Re: Our son's progress - wonderful!!

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Deborah,

Your post brought tears to my eyes. What a blessing you are

receiving! Congratulations.

> I feel the need to report at this time my son's progress using ALA.

>

> Some background: received his MMR vaccine at around 18

> months of age. Five days later he was screaming uncontrollably and

> had the classic measles rash all over his body. He was refusing to

> move his arms, hands, neck or legs. He would not reach for his

sippy

> cup when I held it out to him. If I put it to his lips he would

suck

> like crazy - he was thirsty, but it hurt him so badly to move that

he

> would not reach out for his cup. I contacted his pediatrician and

> the office nurse immediately tried to blow the situation off " This

> has nothing to do with his vaccination... " I took him to the local

> health department because I wanted to pick up the papers that say

> " call your doctor if... " because I knew that he was experiencing

five

> of the eight things that I had been warned to watch for and I was

> hoping that having some offical " proof " might help me advocate for

my

> son at the pediatrician's office.

>

> I walked into the health department with my son wearing only a

diaper

> as it was warm outside. This meant that the rash on his body was

> fully exposed. As I stepped up to the counter, a nurse behind the

> counter looked over and suddenly yelled, " Oh my God, that child is

> having a reaction to his MMR vaccine! "

>

> With this nurse's validation in hand, I went searching for a new

> pediatrician. The new pediatrician educated me on the dangers of

> ever having my son receive this vaccination again, but also warned

me

> that our state would force him to receive it before admission to

> school at age five. She said that his reaction was not considered

> " serious enough " to warrant an exemption. Although she disagreed

> with the state's standards, she warned me to expect a fight when I

> enrolled him in school. Luckily, I had already begun homeschooling

> my older children, so this was a battle we never had to fight.

>

> After he recovered from the obvious part of the vaccine reaction,

> life went on, but something was wrong with my son that I couldn't

> quite put my finger on. He was extremely bright, with a gigantic

> vocabulary. At age three he told his friend that Barney was

fiction,

> and when the friend's mother said, " Wow! I don't think my three-

year-

> old even knows the word fiction " , said to the mother,

> " Fiction means pretend " .

>

> We began to have serious troubles with his reactions to other

> people. He would seriously injure someone, with a blank look on

his

> face - he was not angry at them, nor did he feel guilty that he had

> hurt anyone. It was as though he didn't even know that he had hurt

> someone. Soon his church teachers were calling me to ask for

advice,

> and I didn't know what to tell them. He stayed in his church

> classes maybe two or three minutes before he was off - racing

through

> the halls, around and around and around. The energy was endless.

He

> stripped his clothes off in public. He shouted out inappropriate

> things at inappropriate times. For example, when the bishop came

to

> talk to the children's group about baptism, the bishop asked, " Why

is

> it important for us to be baptized? " yelled out at the

top

> of his lungs " PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY! "

>

> Sound bothered him tremendously. The organ, the piano,

> congregational singing, or even being in a large crowd of children

> would have him on the floor writhing with his hands over his ears.

> When he would sing along to the songs, he didn't sing the

appropriate

> words. He was obsessed with potty words. So while all the other

> children were sweetly singing " I am a child of God " , he was singing

> (to the same tune) " pee, pee, pee, poop, poop, poop " .

>

> Many people just thought that he was AD/HD and we should just put

him

> on Ritalin. But there were things that just didn't fit with this

> diagnosis. One was the silly grin he got on his face whenever he

did

> one of these " behaviors " . I have other children, and I know how

they

> look when they are caught doing something wrong: guilty,

indignant,

> smug... but not blank eyes and an insane grin...

>

> People visiting our home was a nightmare. I would spend the entire

> time holding my son in his bedroom so that others in the family

could

> enjoy the social experience. As soon as my son noticed someone at

> the door, he would race screeching around the room, so loudly that

it

> was impossible to carry on a conversation with the guest. Then

began

> the random hitting and pushing of guests or siblings until I

carried

> him kicking from the room. The strangest thing about these

incidents

> was that when I separated him, he would begin to cry that he wanted

> to play with the friends that were there, he didn't want to miss

the

> time with them. He wanted to interact, but didn't know how. When

he

> wanted to play a game with someone, he would " ask " by knocking

their

> game board over and then smiling insanely at them. And he never

> understood why they got angry at him for that. He would cry and

cry

> and cry. This summer his uncles built some incredible sand castles

> at the lake: they were built like the Pueblo Indians' adobe homes.

> thought they looked so cool and fun! He wanted to build

> with them too - so he stomped on their castles and grinned at

them.

> He didn't understand why he was carried off to Time-Out. (By this

> time he was almost six years old and should have been old enough to

> understand.)

>

> Interactions with this child were so hard that one set of his

> grandparents no longer allowed him in their home. The other set of

> grandparents had spanked him at church without our permission.

>

> was rigid and inflexible. He could not handle change.

One

> day he had to be carried home from church two hours early because

his

> class was asked to sit in a different row than usual.

>

> I had to distract him when I heard the trash truck coming down the

> street. One week he had watched the garbage men load our trash

into

> the truck and it had led to over an hour of kicking and screaming,

> " That was OUR trash. BRING IT BAAAAAAACK! "

>

> He did not let us touch or hold him. We are a family that carries

> our babies in slings and extended-breastfeeds and gives infant

> massages, and since his vaccine reaction he would not snuggle or

> allow us to hug or touch him.

>

> One particular incident in his violent behavior occurred right

before

> we started using the ALA. His baby brother was playing in the dirt

> at the base of a tree. went over to the toddler, grabbed

> the back of his head, and banged his forehead three times into the

> tree trunk. When I grabbed and turned him to face me, he

> had that insane grin on his face, and I could tell that nothing I

was

> saying, ( " NOOO! We don't do that!! That hurts!!!! Do you see him

> crying?) was registering in his brain. I learned to cope by always

> keeping away from other children - his own siblings and

any

> neighborhood or other friends that might come to our home to play.

> Keeping away from other children was a full-time job -

> remember, he WANTED to play with him, he had a genuine need to

> interact, but he didn't know how to do so appropriately.

>

> This summer I was introduced to ALA by a friend who is using it

with

> her autistic daughter. She showed me Dr. Amy's article on " Autism,

a

> unique kind of mercury poisoning " . The article clicked. Saying

that

> my son had Asperger's Syndrome fit like nothing else ever had. I

> felt like the ALA was safe, and like I could handle dosage

> adjustments on my own. There would be no need to hunt and search

for

> a supportive doctor. I decided to give it six weeks and see if it

> would make a difference. This is how we did it: 1/4 mg per pound

of

> body weight (this meant opening the capsule and dividing it into

> fourths, since he was 50 lbs and the capsule was 50 mg) mixed with

a

> spoonful of applesauce, every three hours around the clock for

three

> days, then off for four days.

>

> During the second week two things occurred that were testimony to

me

> that the ALA was working. The first situation was when the baby

> brother took away a train that was playing with. I lunged

> to protect the baby, knowing that was going to clobber

him.

> Instead I heard saying, " Oh, so you want to play with the

> train too? Here, let me show you how to do it... " He lined the

> train up on the bed and got another train for himself (allowing the

> baby to have the train he had originally had) and the two of them

> made their trains choo-choo along the bed's edge. I watched the

> scene with a quiet sense of awe: I had never seen play

WITH

> another child before. I had seen him playing ALONGSIDE other

> children, but never before had I seen him able to empathize with

> another child's needs, and then line himself up to interact with

that

> other child's play.

>

> During that same week another incident occurred. My husband was

away

> for the evening, and I carried out our normal bedtime routine of

> having the children gather to read from the scriptures and have a

> famiy prayer. After the prayer, I remained kneeling on the floor

in

> the quiet, just regrouping for a moment after a busy day. The

> children were going off to their bedrooms and the living room was

> quiet for a minute. Suddenly I was aware that someone was still

> behind me. I was wrapped in an embrace from behind, someone who

> clung to me so sweetly for a moment, and then kissed me. I turned

> around expecting to see any of my five children except the one that

I

> did see - it was . It took me a moment to recover - I

think

> I actually froze for a minute because suddenly I realized that he

was

> standing in a strange position. His head was down and he had his

> finger on his forehead. I thought for a minute, and suddenly I

> understood! I exclaimed, " You want ME to kiss YOU? " He nodded

> shyly. I asked, " Right here, on your forehead where your finger

> is? " He nodded again shyly and I kissed him softly on his

forehead.

> Then without a word, he trotted happily off to bed. He had not let

> me hug or kiss him for four and a half long years, and now he was

> asking me for affection.

>

> We have done a total of eight cycles of ALA. At one point we

noticed

> that he was better behaved during the " ON " than the " OFF " so we

> started doing six days on, eight days off, which meant less

adjusting

> for him from on to off. This worked well for him. During his

> seventh cycle, he became very agressive, and so we halved his dose

so

> that he was now getting 1/8 mg per lb of his weight, and his

behavior

> calmed again. It is obvious that stuff is being cleaned out of his

> brain because with every cycle, he experiences new growth.

>

> Let me tell you the differences we have seen after only eight

cycles.

>

> His new teacher at church just said to me, " I don't know what all

the

> warnings about were before I took this class. He is easy. "

>

> The woman that works in the presidency of the children's church

> organization called me this week. She said, " I can't believe the

> change in your son. When I first started working with him (a year

> and a half ago), the goal was to keep his clothes on him. Now he

> sits with his arms folded and listens and half the Sundays when I

go

> home, I have to ask myself whether he was at church or not. He is

so

> reverent that you could miss him if you aren't looking for him. "

>

> My parents (the grandparents who didn't allow him in their home)

let

> us stay at their house for two days over Christmas because my

brother

> was getting married closeby. Afterwards my mother said, " We can't

> believe how well did! What a change that was from this

> summer. " There had not been a single incident while we were in

their

> home. (They had seen him in August, right before we started the

> ALA. This was the family reunion where he destroyed the sand

castles

> and knocked over the game.)

>

> The other grandparents (who live just five minutes away) pulled my

> husband aside privately to tell him that they didn't know what we

> were doing for , but it was really working.

>

> My son's particular genuis/obsession is in the area of " how things

> work " , from electronics to the human body to appliances. As a

> special treat, we have allowed him to have an electric train in his

> bedroom. He and his brother have built a double decker winding

track

> that has to be propped on blocks as it winds its way around their

> bedroom and through the tunnels they have built from Legos, etc.

At

> my other son's birthday party, one of the guests went into the

boys'

> bedroom and destroyed the track. He threw the trains around the

room

> and bent and broke the track pieces. When we discovered it,

> was understandably distraught. He had his hands over his ears like

> he does when he is about to lose it, and I thought to myself, " This

> is it. I am going to be holding this child in this bedroom for the

> remainder of the party. I am going to miss seeing my other son

blow

> out his birthday candles... " I said to , " What did

was

> very wrong. He should not have done that to your train. Poppa

knows

> how to fix your train, but right now he is doing the games for

> 's party. He can't fix it right now, but he can fix it after

> the party. " Imagine my jaw dropping as my son wiped his eyes and

ran

> to join the line of children who were playing the next game.

>

> At Christmastime, my husband and I left the children with their

> grandma while we went to an office party. She took the children to

a

> fast food restaurant and then to a church Christmas party. At the

> party, there was a buffet dinner, and suddenly was on the

> floor crying. Grandma asked him what was wrong, and he said, " The

> line is too long. All the food will be gone before I get there. "

> (Being able to vocalize what is wrong is a new skill for him.

Before

> the ALA he just screamed like an animal in distress when you asked

> him what was wrong. We would just end up having to load him in the

> car and take him home because he was so out of control.) Grandma

> took him in the hall and said, " You already ate at the fast food

> place, and there is a lot of food in there. There will still be

food

> when we get up to the serving tables. " He still looked sad, and

> Grandma said, " I can take you home if you would like me to. What

do

> you want to do? " said, " I think I just need to decide to

go

> in there and have a good time. " And he dried his tears and trotted

> off and there was not another problem that evening.

>

> We are not done with ALA. There are still symptoms of mercury

> toxicity, but in just four months we have gone from almost

unbearable

> and intolerable to very workable. I am willing to have anyone

> contact me who wants more information or details.

>

> Deborah Warner

> ville, FL

[Guest guest]

tears rolling down my cheeks!

Tali

--- <HMH95@...> wrote:

> Deborah,

>

> Your post brought tears to my eyes. What a blessing

> you are

> receiving! Congratulations.

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

> > I feel the need to report at this time my son's

> progress using ALA.

> >

> > Some background: received his MMR vaccine

> at around 18

> > months of age. Five days later he was screaming

> uncontrollably and

> > had the classic measles rash all over his body.

> He was refusing to

> > move his arms, hands, neck or legs. He would not

> reach for his

> sippy

> > cup when I held it out to him. If I put it to his

> lips he would

> suck

> > like crazy - he was thirsty, but it hurt him so

> badly to move that

> he

> > would not reach out for his cup. I contacted his

> pediatrician and

> > the office nurse immediately tried to blow the

> situation off " This

> > has nothing to do with his vaccination... " I took

> him to the local

> > health department because I wanted to pick up the

> papers that say

> > " call your doctor if... " because I knew that he

> was experiencing

> five

> > of the eight things that I had been warned to

> watch for and I was

> > hoping that having some offical " proof " might help

> me advocate for

> my

> > son at the pediatrician's office.

> >

> > I walked into the health department with my son

> wearing only a

> diaper

> > as it was warm outside. This meant that the rash

> on his body was

> > fully exposed. As I stepped up to the counter, a

> nurse behind the

> > counter looked over and suddenly yelled, " Oh my

> God, that child is

> > having a reaction to his MMR vaccine! "

> >

> > With this nurse's validation in hand, I went

> searching for a new

> > pediatrician. The new pediatrician educated me on

> the dangers of

> > ever having my son receive this vaccination again,

> but also warned

> me

> > that our state would force him to receive it

> before admission to

> > school at age five. She said that his reaction

> was not considered

> > " serious enough " to warrant an exemption.

> Although she disagreed

> > with the state's standards, she warned me to

> expect a fight when I

> > enrolled him in school. Luckily, I had already

> begun homeschooling

> > my older children, so this was a battle we never

> had to fight.

> >

> > After he recovered from the obvious part of the

> vaccine reaction,

> > life went on, but something was wrong with my son

> that I couldn't

> > quite put my finger on. He was extremely bright,

> with a gigantic

> > vocabulary. At age three he told his friend that

> Barney was

> fiction,

> > and when the friend's mother said, " Wow! I don't

> think my three-

> year-

> > old even knows the word fiction " , said to

> the mother,

> > " Fiction means pretend " .

> >

> > We began to have serious troubles with his

> reactions to other

> > people. He would seriously injure someone, with a

> blank look on

> his

> > face - he was not angry at them, nor did he feel

> guilty that he had

> > hurt anyone. It was as though he didn't even know

> that he had hurt

> > someone. Soon his church teachers were calling me

> to ask for

> advice,

> > and I didn't know what to tell them. He stayed

> in his church

> > classes maybe two or three minutes before he was

> off - racing

> through

> > the halls, around and around and around. The

> energy was endless.

> He

> > stripped his clothes off in public. He shouted

> out inappropriate

> > things at inappropriate times. For example, when

> the bishop came

> to

> > talk to the children's group about baptism, the

> bishop asked, " Why

> is

> > it important for us to be baptized? "

> yelled out at the

> top

> > of his lungs " PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY! "

> >

> > Sound bothered him tremendously. The organ, the

> piano,

> > congregational singing, or even being in a large

> crowd of children

> > would have him on the floor writhing with his

> hands over his ears.

> > When he would sing along to the songs, he didn't

> sing the

> appropriate

> > words. He was obsessed with potty words. So

> while all the other

> > children were sweetly singing " I am a child of

> God " , he was singing

> > (to the same tune) " pee, pee, pee, poop, poop,

> poop " .

> >

> > Many people just thought that he was AD/HD and we

> should just put

> him

> > on Ritalin. But there were things that just

> didn't fit with this

> > diagnosis. One was the silly grin he got on his

> face whenever he

> did

> > one of these " behaviors " . I have other children,

> and I know how

> they

> > look when they are caught doing something wrong:

> guilty,

> indignant,

> > smug... but not blank eyes and an insane grin...

> >

> > People visiting our home was a nightmare. I would

> spend the entire

> > time holding my son in his bedroom so that others

> in the family

> could

> > enjoy the social experience. As soon as my son

> noticed someone at

> > the door, he would race screeching around the

> room, so loudly that

> it

> > was impossible to carry on a conversation with the

> guest. Then

> began

> > the random hitting and pushing of guests or

> siblings until I

> carried

> > him kicking from the room. The strangest thing

> about these

> incidents

> > was that when I separated him, he would begin to

> cry that he wanted

> > to play with the friends that were there, he

> didn't want to miss

> the

> > time with them. He wanted to interact, but didn't

> know how. When

> he

> > wanted to play a game with someone, he would " ask "

> by knocking

> their

> > game board over and then smiling insanely at them.

> And he never

> > understood why they got angry at him for that. He

> would cry and

> cry

> > and cry. This summer his uncles built some

> incredible sand castles

> > at the lake: they were built like the Pueblo

> Indians' adobe homes.

> > thought they looked so cool and fun! He

> wanted

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