In the last few days I have received countless curse-word filled comments on posts that I sent with the highest of love intentions. I am whole heartedly sorry for having offended so many people. I love and accept all humans (and other creatures) for exactly who they are, and have a huge amount of respect for people who stand their ground with honor and integrity. I think that the people who use vulgar words to discourage my quest are missing my point, and I’ll explain.
I think we’re all different and unique, and in fact– I’m not so “normal” myself. I think and act differently than my entire family. I know we all have something important to offer, and am an advocate of these rights.
I know there are many facets to autism, and I will continue to learn about them. My son was actually ill. He had so many infections and poisons in his body. He was sick and we got him better. During this process, we were told he had autism. As a mother, all I know is my experience. Perhaps the label makers got it wrong and he never had autism. Perhaps he still has it. I don’t know because I don’t believe in labels, so much.
I use the label autism here because many children who are diagnosed with autism like my son have the same illnesses that my son had. I have helped hundreds of them get well. Many people with autism these days are very sick. There are even new cases of cancer coming up among them, because they seem to have compromised immune systems. I could quote science, but I won’t because I want to keep this simple. To me, a mother and child experience doesn’t need science to be proven correct. I don’t think you take offense in me helping my sick child get well. I think you’re taking offense because you think I am saying that just by him having a beautiful autism mind makes him sick. You think I am saying that autism is wrong, evil, and unacceptable… This couldn’t be further from my truth. As he healed, we see even more of his beautiful mind. When he was sick he was having seizures, throwing up, very bad stomach issues and food allergies. He cried all of the time. As we healed his gut, we saw the classical autism symptoms disappear. This wasn’t a goal. More of a fact.
I’m sorry again for offending you. I just wanted to be clear that if you are able to send such well crafted emails to me, and are happy with who you are — then you are probably not speaking of the same autism that my son and many children are diagnosed with. It was never necessary for my husband and me to raise our son to fit into any box. Any box all. Not even the autism box. He is Dougie and we love him. If gets sick again, we will always do all we can to help him heal.
And it is because Dougie got well, that we cannot stop helping those who want our help. Anyone on our healing program will tell you that we HONOR those gorgeous differences.
I am raising my son to send love where there is hate. And, boy is he an angel. So, I send you love though you have sent me hate. If disagreeing with me causes you to hate me or send me more hateful email, that’s a shame. Hateful comments are not welcome here. Disagreeing is a healthy example of how diverse our planet is.
If you are an adult or teen with autism and would like to actively help younger people with autism, knowing that many of them get very ill– may be of help to you. In my life I have known many people with autism, and they did not suffer as much as my son and my clients. There is something here. But, again these are merely my experiences.
I have no desire to change or heal anybody. I have no need to prove my beliefs. They are just mine. They come from my experience which is real to me. I share them to help myself grow, and in turn I get the blessing of helping many people heal from things that no longer serve them.
He got really bad diarrhea. Really bad sore throats and ear aches. He coughed a lot. He threw up a lot. He didn’t want to eat. He needed medicine so we got it for him. He fought us when giving him the medicine. While, we thought it was the best thing for him, the strength with which he fought was quite extraordinary. It made me think deeper.
Within the first five months of this illness (we don’t have any other word for this, but illness), I was on the phone with several doctors and nurses inquiring when this medicine would take effect… And why he would fight me so hard? Did they think that maybe he instinctively knew he was allergic to the meds? Nope. According to them, he was just sick…. Like all kids get, and this would end one day. But, he “needed that medicine.”
When I made the decision to fight his infections naturally, and took away the meds– he began getting healthier right away. We still had prescriptions left in the bottles, and I was using some of the first remedies I’d learned about: garlic, cayenne, raw honey, vitamin c and colloidal silver. We could tell he was healing because he got an appetite, and seemed less irritable. But we were a long way from Thriving.
I have to admit that I didn’t do any research on vaccines before deciding to get them. My doubts were merely gut feelings. I also couldn’t figure out why the nurse in my doctor’s office was telling me that I could choose… In not so many words, she was giving me the choice. Nonetheless, a few months off the regular vaccine schedule– my son went in to get his 18 month shots. And when I got home from work, he was sitting on the chair very lethargically. I called the doctor, and was told that this could be a reaction to the shot. I can’t remember if I gave him Tylenol that time. But,that was suggested to me.We used to give it to him before every shot to prevent fever, and it worked. Little did we know that Tylenol blocks glutathione — our bodies’ natural way of detoxing.
Before becoming sick, our angel loved to eat a variety of healthy foods. He loved zucchini, tomatoes, avocados and blueberries. He was only 2 years old when he first got sick, so he was mostly eating whole unprocessed foods. But, he’d had bread without a negative reaction. After getting sick, he only wanted carbs and sugary foods like pizza and French fries. His belly was very distended.
I set out to understand what was making him sick, because even after using my natural remedies, Dougie still had awful digestive and bowel problems. I felt I needed to get him to eat right. But, I was no longer sure what that meant. Most of his time by now was spent staring or crying. He wasn’t very mobile. I tried holding him, but at times he didn’t want me. So, I tried making him as comfortable as I could.
I was sad. I wanted to make sure he was happy, and he sure wasn’t. He often cried for spans of 12 hours at a time. Soon, I learned that there was a certain thing I could do with my hands that REALLY worked. All I had to do was touch him with a certain vibration running through me ( it was something I felt emotionally and physically but could not explain), and he would stop crying and seem very comforted.
The way Dougie was acting when he wasn’t in pain and sadness really resembled autism. I’d cared for and befriended many people with autism in my life before Dougie was born. I’d even had dreams and waking premonitions that I’d have a child with special needs. I’d seen him exactly as he was then in dreams years before he was born. These were dreams I discussed with my husband when I’d had them, but forgotten about until I took a breath and saw what was happening before my eyes.
So, on one hand I had a sick child who I knew was going to heal. I just wasn’t sure how. On the other hand, I had a child who was showing signs of autism. Sometimes these symptoms meant he would line things up, stare, hand flap or be obsessive over certain toys like Thomas the train. Signs that he has an amazing brain. Something I wanted to know more about. Other symptoms were toe walking, spinning and spreading poop on the walls. Some of these things could get dangerous, So, I made attempts to help him do them more safely. I spun with him in public to show him how cool he is. I took him to parks where he banged the monkey bars to hear the sound, and I joined him. I think he knew he was cool. He still does. He doesn’t care one bit about what people think about him and, he is my greatest inspiration.
So, in the spirit of doing what was right for him, I called my aunt who is a special ed teacher. I was first doing what I was trained to do, and then doing my own research, prayers and meditation in the background….trying to cover all bases and give Dougie the best life possible.
I set up evaluations for him so that we could get any kind of special services that he might need. I got lots of help from my aunt who taught me a little about Neuro-Diversity. Yes! That brilliant brain idea of different thinkers–that felt like my child. The idea that some people’s brains are simply wired differently. I knew that was part of our puzzle. I began to notice some signs that came before he got sick. Like how he rolled over early and talked early. He also really vibrated uniqueness. Not in the standard sense of genius..something more and different.
It’s a damn good thing that I had pneumonia for five months when this was happening, because– I too was craving yeasty/sugary foods, and having the worst digestive problems. My gut was so swollen that my mom thought I was hiding a pregnancy. So, I drank the kefir too. This was when BLISS started happening.
Within one week, Dougie had eye contact back. His tummy was going down. He was trying different food. Wow! I hadn’t asked for his eye contact. Yes, I wondered what happened to it. Yes, it was a symptom of autism. I started feeling better and noticing that my illness was going away. What’s more is that a major brain fog was lifting. I’d been having small seizures and passing out. We discovered that Dougie was too. The kefir was helping us think more clearly, and stop having seizures. Suddenly things in our family calmed down. Less crying… Still lots, but way less. More trying healthier foods without tantrums. Every day our strengths and physical health got better.
As Dougie healed physically, those classic autism symptoms came up. We were convinced he had it. And, we continued on with evaluations even though we absolutely hated the idea of having our kid labeled and evaluated by “experts.” I found that many children with autism have these painful gut issues and that Dougie was tantruming because he was in awful pain. The pain I experienced in my body was nothing compared to what he was feeling. I joined a support group of moms who are still the smartest people I have ever met. Together, we were helping our kids heal from food allergies, leaky gut, candida and more though diet.
By this time I discovered the deep connection between autism and gut health. I knew that some people had already lost their autism diagnosis after balancing out the body with dietary therapies. That was intriguing. And Hopeful.
Dougie was spinning, licking everything in sight, staring, lining things up –all classical symptoms of autism. And, we could see these symptoms coming out as he physically healed. He still wasn’t talking and we wondered if he every would. He was our angel and he was getting well, and we were all so happy that we were getting some sleep and even able to go out and have fun together again. It didn’t matter to us if Dougie ever talked. It didn’t matter to us if Dougie always had sensory issues. But, we were determined to give him everything in our power to teach him what we know, and introduce him to people who could teach him more. I’m patient, and I understand him on a vibrational level. Yes, there were times of mass confusion when I didn’t know what he had slipped into his mouth while I was in the bathroom (and most of the time he had to come with me to the bathroom).
If my child was going to grow up to be someone who spread poop on the walls, stared at walls and hand flapped–I would understand. I would do my best to teach him safe and healthy ways to treat his body and others. But, I would love and accept him no matter what he is or does. Incidentally, he stopped spreading poop on the walls after I engaged him in the clean-up process.
There is a beautiful mind, and there is sickness. A beautiful mind can also sometime get sick. Many of the people who I have met over the years with autism have taught me infinitudes about uniqueness, genius and of course, Neuro-Diversity. This is the beautiful mind part. Dougie healed each day, and less illness and more genius was making its way to the surface. His memory is amazing.
Dougie was detoxing out really gross things including parasites in his poop. One day while sitting on the toilet, he said, “my name is Dougie. I am 4 years old.” That was his first statement after getting sick. It had been years since he said anything that wasn’t just repetitive. I cried. He didn’t say much after that for a while. But, I noted that he said it after releasing a lot of frothy, foamy, gross stuff in his poop. Candida. Yuk!
He did get an evaluation and label of autism at age 3. He spent 2 years in speech and occupational therapies that were hard on him. We pulled him from the services because the people treated him like he was sick. Like he would never get better. We didn’t want any experts who knew nothing about us–working with our child.
That is, He was completely changing and becoming happier. He was talking clearly and wanting to socialize. He stopped all self injurious behavior (which flared up during times of detox, and we discovered was his body’s way of handling the inner stress of detoxing poisons).
He learns differently. He doesn’t understand “regular” ways of teaching math and science –which makes things much more fun for us. My husband and I get down on the floor with him and build puzzles. Dance. Drum. Sing kirtan. He “gets” so much on a much deeper level than most adults I know. There are concepts that Dougie understands far beyond the ability of his peers. Yet, there are things that kids his age say and do that he doesn’t vibe with. Each and every person in this world offers unique gifts. As adults, it’s socially easier to be different. We can specialize in one topic if we want, and make a great life out of it. Children are subject to so much judgement, and expected to be the same. Part of unscholling means changing this paradigm.
We really don’t like labels. We use them on this site to help people who want our help. But, we don’t define Dougie as anything but himself. We don’t mind if people say that he never had autism or that he still has it. That’s their prerogative and distraction. We love Dougie and know that his mind is very special. That’s why we helped him heal it.
Everything that happens on an inner level in our bodies and minds, is representative of what’s going on globally. We are all connected to one another and to our planet. I see autism as a symbol of what is going on on the planet. Our planet needs more special care and attention. Honoring our uniqueness and diversity honors our planet too. Things that harm the planet harm us on many levels. Our planet’s cry for help is representative of autism’s cry for help. I believe that the neuro-diverse mind has something very necessary to our survival. And that our planet is begging us to listen to them. My son Dougie can see Reiki when I do it for him. He wants it and loves the way it feels. Since cleaning up my life, I too am extremely psychic. I believe that it is the tapping into this psychic power…. The other side of our brains, that will help save us. Our planet will be fine. She’s just giving us clues about what we need to survive.
There are infinitudes of science to back up these beliefs, but then again you can find science to back up most claims these days. This is our story so far. And, it’s as true as my soul can muster. I had a beautiful child who got sick, and now he is thriving beyond belief. Label makers called it autism. I saw many layers underneath that could be cured. And, as we undid food allergies, metal poison and digestive issues– lo and behold the illness part went away. Some people glorify autism, and I don’t understand why. But, it’s okay with me if they want to use it to define themselves. We don’t. When Dougie’s older, he can decide if he wants to. To me, It’s just a label created by folks to put others in a box so they could understand them better. It cannot describe an individual. We are not proud of autism, as we are not proud democrats, republicans, Christians etc… These are labels that separate us. What we need is to come together and love one another… Or at least love ourselves enough to not have the need to judge others.
When I was a child, I used to hand flap, toe walk and line up soda bottles. I hated jeans for the way they felt on my skin. I was terrified to talk to many people I knew. I could see energy in the air. I knew things about people I didn’t want to know. I remembered being a nun in a past life, but none of it made sense to me when I tried to understand myself based on what my parents and religion taught me. I grew up just slightly different, I wrote a lot. I began writing a novel about a girl with these abilities. Is she Neuro-Diverse? Perhaps.
I got great grades in school without trying, but struggled with headaches, infections of all kinds, and as I got older — fainting spells. I was never really physically healthy until now. Because my son got sick, he inspired me to make the changes I also needed to balance my whole life. I do believe we all can thrive. And, that we get to choose what that means to us.
I believe my son chose me because I’m the perfect match for him on this lifetime’s adventure. I believe that there is so much beauty in being different and choosing different paths. I support you on yours no matter what you choose.