In a path for my wellness for RD, I began putting together a list of all the things I am doing to help him get better:
Gluten Free/Casein Free Diet
Zeolyte Drops
Probiotic
Digestive Enzyme
Brain Child Nutritionals Spectrum Support Pak II Vitamins (which includes: Mixed Carotenoids, Vitamin C, Vitamin D3, Vitamin E, Vitamin B-1, Vitamin B-2, Vitamin B3, Vitamin B-6, Folinic Acid, Biotin, Vitamin B12, Vitamin B-5, Choline, Inositol, Bioflavonoids, TMB, DMAE & N-Acetyl Cyateine.
Brain Child Nutritionals Minerals (which includes: Calcium D-Glucarate, Magnesium, Zinc, Selenium, Manganese, Chromium, Molybdenum, Potassium and Methlysulfonymenthane.)
Cod Liver Oil
Epsom Salt Baths
Athia Toxin Removal Cream.
His reflux has improved, but his tantrums are the same, he eats little and has to be by my side. Maybe because he thinks I have all the answers. The truth is I don’t. I’m frantically researching and trying ultimately not to dissapoint him or myself. I want so badly for him to get better. Maybe it will make me better and yet I am realizing he needs Speech therapy and so does LW…his brother. I think I am destined to have to kids on the spectrum and or a Aspie Son and an ADHD son. A crystal and indigo child by some people’s interpretation. Now to many that sounds like some sort of liberal bullcrap, which I have to say sometimes enters my mind. I’m not a hippy or some misguided person but sometimes I find comfort in things even in they aren’t true. Maybe its my way of getting through things and that isn’t neccessarily that’s bad.
I find that Autism is like a rollercoaster. I’m on this ride that makes me sick sometimes and scares the crap out of me. I enter into dark tunnels with sounds that enter my ears but sights I can’t see. By the time I let my fear subside and try to tackle the problem I’m out of the tunnel and back up a hill headed downwards to another scary turn. I think I see the station and I’m headed that direction when it twists and turns me upside down. Maybe its cheesy but it’s exactly the journey that is Autism. I feel that I lose a bit of myself with each turn and I wonder if the woman I be will ever return. I don’t blame my son, he is a joy, but I am beginning to wonder why. Why so many parents have to go through this hell with their kids, why they struggle, go into financial ruin, have little relationship left to share together, have to ignore their other children to save the one who needs the most help, and yet are left with the thought that things might never get better. I’m a spirtual person but sometimes I wonder why this happened. What God is telling me and how I should go forward. I guess only time will tell….but time is painful and leaves scars that aren’t quick to heal. I’m not sure how much healthy skin I have left to scar. That’s what scares me most.