Forced to Disconnnect – electrohypersensitive fugitives in Sweden – by Gunilla Ladberg
This book is about people in Sweden who after having developed hypersensitivity to electricity or/and microwave radiation from wireless technologies have become fugitives in their own country.
I must first say that neither I nor anyone in my family has been affected by this condition. I started to write about the issue after learning about the health hazards caused by cell phones and other wireless communication gadgets. That's how I met a number of people who had become electrohypersensitive (EHS).
This condition has disabled some of them to such an extent that they had to flee from their homes and workplaces to find refuge in forested areas as far away from electrical power and cell phone towers as possible.
Hearing their stories was a major eye-opener. The fact is that some of my fellow citizens are forced to live as fugitives in their own country! They are not fleeing from wars or terrorism, but from modern technology. They are fugitives in one of the safest countries in the world, or, what once, before the introduction of the latest in
information technology and wireless communications systems, was a safe country.
The stories of these people need to be told – for their own sake because of the obvious injustice, and because this is everybody's business. Their stories are stories about us. People with EHS are no
different from you or me. The only thing that separates us from them is luck.
I have travelled around the country and met many EHS fugitives. I have interviewed some twenty people out of more than 600 identified by The Swedish Association for the ElectroSensitive. As certain themes in their stories kept coming up again and again, I decided to dedicate separate chapters to them.
Some EHS fugitives wished to remain anonymous, while others did not mind going public. "I believe everyone is responsible. That's why I want to tell my story," one person said. However, I decided to give them all fictitious names as not to spotlight the individual, but to emphasize that they can be anyone of us.
I wish to thank all my new friends, under their assumed names – Maria, Siv, Björn, Klas, Mia, Eva, Thomas, Inger, Birgit, Naser, Elisabeth, Kenneth, Johanna's dad, and Jonas' mom. Thank you for sharing your many painful experiences so willingly and sincerely. Thank you for your endurance. Thank you for putting your trust in me. I hope this book reflects my gratitude.