to fix it right and I figure that I’ve wanted to submit my story now for weeks. School is starting tomorrow, so if I don’t get it out now I never will. I have all of this knowledge in my head about different subjects of science and English and on and on, and I can’t seem to figure out how to make it work for me. I think this the other IQ that nobody talks about. The schools don’t understand, the pastor doesn’t understand, the mother doesn’t understand. The emotions that blow me over. The persecution that sticks with me. The anxiety, the hands that go out of control and I get nervous or anxious. The pain in my body. My kidneys that are starting to fail. The heart damage that I have that was revealed in a recent test. Looks like I’ve had a heart attack. Was that damage from when I was in utero? My regulation problems, the kind that put me in the hospital from lactic acid poisoning because I exercised too hard and nobody stopped me, and the conversations that I have with so many young people going to college and succeeding at their dreams. I have dreams, too.

I do have a very big blessing in my life, my husband loves me very much and my Reggie dog.

Neil from Victoria, BC Feature

For over half a century I’ve been on a quest to discover the reason for my life turning out as it has. From the age of sixteen I was always in therapy (self-motivated) and participated in many self development workshops constantly hoping I could learn what happened in my life that made it go sideways so badly, hopefully finding the remedy, and believing that if I just knew what was wrong I could then seek its solution. I spent 20 years enrolled in austere, demanding Buddhist meditation retreats to gain a deeper understanding of self, and believed that through this kind of suffering I would find peace. I participated in a few ‘new thought’ churches along the way, hoping to find a spiritual peace while along the way also becoming a scholar in A Course In Miracles (a remarkable achievement in its self considering my learning and comprehension difficulties).

During one Vipassana meditation retreat I did, however, have a full-blown white Light experience, which I found glorious but it never happened again. But it did keep me returning to meditation retreats for another 2 decades hoping to have another encounter with the Loving Light. I’ll never forget that experience...being held in cosmic Wholeness.


I wondered why my life had turned out so differently than my siblings. Why I was the black sheep (scapegoated) child and had become the buffer in a less than perfect family?

I came to understand what my learning disabilities, ADHD, depression, and PTSD were about, but these were just symptoms and not the cause.

I learned family systems theory and gained an understanding (and compassion) of the world and times my parents were raised in.

But still no answers!

I started considering FASD as the possible cause 5 years ago. But I didn’t have any of the physical disfigurement I thought was required (back then) nor did I come from a disadvantaged socio-economic group (another belief). Although I had run-ins with the law since age 12, and am fortunate today not to have a criminal record today, it was chalked up to a wild, misspent youth.

I didn’t have to look very hard to find evidence of my mother drinking during her pregnancy. She freely admitted to drinking through all of her pregnancies. This was also the justification that it must be my problem because the other siblings didn’t turn out as bad (by comparison).

Introduction of Valium: Compounding my early years of development, and apparently in an effort to ameliorate my ADHD-like behaviours, my mother put me on Valium at times (long car trip). However, it would be twenty years later when it was determined I am allergic to this tranquilizer and have a reverse reaction to it. The anxiety of this medication pushes me up, not down.

Nothing made sense. I looked normal, often sounded normal — my life should be normal! Perhaps I just needed to try harder. Of course, every attempt to try harder usually ended with even worse results, eg. cramming for school exams.

Employers and social groups never seemed to last long. At times I wished I had the features of a down syndrome person. Then at least people would have an obvious context to explain the complicated, and extreme range of behaviour I could display.

The conundrum was either to swallow all the low self esteem I’d acquired, or fight for something solution, that lay just around the next corner. Maybe. I began living my life for the purpose of finding ‘my’ solution somewhere just around the next corner...the next workshop, the next retreat. All to no avail.

I’m exhausted.

I always thought it would be a great relief to finally have the answer, never realizing it may come without the solution. I never thought my life could get any more depressing but, now, knowing I have FASD (ARND?) and there is no cure brings on a whole new level of depression. Perhaps my psycho-spiritual pursuits all this time were preparing me for acceptance of this incurable fate. I have nothing else to guide me now.

So finally, as a hail Mary pass, I enlisted two therapists for guided, supervised psychedelic remedies, hopefully. It was in one of these experiences I came to acknowledge — say out loud to myself and others, that I suffer with an FASD. And it was also these experiences which released me to a cosmic Love I never thought possible, that I cherish and hold on to today. In another experience a voice, not from myself, but from the universe “thanked” me for my life. Huh? (I’ll take the support wherever I can find it)

My ‘expected’ reality is currently something that is changing rapidly. My hope today is to find a trusting partner who can Love and accept me as I am, and in spite of my plight is willing to live with me until my time is up here.

Thank you for listening.

Neil from Victoria, BC

Gina Schumaker Feature Part 2

My name is Gina Schumaker and I am way more than my FASD.

I was diagnosed at 50 years old. I am a mother to a 29-year-old beautiful, talented, independent daughter and a 13-year-old sweet, funny, sensitive, thoughtful and active boy! My grand boys are 7 & 10. I love the time I get to spend with them.


I have done nails for 25 years and and am phasing out as I grow my Home Staging business . Yes, I struggle. Money and time are not my friends. Managing them is a chore. Getting diagnosed was incredibly beneficial for me . I have given myself more credit and am much more gentle and accepting of myself. My motto is “I may not be smart ... but I’m definitely not stupid.”

I like to give hope to others . Find what you are passionate about and use your gifts! My goal is to raise awareness and help others get services and tools to be successful at being the best them they can be!

Monica Gaseor Feature


My name is Monica. I am 26 years old. I was born at LBJ Hospital in Houston, TX. My birth mom had me. She was an alcoholic and drug addict. She was so sick and she couldn't take care of me. I was 3 pounds and 8 ounces when they found out I had cocaine in my system. They immediately called Child Protective Services and put me into a foster home. I stayed in the foster home until I was about a couple months old. I then met my adopted parents and took me into their life. They took good care of me and I was now their child.


I have lived with FASD all of my life. I was very impulsive and happy. My parents told me that I have FASD when I was older, so I understood what it was. I have a wonderful life and I'm so glad I got adopted. I wished my mom had made good choices in her life. Inside I am thankful for everything. I now have a job as a teacher’s assistant at the Rise School of Houston. I work with kids with disabilities and without.

I love traveling and hanging out with friends and family. I enjoy watching movies. I love comedy. I've been in different schools and a community college that has helped me a lot with a career. I wanted to go and I had the help of different people to get me in this career. I was an intern at first, and then a volunteer. They hired me after I went through training and got the job.

I am telling my story because I want people to know what FASD is and why we have it. I am here with purpose and to help others!

Nicole Branson Feature

My child has a permanent brain-based, physical disability and it’s my fault.

My first born was conceived with zero forethought. At 23, I was not planning on becoming a mother. I wasn’t really planning anything, just living my life. I was working as a nanny and waitress and I spent my evenings going to watch bands play with my boyfriend (now my husband) and drink. Although I do not have a drinking problem we went out at least 3 nights a week and were in line with the rest of our friends.


When we discovered I was pregnant, the shock was an understatement. As we processed this new information we formed a plan to have our baby. I stopped all smoking and drinking and started taking vitamins. I ate as healthy as I could afford to and spent the rest of my pregnancy falling in love with my baby. I was so excited to meet her. Feeling my crunchy hippy roots I wanted as natural of a birth as I could have. I found a natural birth center and met my midwives.

At our first visit, I was asked about smoking and drinking. I laid it all out for the midwife and she told me none of that mattered. “Whatever you do in that first trimester has no effect on the baby,” she said. And I believed her.

So when my daughter was slow to crawl, walk and talk we called her a late bloomer. When the speech therapist said, “She seems a bit off. Does she fall down a lot?” I felt furious. I experienced her as a perfect, gorgeous child. She didn’t fall down often and she wasn’t “off”. I thought she just needed speech therapy.

As my darling girl grew the “late bloomer” label always fit. She did well enough in school but struggled with anxiety and fitting in socially. We made many adjustments for her and all of our children through the years. We dabbled in homeschooling, held her back a year in middle school and sent her to an alternative high school with smaller class sizes and flexible teachers. It worked, she made it through school and graduated, but her self-esteem suffered greatly. As her peers were driving, heading off to college, living on their own or just working, my daughter felt the weight of not measuring up. She was nowhere near ready for such big life changes and she felt bad about it.

I am a big believer in following your children’s lead so, we talked about it being fine that she is developing at her own pace on her own timeline. We just had no idea why she was developing late in comparison to her peers.

When we finally figured out that she has FASD we were stunned, but grateful for an answer. I wish many things had been different in her life. I wish we had known about FASD before she was born. I wish she had been diagnosed early. I wish we had implemented the neurobehavioral model when she was young. I wish she had been given all the support she needed. I wish life was easier for her brain. I do not, however, wish her to be any different than she is.

In spite of the challenges her brain has, my daughter is incredibly kind, compassionate, empathetic, loving, and nurturing. She loves children, especially those who require more understanding and help. She has a job she loves, working with children with autism, and has plans to do something in the medical field. She is in a strong and healthy relationship with a boy who loves and understands her and intends to move in with him next year.

My daughter is a gift to this world and everyone who comes in contact with her. It’s my fault her brain has extra challenges because of my drinking, but I can’t live a full life filled with regret and guilt. I didn’t know what I didn’t know and in spite of my ignorance and lack of planning a beautiful being was created. She gave me the gift of motherhood and the gift of mothering her! I am grateful for this life with her. I am grateful for her, every day.

Matshepo Seseane Feature

My story

Okay here is my story! :)

From birth I was born with Foetal Alcohol Spectrum Syndrome. I have been to a school for children who are severely handicapped and have severe mental retardation. I was there from the age of five till 12 years of age. I never made the fit into my family as a normal human being. My mother had to give me up to my uncle (dad). 

When it came to mainstream schools I was not going to make it, so I was placed in a special needs school and my story makes me cry because I was discarded into nothing. God's grace is so sufficient for me. I've defied so many odds and still do at my age.


Everyone labelled me as nothing but a crazy person who will never amount to nothing because I can't do or live like a normal person...I am going to write a book one day about my syndrome and how I've tried not allowing it to define me. I haven't gone through the worst Hell yet compared to the next person but I've conquered so much and I'll never stop conquering with a smile at a time too!

Kind Regards,

Matshepo Seseane

Angel Aspden Feature


My name is Angel. I am 33 years of age and I actually didn't get my diagnoses until I was 27 years of age. So needless to say I was one of the ones who fell through the cracks. Going un-diagnosed meant I was not labelled "slow or special" but instead labelled lazy, rebellious, dumb or troubled. So with schooling I basically just kept getting passed along (to become the next teachers problem).
I actually remember for the majority of the time I was in the hall, office or suspended.

What I hated most was "shrinking" when it was time to pass our exams back one to be marked or when a teacher tried helping me to understand by showing me on the black/white board in front of the entire class. It was not long before I withdrew completely and ended up dropping out.

Within a short time after dropping out my life became the "typical life" of someone who had FASD...which was a drug addict, into crime/ in and out of prison, on and off conditions, one who simply was headed in the direction of destruction and or death. Suicide attempts and hopelessness to follow as I fought my way out of addiction. I still couldn't find purpose to life. I felt I just didn't fit in or belong. It was then I knew I needed help. I was clean and sober but battling all consuming thoughts of wanting to die thinking life was just not worth it. I thought it was rehab before I relapsed or it was a mental ward. Well the dream center then accepted me to come in the following A.M. so that's what I did. I got life cleaned up and in fact, this is where I came to surrender my life to Christ....I knew I couldn't do it on my own.

I have been on a journey since. I am now 10 years clean from the chemical addiction and life has changed completely.

Shortly after my life got cleaned up I had my mom reach out and tell me I got to get checked for FASD in which I did. It was then I was diagnosed ( like I said at the age 27). I shortly after reached out to community connections and began building. My life then started to really be focused around FASD. I became the consultant on the Alberta FASD Advisory Board and from there began doing public speeches and presentations around FASD. I today am well known for my voice, fight and determination.

I have went back and completed my schooling. Follow by getting my Early Childhood level one, teachers aid course, child psychology course along with many courses and training events in regards to children and trauma.

Today I currently am a kinship caregiver of 3 very precious beautiful children. I am a voice not only for FASD affected but also a voice for other children falling through the cracks still today. I am a trainer and a mentor and volunteer in countless areas. Most of all though I am a story that says with support, determination and love life can be changed. We can help change a life simply through compassion. Or being one who simply stops to listen. I can truly say I am only where I am today because of that " one person" along the way that would show genuine support and care. We were created to do life together I believe. In saying that I want to just thank everyone who helped me through love, compassion, patience, listening etc. Its because of you all I can be a voice and success today. An overcomer.

Lauren Richardson Feature

A Baby’s Voice Trapped in a Bottle

Hello my name is Roxanna Gonzalez  ( Adopted name is Lauren Richardson)


I was born in a little town called Santa Anna witch is the capital city of the country El Salvador. From what I have heard it has been a war torn country and at the time of my birth there was a ton of war going on. I don’t really know a lot about my birth, all I know is that when I took my first breath I had aspirated a lot of the amniotic sack and fluids. Due to the fact that I was born with a cleft lip and palate, at the time right after birth from what I have heard, my birth mother had told the hospital that she was going to be coming back for me and left. She had never shown back up for me & I was abandoned at birth. I also know that my birth mother was an alcoholic & had been drinking while she was pregnant with me.  I was then put into an orphanage that was where I started to become very sick. I started to become very dehydrated & malnourished because trying to feed a baby with a cleft lip and palate facial deformity can be very hard & very challenging. Also I some how contracted scabies while I had been in there. After 3 whole months of being alive and being in there my whole world changed and I was finally being adopted. I became the lucky one.

There was a lady from the adoption agency, (the adoption agency is called families for children) & her name was Sandra Simpson. She flew down to Santa Anna, El Salvador where she picked me up and jumped on a air plane and flew me to Toronto Ontario Canada. That was where I met my adopted mom & dad. I arrived in Toronto Ontario Canada weighing in at 5.0 pounds & covered in scabies. My adopted parents immediately took me from the airport straight to the hospital where the Dr's and nurses then took over getting me immediate medical attention.  I think at the age of 5 to 6 months of age was when I had my first surgery & that was to repair my cleft palate & also my cleft lip. Then from there the rest of my surgeries happened. I have had around 25 reconstructive surgeries all together in my life from ear tubes, nose jobs, jaw work, to bone graphs. I have had a lot of work done. I believe a few other things that were starting to show up as signs of difficulty for me were things like learning to roll over on my tummy as a baby.  Also learning to hold my head up and learning to crawl. I eventually learning to walk and talk which are usually very BIG mile stones for any human baby/child.

I was adopted into a very loving caring & supportive home. I have 1 older sister who is my adopted parents biological child. My adopted parents adopted my little sister who is from a different family, so there is 3 of us girls in the family and I am the middle child. I grew up and did most of my schooling in Hamilton, Ontario. I actually really loved school. Growing up at first I was very shy and reserved but I also learned to become very bubbly and out going. I learned that I could make tons of friends and make them laugh all the time. I hung out  and had tons of fun. I also had very supportive teachers while I was in school. While I was in school I guess the teachers were slowly starting to notice that I was struggling with the course work. I believe this was starting to show at around grade 2 and then heading into grade 3. I guess I was struggling with things like reading and writing and trying to keep up with the pace of the class room. Writing things down of the black board was such a challenge because I was always 8 steps behind everyone else especially if it was a huge lesson to be learned.  Eventually I started going to the learning resource room almost every day to just catch up. That was when my parents started to get pulled into these meetings and they started planning to have this thing called a IEP; which was a individual education plan where they would meet every so often and talk about my learning and ways to help me out.  At around grade 3 was when I started to go and have all these tests done on my learning. I went to go and see all these doctors and specialists who were going to run all of these tests on me to help determine if I even had a learning disability or not. It turned out that I was diagnosed with a non verbal learning disability at that time. That didn’t stop me in any way. I continued with my schooling trying my best right up until grade 5. That was when I really noticed that I was different than the rest of the students in my class. My teacher in grade 5 told the whole class a few weeks before we graduated elementary school that we were going to go have a field trip to go visit and have a tour of the middle school that all of my classmates were going to go attend. The next year my teacher told me that I was not going to be attending this field trip because I was not going to be attending this school next year and that I was going to be staying behind while the whole class went on this field trip. Right then and there was when I just  knew that I was very different from my classmates but I didn’t know what I did that was so different or wrong to not attend. The next year I had moved and started to attend grade 6 grade 7 & grade 8 downtown. That was where I started to attend the special education class where I succeeded and did very & extremely well. My grades were awesome. I participated in class. My spirits became high and I had a very loving devoted teacher who truly guided me and who believed in me and what I could accomplish. The atmosphere was such a positive change for me. I was able to get introduced to sports which I found out I was amazing at. I joined things like the swim team and track & field. I became able to focus on all the great stuff that I could do because of the positive reinforcement I got from my teachers and students. I graduated from grade 8 that was a huge accomplishment for me & my family.  I moved on to high school I ended up attending a regular high school with regular classes for my grade 9 year. It became very difficult and I started to struggle probably because I didn’t have the same structure and environment. The teachers were very different & the positivity was gone. So I began to struggle again. I got moved to another school that was more like a trades school. It was called a vocational school so you learned more trades like things like baking, automotive, hair dressing, woodworking courses, and that sort of thing. I went there for grade 10 & 11 then my parents ended up landing a job in Toronto so I moved and went to school in Toronto. I attended to another vocational school. We moved to London Ontario after 16 months of living in Toronto. I attended another vocational school along the way. I made tons of friends my grades were pretty good. I continued on with playing sports also at school which I really enjoyed still. After about a year in London Ontario, my parents got their dream job which was out on the West Coast of Canada. I was just getting my life together & settled and once again I was on the move. Once I got out west I enrolled in a high school. It was just a regular high school to hopefully graduate. I was only there for about 6 months or less before I had to leave the school due to the fact of my age the school system out west is only able to take you up until you are 19 years of age. I had just turned 19. I was having to leave where as if I had stayed in Ontario then I could of stayed in school and attended right up until I was 21 ears old. It was very hard for me because I felt I tried and worked very hard for it to all just fall apart like that. In the end I never ended up getting my high school diploma or ever graduating out of high school. I went straight into community college and ended up taking a school to work transition program where they introduced you to the work force and helped you get into a Co-Op placement and helped you get a job from that placement.

I always knew that I wanted to make a huge difference in this world and by doing that I knew that health care was the field I really wanted to be in.  My placement was at a nursing home as a house keeper. I then realized after about 4 or 5 months of working there that I really wanted to work as a health care aide so I then worked and saved up to go back to school and take the care aide course which was only 6 months long. I ended going to school to become a health care aide. I ended up doing fantastic on the written course work but where I did struggle a lot was actually on the practicums. I ended up failing the course 2 times due to the practicums but I completed it the 3rd time. The areas that I struggled were things like time management & speed which I was able to fix. I have worked in health care as a care aide for about 8 years now & I still have the love & the passion for it each and every day. Each and every day is different and it can be so very rewarding to be able to help people & see their smiling faces & like any job it has its great days and bad days.  So back in 2014 I was working at a nursing home as a on call care aide with a pretty big company & being on call all the time I never knew what floor I was working on until they called me in. Sometimes very short notice so one of the times I was on shift it was time to distribute the nourishment around to the residence rooms. I accidentally left a cookie on a resident's tray who just so happened to be diabetic. I ended up losing my job over that. The company that I was with was unionized so I went and fought for my job back. While I was going through that process I ended up getting retested for my learning disability again because the company wanted to understand how it was best to support me. I had never been retested as a adult the union and the company I was working for ended up paying the money for me to have the testing done.

Once the tests results came back in that was when my whole life changed. I remember sitting in the Dr's office. It was March 31, 2014 at 1:00 in the afternoon. The Dr. asked me to come into the room first to talk to me about the diagnosis while my mom and my Union rep, and someone from the company was there sitting in the waiting room. I sat at the opposite end of the table. I had no clue as to what she was about to tell me but when the Dr. told me that they are diagnosing me with having F.A.S Fetal Alcohol Syndrome I lost it. I remember whipping a cup of water at her and then I burst into tears. It was absolutely devastating. I remember so much rage and anger. It felt like as if I was getting sentenced to a life long jail sentence on a crime that I did not commit. I remember saying to the Dr. through all of the tears, "so is there medications that I can take to cure this thing?" Unfortunately, she tells me that there is no cure for this. I remember feeling very numb. She then brought my mother in and the union reps to break the news to them. By that point I had a million things going on in my mind. I must of looked glazed over. I was furious. I went home and I remember just feeling numb and very lost. I didn’t know anyone else at all with this condition. I also believe getting this diagnoses shocked my whole entire family & a lot of my friends.

I remember being alone one day a few days after being diagnosed and I just was curious to find out a bit on it so I jumped on YouTube. I just typed in F.A.S Fetal Alcohol Syndrome that was where I saw all of these videos pop up. I clicked on one of them. I finished watching the whole video. I thought wow I could relate to the gentleman in that video completely. I thought I would like to get into contact with him. I ended up trying to look him up on Facebook. His name is Myles. I ended up private messaging him and introducing myself to him. I informed him that I had just recently been diagnosed a few days ago and I told him just how lost and very confused I am. I asked him if there was any way he would be able to help me out even if it was to just talk. I sent the message & then I just had to play the waiting game to see if he was going to get back in touch with me or even reach out at all.  He did after a couple of days. He reached out to me with a great response. We got to know each other over a couple of months & then we decided to meet in person. We met in Vancouver BC. It was such a powerful day to be able to meet someone who is just like you. In a lot of ways you share a bond that no one can ever take away from you because it is at a cellular level. It's really powerful, well at least to me it was. He ended up inviting me to the international conference in Vancouver BC in April 2015. That’s where I got introduced to a lot of other young teens and adults who are living with F.A.S/F.A.S.D. It also opened up a whole new world that I had no idea even existed. I want people to know and understand that even though I have the same diagnosis as Myles and others that it plays out very uniquely in each of us. This whole thing is 100% preventable. Please educate yourself and others on this. There is no safe amount of alcohol to be consumed while pregnant. Please do not take the risk. I have been sober for 31 years next month. The day of my sobriety was the day I was born.

Thank you for taking the time to read my F.A.S Fetal Alcohol Syndrome story. I hope that by reading it you were a little inspired by me and my journey. I will try my best at everything that I do. I will never give up. I will forever be the voice for those fetuses and babies that don’t have a voice yet. I have never struggled with behaviors or have ended up in trouble with the law.

Written With Love From Lauren Richardson


Kyle Burt Feature


I was born in Seattle on the last day of January 1985 and was put to foster care after I was born because my mother was intoxicated while giving birth to me. I was sent to a wonderful family in Bothell, Washington for foster care. During my stay I had one problem with my face and that was my eyelids. My eyelids were not strong enough for me to open them so they got me surgery. It put something in them to hold them up so my muscles would get strong enough. When I was 3 and half I was introduced to live with the Burts in 1988. And finally on February 15, 1990 I was adopted to the Burt family. I had learning problems so through out my school years I was always in half of special needs classes and other regular classes other than math, because I don't do well in that subject. During my time with Burt's from 1990 to 2000 I always loved to sing, dance to my favorite tunes like Queen, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder, Skillet, Dc Talk and many others. My other past time would be drawing, making poems, drumming (Didn't have a drum set so I would look for things I could bang on lol) and exploring our great wooded back yard. I had many siblings growing up, much of them adopted just like I was. I had 6 sisters at one point and one brother.

We all had our strifes but mine didn't pull its head out until I was 15 when I was out of control and obviously couldn't be taken care of by my parents. I was being violent and lots of others things that I can't imagine of me doing today. So in the summer of 2000 they had a talk with me about moving me to a group home. I was pretty angry at them so when I was at the children's group home and they wanted to call I would hang up. But soon after I came to realize that they wanted to talk to me so I talked to them again.

In summer of 2004 I was moved again into a adult group home in Snohomish County and that group home was difficult because you had to have good behavior to move out. I had a good record for 2 years until I screwed up and had to move backwards in my program. It would take another 8 years before I graduated and moved out. During my times in the adult group home one of my past times was Special Olympics and I did it for 5 years and the most fun sport I did was track and field. I loved running so I did the 1500, running long jump, 200, 100 and 800 and 400 and the relay. During this time in this group home I had a lot of jobs from working in Manufacturing company, working as a contractor for the US Navy (Certain Job made for individuals with disabilities), working as a bell ringer for the holidays for the Salvation Army. But my biggest and best job was working at Albertson's grocery store as a courtesy clerk. I'm a very social person so this is a great job for me because I was always talking to the customers and I had a very good customer service skills.

And now I live in Bellingham in my own apartment (with roommate) and work part time as a meat clerk at a grocery store. Now that I'm out my group home I don't have to rely on staff all the time. I travel mostly around town on my bike, I do lip sync contest once in awhile, I see concerts and hang with my friends. I still sing and dance and sometimes drum. One of my new hobbies is recording music and making music videos and putting them online. I still have my difficulties from socializing appropriately like being too loud when I think its normal volume and math. I'm very happy for where I am now from where I once was.

FASD has brought me so many people in my life through groups, Film Festivals and social gatherings. This journey isn't done yet, it has just begun.

Editor's Note: I met Kyle through his live FB Question and Answer videos. He is an absolute inspiring advocate and has brought the yearn from other individuals with FASD to get out there and advocate as well. Keep up the amazing work, Kyle! Your voice is strong and heard!

Pam Crawforth Feature

Hi! My name is Pam. 

Molly with their family dog.

Molly with their family dog.

Molly is our adopted daughter, she has been with us since she was 6 weeks old, born full term at 3lb 3 ozs. We adopted her aged 3 yrs old, we learnt that she wouldn't see her 1st birthday because of health issues. Her prognosis wasn't very good at all, multiple health issues due to birth mother's drinking. Her health is generally ok and understanding her body language is important, as she never complains. Molly is partially sighted, deaf, although we have had an implant fitted. She's missing bones and joints, albeit the smaller ones, fingers and toes, wrists and ankles etc. Her little fingers have never grown , and has developed contracture of her fingers. Her teeth, well some of them have no calcium in them so they are a major problem. Good dental care has saved a lot of issues. She has 2 teeth that have grown inside her eye sockets, at the moment causing no problems. Her brain is full of cysts which may have caused the early onset of dementia. Nearly every part of her little body has been affected by alcohol, apart from her beautiful hair and gentle nature ❤️   She is an amazing pianist, if I give her a piece of music to listen to she will play it. We do have an amazing piano teacher who teaches her.  She loves him and music is now her life! 4 years ago we were planning on her going to uni to study music, obviously with the full support of her carer. Now those dreams have been shattered with the diagnosis of dementia! I am sure from the research I've done that it's linked with FASD! We love her so much, it's heartbreaking. I just wish more effort was put into warning mums not to drink whilst pregnant and more research done into the enormous effect it has on unborn babies. It hurts to think it shouldn't be happening in this day and age. It also hurts to think we are going to lose her. She's only 19 yrs.  

Phillip Dekrafft Feature

(NOTE BY BLOG OWNER: Phillip gave me permission to help edit his story. I have cut out some of the ending of Phillip's story for the mere fact it had adult content that I did not feel was appropriate for my audience. Although I do want to give an honest and real look into the lives of those with FASD, some of the details I do not want younger audiences reading. If you would like to hear the whole story of Phillip, please message me and I can send it to you....

This story does have some adult content in it about drug, alcohol use, and violence. Discretion is advised.)


Hello, my name is Phillip Dekrafft. I am 25 years old. I was born in Tosmk over Russia. My brother and I were both adopted. Our birth parents couldn't take care of us.They would leave us at the hospital to get fed. Our new mom and dad found us and brought us back to the states. We had some problems but I'm not sure they knew about FASD at that time. They had trouble with me but it was always with homework. I would have problems. I was too slow. I could not spell or read but all the other kids were reading. I would go get the big books and try hard. At times I would be at home crying because I couldn't read but wanted to be like everyone else. My mom and dad are both teachers so that helped but it was a fight every time homework was trying to get done. For some reason I was good with art. The years would go past and my mom and dad would take us all over the states. We traveled a lot in the summer because for some reason I had a hard time making and keeping friends. It was amazing to see my mom and dad spend hours trying to help me in 5th. 6th grade got bad because I was getting picked on and called a freak. So in my mind I said let me be this freak so I started to cut some for fun. I found out cutting gave me a high. I never thought it was a problem. Others did though as we moved on. 7th grade I got into trouble because my friend Mikey was getting picked on and something snapped in my head. A voice came to me and said don't let those kids pick on your friend so I stabbed 3 kids with a protractor then myself. That day I thought I did a good thing but everybody else looked down at it. I got expelled from school. I got older and I started trying drugs and drinking. I got kicked out of school once again for selling fake dope. I had fun because people thought I was cool. I thought I had friends but I did not. Nobody was there. So I would cut because that was my one drug. I would take all the hate that kids would tell me; calling me fat and slow and retarded. So finally I had enough. At age 15 I was in high school and found more out casts. We started our gang. It was a joke but we were selling drugs at the high school and drinking in class. I was into the punk and goth thing. I looked crazy. I was trying to push people away but then it came down hard. I was blamed for wanting to shoot up the school so I was at home when the cops raided my home. My mom and dad's look on their face killed me. That day the joke was on me because it turned out my so called friends did all of this. They thought it was a great joke after VT College shooting. I remember the man who drove me in. He would keep his gun under his car seat. In my mind this was all fake so I was laughing. It was not though. That was my first time in jail. They called me rock star because I would head bang my head on the walls. They put me in a suicide outfit. A month or so went by and I went to William S Hall or Bull Street in SC. Then they shipped to Greenville to a home for kids who had things going on. By age 18 I was doing my own thing with drugs and drinking. By age 19 I moved back to the beach. I got into meth bad and getting drunk and doing tattoos. Then I moved into the KOA campground and Hell's Angels moved in next door. BJ, I saw him as somebody I wanted to become. So they opened up BJ's Scooter's in Myrtle Beach. It's still open and I still see them. He taught me how to stick up for myself and gave me a job. But the drinking got way worse. I was drinking so bad I started speed and learned how to cook. I was riding with my brothers. Sometimes it got bad.....What I do is try to stay strong and take my meds. But as today all the stuff I have been through makes me stronger.

About Phillip:

Phillip is 25 years old and lives in Irmo, SC with his parents and daughter. He loves tattooing in his free time. He has a dog that he loves very much. He is also working very hard on his recovery from drugs and getting a place of his own for he and his daughter. 

Katie Gregory Feature

Name: Krystal Dawn Gregory- I go by my nickname Katie.

How are y'all doing? God is good all the time. Right? Amen.

I'm here to tell you a story that God has turned into a beautiful living testimony. It began on November 2, 1989. I was delivered full term weighing in at two pounds and four ounces. Yes, definitely a premie. My birth mother drank while pregrant with me. After she gave birth the doctors found many problems. I was diagnosed with Fetal Alcohol syndrome. They sent me to a larger hospital for NICU until I gained enough weight. I was there for six months.

Two years later (Spring of 1992) my birth mother became ill due to cirrhosis of the liver. Before going into the hospital she gave me to relatives until she was able to be released. But she passed away. My childhood was great, but I was sickly and had developmental delays. So going to doctors was part of a routine. Growing up, I traveled to the mountains for vacation with family. We used to go fishing and camping all the time. Friends were somewhat hard to come by, but I created my own imaginary world where I had many imaginary friends. School was usually fun. I was smart though I struggled at times with behavioral issues. But I was a hard worker. In May of 2009, I graduated from high school. Then attended a local two year college and obtained an Associates with applied science in business. Oh how I miss the 90's. To me those were the good ole days.

My adult life is great and comes with its own set of challenges. I'm not able to drive due to impaired vision/cognitive delays. I don't work because of my inability to handle stressful environments. Like many adults I do have responsibilities. I attend a local church. There are times I struggle with the affects of Fetal Alcohol syndrome from depression to lonliness. Relationships don't work well for me. I dated a childhood friend I grew up with all my life. We got engaged, but ended it because I couldn't handle the stress or responsibility of a decent relationship with someone. Plus social issues are a factor as well. I prefer to have my space and be left alone. That is okay; at least I tried. I'm happy being single and free. Now I'm twenty-eight years old; turning twenty-nine in November. I'm living at home with family. It would be cool to have my own place, but just can't afford it and I don't have access to certain services because of where I live. All I can say is I'm loved and very well cared for by family and friends. That is all folks. Here are a few cool fun facts about me:

Pet(s): Dogs are pawesome. Chihuahua named Elvis.

I love Jesus, boats, music, technology, and travel

I still have my imaginary world (keeping this one to myself)

Favorite book: Bible

Favorite movie: Titanic and Deeply (Kirsten Dunst)

Favorite place(s): Mountains and where ever there is water such as lake, river, or ocean

Favorite food/beverage: I am a foodie. I'll eat anything as long as it is not raw uncooked fish/meat. I've tried alcohol (yucky), just give me an ice cold coca-cola please. Dark chocolate is a huge favorite.

Children: 0, I don't want NO kids either. Dogs are my preference. Cats are okay too, but NOT in the house.

Activities/Hobbies: Art, Youtube (check out my youtube channel- KG's Lounge), and sleeping

Favorite game: Goodgame Big Farm and Fate

Favorite bible verse:

Jeremiah 29:11- "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "Plans to prosper you and not harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future."


Anne Smith Feature

I Used to Call Her Cookie

My first memory of Helen was a sweet one. It was a typical day. I had gone to school. When I arrived back at the house, I saw the car seat and baby toys out. I knew my Mom must have got another kid at some point during the day. The fact that it was a baby car seat was exciting. I really loved the babies. I wasn't prepared for how much I would love this one. A lot of my memories of young Helen started around the age of two. My mom would let me take her on adventures. I had years of babysitting experience and older sister experience. Taking her places and buying her things, dressing her and curling her pigtails with my fingers....I became extremely aware that, despite my crazy teenage angst, I was going to be a mother one day. Because of the challenges Helen faced daily due to the expose of drugs and alcohol in utero, I knew I would work with children with special needs one day. 

Out of all the FAS effects Helen experienced and still experiences today, the shaking was and is always been the hardest for me. I don't really know why. Maybe because it is an instant reminder of what was done so many years ago. There was never a rhyme or reason to her shaking. It could be stress induced, too much excitement, hard day, maybe she was getting tired. As she got older, I became acutely aware of it....and so did those around us. Helen would carry on, most times blissfully ignoring the shaking. I would stare at the faces of those watching and realize my sisterly protective emotions were set on high. Sometimes I would wrap my arms around her, rub her arm, tuck her hair behind her ear. Sometimes that would help calm her shaking. Other times she would just shake, no matter what.

As frustrated as Helen could make me, and still does at times, the shaking always, always, always stops me in my tracks. She is instantly that little baby I met after school that first day. 

BIO: I am a mother of 3 amazing boys. I have lived on the West Coast, East Coast and several places in between. I love the fresh fruit and veggies at local farmer's markets and finding hidden waterfalls high in the mountains. Nothing relaxes me more than baking and cooking while drink a glass (or two) of wine and I am always truly home when I am sitting on a beach near the ocean.  I found my calling working with children with special needs. I spend everyday feeling blessed for this life of mine.