The word autism, came into my life 9 years ago and with it went all my hopes. Mickie was born healthy and happy. He looked so peaceful in his bassinet. That must have felt protected there under the blanket aropadido with so much love, she knitted her mother. Oblivious to the danger that lurked and how sick it would be, just a few months later.
If I could go back in time and change it all, but I can not. I took him the doctor as every good mother and I put all vaccines recommended by "The Academy of Pediatrics." Mickie received twenty and two injections in total and I wanted before the first year of life. The most dangerous, the MMR was received the day of his first birthday. Go gift! Had an adverse reaction to measles and could not resist the digestive system and development that years later would become known as autistic enterocolitis. Chronica intestinal inflammation, extremely painful.
Although it seemed to be developing normally, the time seemed to stand in time and stopped talking and we looked into his eyes. He spent hours watching television and would not eat, just drink milk. Stuck head against the wall and did not sleep at night. Was 22 months when I get the formal diagnosis, but nothing could have prepared me for what was coming. After three years, I had lost all speech and only drank milk and nothing solid or even a cookie. He was about to be fed through a tube, but with much effort and forcing him to open his mouth to begin to eat achieved. Their diet consisted of ground meal, but at least he ate.
The diarrhea started from the day he received the measles vaccine and did not end until you remove the milk and cereal when I was 5 years.
Today, Mickie is 11 years and has profound autism. Although special diets and all supplements that I give to my poor Mickie has a long way to go. Keep you informed.
