No Longer Autistic! by Lisa Mize

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PARENT’S PERSPECTIVE
By Lisa Mize
Lisa Mize lives in Chandler, Arizona with her husband Rob, 14-year-old daughter, Brighton, and 9-year-old son, Ricky. Lisa spent 8 years in the Navy as a hospital corpsman specializing in internal medicine and OB/GYN as well as being an EMT. She has been researching biomedical treatment for autism spectrum disorders for the last 4+ years and credits her son’s recovery to applying the Defeat Autism Now! approach. Lisa hopes to now to focus on helping other families with this journey and to spread the word that autism is avoidable, treatable, and reversible.
This is nothing short of miraculous. I have never seen anything like this, and I wouldn’t believe it if I weren’t seeing it with my own eyes.
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he words of the school psychologist rang in my head. I looked around the table at my son’s IEP (Individualized Education Program) team. This was Ricky’s three-year re-evaluation for services. They had just told me, based on their evaluations and observations, my son no longer met the criteria to be diagnosed autistic; therefore, the label could be removed. No longer autistic. The principal shuffled through his papers. I asked if anyone had ever seen or heard of this before. The principal replied that he didn’t even realize it was possible. He thought once a child was diagnosed, there was no reversing it. The other teachers and specialists nodded in agreement. Everyone seemed shocked, but with smiles all agreed with the findings. No longer autistic. These words echoed in my mind as I left the meeting. As I walked down the hall with my son skipping beside me, I choked back tears of joy. This is what we had worked so
hard for. Three years ago, he met ten of the twelve diagnostic criteria for autism, and only six were required to qualify. Now, in the words of this team, he “maybe” met three. How does one go from autistic to not? An equally valid question, how does one go from neurotypical to autistic? Many parents of autistic children say their child was developing normally until 18 months to 2 years old, and then their child began to regress. Mainstream Western medicine tells us autism is a genetic neurological disorder that is lifelong, requiring long-term care for many. If it is a lifelong genetic neurological disorder, how does one suddenly get it? And how is it that growing numbers of families are recovering their children from it? Ricky may have been the first child these specialists had met who had lost his diagnosis, but he is not the first child I knew of to recover from autism. There are
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The principal replied that he didn’t even realize it was possible. He thought once a child was diagnosed, there was no reversing it.
many, and our stories are quite similar. Ricky was born in the evening of March 2, 2000. There was a light snow falling. Labor was short and easy, he was 7 lbs, 11 oz and as healthy as we could have hoped for. My husband Rob cut the cord and spent the night in the room with Ricky and me. The next day, Rob woke up with a strange rash and was sent to the emergency room. He had chicken pox and was sent home. Ricky and I were placed in isolation, and Ricky was given his hepatitis B shot. A few hours later, he stopped nursing, developed a fever, began vomiting and lost 11 oz in two days. By day four he seemed better, though jaundiced, and we were discharged. Ricky’s early development seemed normal for the most part. He was colicky but gained weight and seemed healthy. In April, we moved to Arizona. In June, he was hospitalized for a strange skin rash that turned out to be shingles, a secondary chicken pox infection. Over the next year Ricky had multiple ear infections and eczema that would not go away. While he was slow to walk, he eventually did. Some motor skills were lacking, but “boys develop more slowly than girls” was the explanation I kept getting. He smiled, made eye contact and learned words, so all seemed well enough. His first word was the typical “mom,” but his second word was “peephole” and accompanied a fascination with holes in things. He could sit for hours and look at a hole and was quick to declare “peephole” whenever he found one. We laughed and said, “What a quirky boy.” His ear infections and eczema continued, and he also began to develop allergies. We bounced back and forth between antibiotics and steroids; it seemed he was on them almost continuously. Around 18 months, we had a short break in what seemed like a string of illnesses, and his doctor said it was a great opportunity to catch him up on his
vaccines. I agreed, and that day Ricky was given Hep B, DTaP, HIB, IPV, and MMR. Six shots containing nine viruses, all in one visit. Within five days we were back at the doctor’s office with a fever of 103 degrees, projectile vomiting, inconsolable crying, and a horrible skin rash. Ricky was given steroids for the rash and Tylenol for the fever, and we were sent home. A week later, we were back again, this time with infections in both ears. He was given antibiotics. All the while I thought, “Thank God we got him caught up on his vaccines while he was well.” I didn’t even realize the illnesses that had besieged him were likely caused by his body reacting to an overload of viruses that his poor little body just couldn’t handle. Slowly, he regressed. He became obsessed with the strangest things like vents and sprinklers and had no interest in other children. He amassed an impressive vocabulary of big words, but often used them incorrectly or simply to regurgitate information. He went from big smiles to blank stares and started flapping his hands. Fast forward two years. It is the winter of 2004, and Ricky is nearing his 4th birthday. My sister watched him while I worked, and on this particular day when I went to pick him up she said the strangest thing. She said the last time they had gone to visit family; someone had mentioned they thought Ricky seemed autistic. Someone else in the room had replied that they didn’t think so. Apparently a small debate ensued. I was shocked. I went home and called a friend and said, “You will never believe what my sister just said!” He replied, “That’s funny, a friend of mine asked me the same thing about him.” More shock. Later that day my neighbor was out in her yard. I told her about my conversations that day and she said, “He does have that look.” That look? What does THAT mean? You know, how autistic kids look. The eyes, the vacant stare. I wondered, how did we miss this? I look in the Internet for the symptoms of autism. He met almost all of them. Again, how did we miss this?
1: Ricky with Daddy before biomedical treatment. 2: Ricky, 2 years old. 3: Before biomedical treatment: Ricky with sister. 4: Ricky, 2 years old at a halloween party.
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We took Ricky to a pediatric psychologist who diagnosed him with Asperger’s syndrome and sensory integration disorder. She said she believed he qualified for a diagnosis of autism, but we needed to get a diagnosis through the school system. In addition to the diagnostic criteria, he had many of the other symptoms I read about: unable to potty train; didn’t sleep through the night; extreme sensitivity to sound; prone to bouts of inconsolable rage and crying, called “meltdowns”; didn’t use utensils or draw. One day I received a forwarded email from a client. It was about a family with an autistic son being treated for heavy metal toxicity with amazing results. They believed his childhood vaccines and excessive environmental toxins were to blame for the autism. Ridiculous. How could people even believe this? With anger, I closed the email and decided it was conspiracy theory bull. But I did not delete it. I couldn’t get my mind off the thought… all of these years, all of these illnesses and specialists, ENT, dermatologists, allergists, and I always had a gut feeling there was something bigger going on. Something that connected all these things. Could this be it? I re-read the email. I started researching. I spent hour upon hour, day and night. I ate, slept, and lived research. I read everything I came across. I was shocked at the data. In 1988, one in every 2,500 children had autism. Now it is one in 150. And actually, autism didn’t even exist until the 1930s, just a few years after Thimerosal, a mercurybased preservative, was added to vaccines. The childhood vaccine schedule was increased slowly for decades, but then in 1989 it was more than doubled, from 10 to 24 vaccines. It continued to rise in following years. In 1999, the U.S. Public Health Service and the American Academy of Pediatrics acknowledged that mercury exposures from a multitude of shots exceeded federal health guidelines. The more I read, the more the metal toxicity, antibiotic and steroid overuse, and viral overload made sense. I got angry. I cried. How could I have let this happen? I came to believe my son’s body was so overloaded with these toxins that it was affecting his mind, causing the symptoms called autism.
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1: Ricky’s 3rd birthday. 2: Ricky in the car, 4 years old, pre-chelation. 3: Ricky at 6 years old. 4: Ricky, 6 years old with sister – on the way to recovery! 5: Ricky at 6 years. 6: Ricky, 7 years old at Disneyland – almost there!
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I found an online community of parents who had taken their children to specialists called Defeat Autism Now! doctors who specialized in and were on the cutting edge of finding new treatments to heal the bodies and minds of these children. I told my husband about all of this and of my desire to pursue biomedical treatment for our son. I feared he would think I was nuts. He listened and agreed. Our first appointment with a Defeat Autism Now! doctor was in the summer of 2004. The first thing she did was to put Ricky on probiotics, as research was showing that many autistic kids have horrible internal yeast infections. Probiotics are the opposite of antibiotics. They are the good bacteria that live in our digestive tract that help maintain a balance and keep us healthy, because 70% of our immune system is our digestive tract. Many of these healthy bugs are killed off when we take antibiotics for other infections, thereby leaving us vulnerable to illness and contributing to a syndrome common in autistic kids called leaky gut. Within a week of starting probiotics, Ricky’s horrible and nearly lifelong eczema vanished. He began to sleep through the night. We added multi-vitamins, digestive enzymes, zinc, and vitamin C. His sensitivity to sound diminished. We added other supplements and modified his diet. He potty trained. We put him on a glutenand casein-free diet, as the side effects of these difficult-to-digest proteins can bond with opioid receptors in the brain and cause symptoms of opiate addiction. Now I understood why he liked to eat slice after slice of bread and bowl after bowl of noodles… it made him high. About this time, kindergarten started and the school evaluated Ricky and diagnosed him with autism. We kept adding supplements and kept seeing improvement, and we were eager to get him healthy enough to try chelation therapy, a treatment used to remove heavy metals from the body. We found out about a new study at a local medical center whose purpose was to assess the possible relationship between heavy metal toxicity and autism. They checked his body burden of heavy metals; he had toxic levels of lead and mercury with elevated aluminum. I cried, a mix of anger and guilt for letting this happen
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to my baby… but also hope and joy. Now I knew what was wrong. This we could fix. This was not the life sentence of autism. Ricky received strong antioxidants and an oral chelator for four months during kindergarten. With each round he made huge leaps in cognitive functions, social awareness, and language. He began to interact with his peers. He wanted to play! He participated in class. At one point his teacher, a 30-year elementary school veteran, pulled me aside and said, “I don’t know what you are doing, but whatever it is, don’t stop!” Round after round, he dumped huge amounts of metals. And round by round, we began to see our son again. After the study, we stayed on with one of its doctors and continued chelation. We also tried other treatments, like antivirals after finding his body was burdened with high viral levels. Looking back, I have to say I do believe that autism is an illness that has a genetic component—but genetics are only the start. These kids have a genetic predisposition—a sensitivity—that makes them prone to the effects of environmental toxins. And our environment has become increasingly toxic in recent history, hence the epidemic of autism we have seen over the last two decades. More and more kids are reaching the tipping point and falling over the edge. If you think one in 150 is staggering, how about this statistic: one in 5 kids today suffers from some sort of developmental delay. How much of this can we fix by healing the body and cleaning up the environment we live in? Ricky is not out of the woods yet. He may not have autism, but he still has issues we are working on. Now his label is ADHD, which I hope we can change, too. Here’s the bigger question: how many kids out there can be helped by doing what we did? And how can I spread the word? How do I pay forward that life-changing email on a grand scale? Three days ago, we had Ricky’s 9th birthday party. He blew out the candles, and we all sang “Happy Birthday” as loud as could be while he sat and smiled. At the end of the song, my mom turned to me and said, “I remember when we had to whisper the birthday song or he would cover his ears and cry. You wouldn’t even recognize him now.” My dad said, “I was thinking the same exact thing.” My heart smiled.
1: Disneyland. 2: Ricky, 7 years old. 3: Ricky, 8 years old. 4: Ricky, almost 9 year old – and almost declared “No longer autistic!”
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