In all the discussions about immunizations, the voice that I have never heard is that of someone who has those diseases.
Well, I did, and they are miserable.
In the early 1930s, my older sister started school and, over the next months, brought them all home. The duration of the illness is about the same as its incubation, so as she got better, I got sick.
Chickenpox: you itch in places you didn’t know you had, and years later it can make you vulnerable for that nasty one, shingles.
Then it’s measles: you are sick in bed, covered with a painful rash, itching again and that one can damage your eyes or kill you.
Then there is whooping cough: three weeks of misery and coughing so hard you fight for a breath and gag. When you are a young child and gag, you throw up. I have been told that is when I learned to swear. I would look at the mess on the floor, say “Oh damn,” and look for someone else to clean it up.
Don’t inflict this on anyone, least of all on those you love.