It is springtime 1977. The day is beautiful and bright. Flowers were blooming everywhere as the earth came alive.
And life was within me for I was expecting a baby. As most expectant mothers, I was a bit nervous about this birth. Would it all go well and would the baby be healthy?
As it turns out, this baby would get a diagnosis of autism. The diagnosis would not come until our son turned 13 years old for only one in about every 5500 children had autism at this point, so there was not enough information to make an early diagnosis of autism.
We know now that early diagnosis of autism brings the window of opportunity to reverse the disorder. Yes, reversing autism has occurred many, many times, but early diagnosis of autism is crucial.
What are some signs that autism is present?
When I think back on our sons infant years, I can recall some distinct behaviors that could have signaled autism. For instance, when I would nurse him at night he would be fixated on the dark trim between the ceiling and the wall. My other children would have stared at the light or my face. This child stared at the quarter round.
When I would nurse him, he wanted to nurse from the same breast. It was so difficult to get him to nurse from both breasts that the breast he preferred became larger than the other one. I am thinking that it was the view that he preferred and did not like changed.
When he opened his eyes during the time he should have been able to focus, his eye balls would bounce up and down like a bouncy ball. This could have signaled an inability to control his body. As it turned out, he would need glasses by the time he was two.
As a baby and as a toddler he did not cry much at all. If he was fussy, I could quiet him with a loud noise. And as long as the loud noise continued, he would be content. Loud noises to this day calm him. It appears the Emory is not able to shut down sensory gates, so a loud noise is more calming than many noises that are not loud.
I became pregnant again when Emory was four months old and, for many reasons, the doctor had me stop nursing Emory. That is when we put him on regular milk. With in a couple of months he began having ear infections, over and over again.
Due to the lack of knowledge about food allergies and autism, the doctor did not pick up that there was a food allergy to milk but instead kept prescribing antibiotics. What we did not know then was that the antibiotics made the situation worse and was doing great harm to a young digestive tract.
When I first introduced Emory to solid food, I gave him carrots. Within a few days, he was gobbling them down seeming to really love them. This turned out to be a very good thing.
From that point on, when I introduced him to a new food, I had to first give him a bite of carrots then, give him a bite of carrots with a small amount of the new food, and keep reducing the amount of carrots until he was eating the new food.
One of the blessings of that time was that I had read a lot about vaccines and the damage they could cause, so I did not allow Emory or his sister who is 13 months younger, to be vaccinated as babies.
Before I could get Emory into a preschool for the handicapped, I had to bring his vaccinations up to date. When I look back at the pictures now, you can tell that he got worse after I allowed the vaccines.
Now I know that there are all kinds of ways to boost the immune system without using vaccinations that contain harmful and toxic ingredients. If I had it to do over again, I would not have allowed them. Remember that we did not have the diagnosis of autism at this time.
The autism began to show up around the age of two, but that is not what the diagnosis was at that time. They diagnosed him as being Developmentally Delayed.
What happened at the age of two? He lost all language and I mean all. He had been saying words like “DaDa”, “BaBa” for his bottle, “Bye Bye”, “Momma”, “Sissy”, and”Bubba” for his older brothers. That is all that I can remember, but there may have been more words.
He stopped looking me in the eye. He would jump as if I had shocked him when I touched him. He did not play with the toys he had been playing with. Once I remember walking into the room he was in and he was just standing there with his arm up in the air looking at his hand like a baby in the crib does.
These were the stark signals that was telling us that Emory’s body was in need of help. The signs were missed for lack of information. That is not the case today if one is willing to look.
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