In continuing to share Pierre Fontaine’s book, One Heart, One Mind with you, here is the introduction. To start from the beginning, please click here.

One Heart,
One Mind

Pierre Fontaine CCH

The Case for Healing Autism

Introduction

The extraordinary violent trauma of Autism Spectrum Disorder

“I want my child back.” This is the most poignant cry for help I hear.
Nothing grabs me more than these five words. This is usually followed by,
“My child was developing perfectly well until he was eighteen months
old…”

I see cases of autism or “regressive autism” very much like a form of torture.
Parents have gone through the unknown trials and tribulations of pregnancy,
delivery and the first year of life.

The first birthday, pictures are snapped, first time at the beach, toes in the
water, the bathing suit stuffed by the diaper. Cute.
The first time on a sleigh, mittens, hat over the ears, all happiness and
laughs.

The first time on a plane enduring the crying and the popping ears.
Embarrassment. The pictures are up on the screen saver. Life is good. This is
what it is supposed to be. Within this time a new relationship forms and
builds itself into our lives. This relationship is an uncommon one because we
tend to develop relationships with people who are like us. We don’t have
anything alike with a three-week-old other than a conscience that the little
one is actually ours and must have our protection and nurturing. We observe
developing character traits, likes and dislikes, and we know the little one is
developing and so are the parents. In many ways it is an adventure. Tarzan
comes to my mind! Without pausing to think, what image is in your mind,
right now?

Then, one of the parents, generally the one with the better sense of
observation, begins to say that little Jimmy has not been the same in the last
three months. He is just not as happy as before. He is harder to please and
seems to want to be by himself. Out of the blue, he is also refusing foods he
used to like. At this point, the other parent says that it is probably only a
phase. What could be wrong? There is no reason for normal to be abnormal.
“You read too much.” “You always worry.” Or worse, “Your worrying is
going to make something bad happen.” Concerns are put aside and the visit
to the pediatrician does not help much because boys are “behind,” or “late.”
What? This is an argument the mothers of my generation (1960) never
heard. Somehow boys became that way in the last generation. Strange, to say
the least, I can’t think of anything more ridiculous than that!

Over the next few months little Jimmy is spending the better part of his time
in “his favorite corner” and he “does not even look at me when I come in the
room.” “I have to call his name a dozen times before he’ll even notice I am
there.” “There is a glassy look in his eyes when I force him to look at me.
It’s as if he does not see me or sees right through me,” or, “it is as if it hurts
him to look at me. ” Even worse, “it is as if when he looks at me he is seeing
an object. It literally feels as if I were a vase or something that is inanimate.”
When he wants something “he takes my hand to point to it.” Or, “he does
not point at things anymore.”

If a kid takes something from him “he does not even react.” On the other
hand, he throws fits over everything and anything. “He bangs his head so
hard he gets bruises,” or, “we can’t refuse him anything.” “We tried many
times to refuse giving him what he wants but he screams for hours.” “He
broke my nose again” (a 3-year-old),” or, “screaming like this can’t be better
than not giving him what he wants.”

He is running back and forth from one room to another “like a maniac all
day long, crashing into the couch for no reason except that he seems to be in
pain.” “I wonder if that has anything to do with his constipation.” “It must
have something to do with his diarrhea. He used to go 30 times a day and
now we are down to fifteen times a day and no medication has ever helped.”
“He was beginning to be potty trained but now he does not want to go. Even
worse, “he takes his diaper off when he needs to go so we have to follow
him at all times or he’ll poop behind the couch, start to eat it or smear it on
the walls.”

One major joy of parenting is to feed the kids, to nurture as it is termed. It is
the animal instinct in us but little Jimmy does not want to eat anything
anymore. Jimmy eats “only chips” or, worse, “only ketchup.” Or he eats
“nothing at all.” “If we didn’t force him, he would just die and not even
know it. It is as if the survival instinct is not even there.” On the other hand,
“he could eat bread and drink milk all day long.”

“He does not want to go anywhere. He can only be in the house, one of us
always has to be here.” He “hates being in the car” or “we go on long drives,
this is the only thing that makes him better.” “We get on the highway as
quickly as possibly and check the GPS for traffic jams because he starts to
cry as soon as we stop. Even if we have been in the car for several hours he
cries as soon as we stop.”

The babbling of “ma” or “da” has completely disappeared. Speech had
developed into simple sentences but “those have disappeared, too.” “He does
not say anything. We have to prompt him to say ‘m…a’.” The facial muscles
are affected. “He seems to not be able to move his tongue,” or, “he drools
constantly, we have to change his shirt four or five times a day. His face
seems numb like when you go to the dentist.”

Sleep is commonly as disordered as everything else. Generally, “he is wide
awake at 3AM and stays up,” or, “He sleeps four hours maximum.” He
roams around the house “laughing hysterically at 2AM and we have no idea
why.” “He does not take a nap and no one has any idea how he can survive
on three hours of sleep.” Another mom told me her daughter had never slept
longer than thirty minutes without waking up for years!

Within a few months the first gorgeous year, though not without challenges,
becomes overshadowed by this growing dysfunction. Both parents are
coming in synch now, but even at this point of closing in on two years old (it
used to be closer to three years old) it’s not unusual for one parent to still be
in denial. The pediatrician who held judgment for a few months is now
recommending a neurologist and it is only a matter of a few visits for the
diagnosis to come; Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD). The Diagnostic and
Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM-5) has done away with
Asperger’s syndrome and PDD-NOS and settled on ASD for the whole
spectrum without sub-classification. There were many cases where it was
apparent that “autism” should be the diagnosis but doctors would say PDDNOS
to avoid saying the “A” word. This is not the case anymore.
The preceding quotes are all from parents of once vibrant, loving children
suffering drastic developmental regression in speech and in social skills with
increasingly reduced or absent spontaneous interaction and connection to the
world around them. These are the known aspects of autism but what is not so
well known is that most of these children behave the way they do because
they are actually in severe pain. In my practice, I was speaking about the
physical pain of these children over fifteen years ago. To me, it was simply
not logical that a child would behave that way for no reason at all. Yet at the
time it was considered only a behavioral matter “treated” with therapy to
overpower the child including wrapping children in cold towels to subjugate
them as was still seen in Europe a handful of years ago. Even today, the
general population that is not involved with this ailment is not aware of the
physical pain autism inflicts. Flapping, or what the community calls
“stimming” (for stimulation) is often a common outward symptom to
compensate for physical pain.

When it is not a total absence of physical survival consciousness, the
unwillingness to not eat is often a symptom of pain, as seen through many
cases. Imagine not wanting to eat day after day after day because you are in
pain. Imagine not looking at your parents because it actually hurts. Sitting
still hurts, concentrating to watch a cartoon hurts, and the opposite is true,
too. Watching the same few seconds of a movie hundreds of times
consecutively actually relieves pain.

When I started to look at it this way, it all began to make sense to me.
Though I did not know at the time, it was the beginning of the story of “One
Heart, One Mind” in earnest.

Parents believe that ‘something’ must have caused their children to change
the course of their lives so radically. Vaccinations are often blamed. Though
no research findings seem to officially confirm this, it certainly did not help
when one of the point men of two large population studies published on the
subject, Doctor Poul Thorsen, vanished with several million dollars worth of
research money. He was found several years’ later living peacefully in
Denmark. While it is obvious that not all children who are vaccinated have
problems, how can the research be so far in its conclusion from parents’
experience? Clearly there is a problem. Others blame Acetaminophen given
liberally particularly to reduce the side effects of vaccines. The research by
Doctor William Shaw, Ph. D. that it alters sulfur pathways is currently
gaining a lot of exposure. The list of culprits gets longer every week; Lyme,
Streptococcus infections and even Baby Einstein are among the most
popular ones. We can only hope that biochemists and physiologists put their
finger on “it,” if there is one in the shortest order. I am not holding my
breath. The possibilities are far too varied. I can’t see an “it” on the horizon.
While we must keep on searching for a possible biological source, to me
homeopathy provides not only healing but also a perspective useful to
achieve greater health.

Because ASD is so devastating in all of its manifestations, the official hope
is to palliate some of the child’s limitations with Applied Behavior Analysis
(ABA). Parents are told that ASD is incurable and that there is zero chance
of a return to normal development, but now the cat is out of the bag. People
blog, groups talk on social media, research is more easily available,
anecdotes are followed and when parents hear someone talk about recovery
then everybody rushes in. It is understandable.

Parents come to me in the hope that their child can get better, a ‘return’ to
the normal state of health in mind and body. This book introduces concepts
and possibilities, supported with cases and examples which show that autism
can at the very least be greatly helped and at times reversed.