My mother is an anti-vaxxer. She has been her whole life. She was brought up in a conspiracist household and just naturally developed a false, extremist skepticism. She never vaccinated me for anything, not once, even went so far as to forge documents to get me into schools. It worked, somehow. My dad hated this and filed a divorce eventually, hoping to gain custody of me. He failed. I was in the custody of my mother, separated from my father permanently. His financial balance was gone and my mother found herself all but homeless with me in her care. Then I contracted polio. She never did get it, but it didn’t matter. She died of a stroke a little while later. With no money and being underage, I couldn’t get proper treatment, and even if I could, it was only a matter of time. I was forced to cross the border to Mexico, where I found a cheap rental of an old, still functional iron lung. As I dictate this for you to read, I guess it never really mattered in the first place whether I was vaccinated or not, because I got autism from that shit anyway.