autism undone

By, Gina Laverde

The system says he’s autistic because that’s how they define environmental toxin overload: It’s not their fault — we must change the system!

To me, autism represents the overload of various toxins in an underdeveloped immune system.

This toxic burden eventually disrupts organ function and manifests itself as outward neurological, developmental, social and sensory disharmony. When the world labels an individual’s condition “autism” –the levels of toxicity and depths to which the body expresses this must be severe. This means that most of us are toxic to some degree. However, with autism, we are often dealing with immune systems that have been assaulted since pre-birth, rendering them virtually unable to naturally release these toxins like the body was designed to do.

Scientifically, toxins can build up through genetic predisposition; diet; bacterial, fungal, parasitic, viral and yeast infections; heavy metal poisoning; pollution; and are often passed down from mother to child during pregnancy and birth. Spiritually, toxins can also build up through stress and negative energy. An immune system on toxic overload can suffer malnutrition (regardless of how much food is consumed), neurologic malfunction, all kinds of allergies and autoimmune problems, sensory issues, and every other familiar trait that is regularly attributed to autism.

Most sources will classify autism as a developmental disorder, where speech, socialization and perception are delayed or seriously impaired. I reject definitions that only speak to the outward symptoms of this condition. Such sources will also neglect to offer advice for curing the autism problem.

Foundations are built on the principle of raising money to support families affected by autism – money that will help them pay for medicine and intervention. Medicine and support to help them cope with the painful symptoms, strange behaviors, and society’s ignorant remarks about their children. But nothing that gets to the core and urges them to change significant things about their lives. Families need to be aware that coping can only go on for so long. Families deserve the hope that their affected children will not have autism forever!

A Spectrum of Poison

The level of toxic build-up is as unique as the individual – resulting in a spectrum disorder. What we know for certain is that inner imbalance equals outer chaos.

When we see an individual acting out autistic symptoms like hand flapping, head banging, spinning or tantruming, – it is often a sign that the body is struggling to ease the pain of these toxins. The body wants to heal itself; and will continue to do so, in some cases causing disease and disorder as a last resort.

That is why, to me, autism also represents a final call for help – and a sign that positive change is on the way!

A person affected by autism often has great sensitivity to the unnatural (foods that have been chemically sprayed or genetically modified and overly processed, air and water pollution, traditional western medications and vaccinations, electromagnetic fields from cell phones, wifi, etc.).

I have personally witnessed remarkable transition when these unnatural things have been replaced by healthier lifestyle choices.

More children are diagnosed with autism as we continue to vaccinate them and add poisons to our planet. We have lost confidence in our own bodies’ abilities to heal ourselves and have let BIG PHARMA take control of how we medicate and prevent disease.

This is why autism was given to us. We have forgotten how to listen to our bodies, and we have traded infectious disease for chronic and autoimmune DISSARAY.

Nature Gives us The Tools to Heal: Each Person’s Needs are Unique

The best scientists support a path toward natural healing and have reported on the dangers of such toxic build-up. However, it has taken epidemic rates of autism diagnosis, (as well as other forms of toxic manifestations like allergies, ADD, and alzheimer’s ) for some of us to recognize that the way we’ve chosen to live for the last century has drastically depleted our collective health.

Conveniences like microwave ovens, and alleged safety regulations that have been placed on our food supply — like the homogenization of dairy and the irradiation of fruits and vegetables are alone causing mass malnutrition. If our food is no longer food, how can we fuel our minds?

As a disorder, autism unravels when we embrace the healing power nature provides us. This includes diet change, emotional and spiritual practices, touch and sensory therapies, and methods that evoke positive energy.

I welcome autism because it will not be cured with a pill. It will not be cured by a teacher or a doctor. In fact it requires a complete paradigm shift from the modern frame of mind.

The Gift of Autism

In order to relieve the pain that autism brings we must also honor its gift. Allowing these truly brilliant children to break through autism, means that we are giving a new hope to the world. Hope that we can finally truly learn how to heal ourselves from whatever ails us. And, as these beautiful minds become clear, these children will be the teachers that lead us into a healthier more conscious future.

Autism may just be a necessary step toward the collective detoxification of our species.

Your Gut. Your Immunity. A Key to Unraveling Autism

A child is born with a permeable gut which allows him to properly assimilate the good bacteria from his mother and benefit from the colostrum in her milk. Body Ecology refers to this as nature’s first vaccine.

This intestinal bacteria and nutrition from Mom sets the stage for the person’s immunity throughout life. This teaches the child’s body to properly respond to illness, by pushing illness out. (TH1 immune response) But, when we consider drugs used during birth, C- sections, immunizations right after birth and the stress endured in the modern labor room – we are not setting the stage for a healthy life with most of our children.

Mercury is Not the Only Problem with Vaccines

Vaccines, besides being loaded with viruses and metals, teach the body the wrong immune response (TH2 response). This forces the body to internalize illness. Thus creating autoimmune problems.

The vaccinated newborn’s gut is not allowed to develop. If the child is then put on powdered milk and soy formulas they begin to form their first digestive problems. Parents may notice this as colic, restlessness and tantrums –or there may be no signs at all.

Since our immune systems are primarily governed by our digestive tracts (colon, liver, kidneys), we find that many people on the autism spectrum begin to reject foods that cannot be easily digested and assimilated.

These foods will vary because we must consider severity and of course, the individual’s uniqueness. Gluten, casein and sugar top the list of frequently rejected foods – all of which are unsurprisingly often overly-processed, over-eaten by the general population and farmed unnaturally. If the person’s system cannot digest these which most of us consider to be food — imagine what happens when you add chemicals, fillers and whatever makes Twinkies last 50 years!

S.A.D Refers to the Standard American Diet.

And, it is sad that so many of us are filling our bodies with “foods” that have no nutritional value.

The autistic digestive tract cannot take the overload. They don’t just get stomach aches, fatigue and pimples. They lose awareness of their surroundings, they suffer horrible frustration and physical pain. They lose their words and abilities to speak their minds. They may feel the need to bang their heads or rub their faces on the wall because their skin feels numb, and they yearn for some sensation. Many children also suffer seizures.

Toxic Behavior

We have discovered behavior patterns that are directly related to specific toxins; such as incessant spinning as a result of ammonia (from protein) overload. We have heard that some children walk on their toes because it relieves the pain of a heavy gut.

We know that often overload of toxins causes mal-absorption of necessary nutrition. And, this results in malnutrition. Any good scientist will tell you that malnutrition and indigestion are the basis of most diseases. When one organ is not getting what it needs to function, all organ function begins to dwindle.

When toxins thrive the true individual cannot thrive.

Moving Beyond the Label

When I hear that there is no definite cause or cure for autism – I hear fear and laziness. I envision a collective ego that thrives on illness and disorder. I envision a system that does not want these children to break free because it would jeopardize their jobs, their beliefs, their reputations and of course THEIR MONEY.

If families identify with autism, they will be offered sympathy, statistics and half-hearted research that will inspire them to hang in there. This frame of thinking allows disease to prosper. Modern medicine profits on illness. By subscribing to the “there is no cure” bandwagon — we are keeping the negativity alive.

We are made to believe that milk does a body good and immunizations protect us. I continuously read about the dispute over vaccinations and how we are still really unsure. I am not unsure. Injecting poison into a baby is a bad thing. A bad thing! And if that poison doesn’t manifest itself as autism, it is likely to trigger allergies and chronic illness.

How long do we really want to keep playing Russian Roulette with vaccinations, processed foods, and artificially flavored lifestyles? One out of six children born today will be affected by this in childhood. And what happens when they grow up? Where do you think cancer comes from? How about Alzheimer’s?

Well, my family doesn’t want sympathy from those who refuse to research beyond the obvious. We are blessed beyond belief to even be in the same world as these children. We just want you to stay out of our healing journey, unless you are going to acknowledge that we are here. We want you to stop lying to our friends who are just discovering that their baby has a disorder which you call autism.

Parents must not be made to believe that there is some mystery behind why their beautiful little one regressed from bubbly to dazed in a matter of months! They deserve to know that their children will function properly in society! We must no longer portray children who are drastically affected by the many poisons that we have created, as some kind of idiot savants with weird behaviors!

If their little bodies were only allowed to thrive in a non toxic world, we would see more of the genius and less behavior. And, that’s why they are going to break through. Because at the core they are smarter than this system. They have the key to the continuation of humanity.

We know that there have been great scientific advancements to a cure. And quite frankly, I am grateful for all that science has done to lead me to my answers. But, there is too much miscommunication about what to do with those answers. The CDC suggests that parents discuss vaccinations amongst each other and with their pediatricians. Well, when they advertise for immunizations on the radio, what’s a parent supposed to believe?

We have plenty of great schools and programs that help. Thank you. We have tried them and we love our wonderful teachers. But, nobody has taught the teachers that there are reasons behind this.

If teachers were aware of the gut/brain connection and how environmental toxins trigger autism, these teachers would be much better equipped.

American parents should be able to rely on their government for the most up-to-date information on illnesses like this. But, our CDC’s list of recommended physicians isn’t very well rounded. DAN Doctors are changing things! Real medical doctors who advocate proper nutrition and detoxification as a means of actually RECOVERING autism are making huge strides!

We are not merely interested in helping these kids, we are interested in completely recovering them. I know that it’s a system, and I place no blame on individuals within the system who have just been doing their jobs with good intentions.

But, if those individuals are not planning to step up for the better of my baby – then I ask them to simply step down. We are here creating positive changes, and our words deserve to be heard. We deserve to be able to reveal the truth.

Their Autism Does Not Exist.

I will not prepare my son for a lifetime of not being “right” inside himself. My son is thriving and will continue to emerge from the mask created by the toxins in his body. His recovery has everything to do with eating food that provides real nutrition and heals the gut from early assaults. He is healing because his parents will not allow his little body to be attacked by vaccines any longer. And, we are not afraid of the so-called consequences.

We know that we are building his immune system to a point where he can prevent disease on his own. Geez, if everyone knew this then we wouldn’t need many vaccines would we? Because after all, it is quite likely that disease will spread if everyone just stops vaccinating, right? That is unless they all begin eating real food, and looking into their own unique nutritional and spiritual needs for balance. If we did that, we wouldn’t need so much medicine. Because disease would be something we read about in history books.

Okay, so I understand the system’s need to keep us sick. But, I’m not buying those little pills any more!

We are moving toward a greater awareness of the consequences of our past actions. We have been given a chance to change things, and I am confident that our children will experience a healthier world!

Main Resources:

My Buddy, Dougie

The Wonderful Moms of BEDROK

photo credits:

trulip

© Gina Laverde 2007 (don’tyoueventhinkit)

Vaccine Nation: A must-See Preview!

Hey Parents,

Please take some time to view these videos with an open mind. I am someone whose child did receive vaccines and an autism diagnosis. My son’s test results reveal heavy metal poisoning. And, as we release that poison through detoxification, his autism symptoms disappear.

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True Colors

RAISING THE HEALTHIEST CHILDREN: Workshop

Registration Form

I am so excited to announce the birth of my first formal group workshop. I have decided to healthify the old girl’s day gatherings like Tupperware and make-up parties with this AWESOME event.

If you are a mom or want to become one, I hope you will join us for a picnic style class about healing yourself so that your children can flourish. We will cover all things Body Ecology while delving into the raw foods movement.

There’s a lot to learn, so we will cool the intensity with some nourishing probiotic pina coladas, raffle doing, and games chicks dig.

Autism, although at epidemic rates, is still at the extreme level of the toxic build-up problem. So many other children suffer allergies, food intolerances, asthma, chronic infections and unnecessary illness. Most of our kids have build-up and deficiencies that can be undone. I cannot sit back and watch another family experience what mine has. If I can recover my son from autism, WE, as a community can collectively heal all of our babies.

Keys to Raising the Healthiest Children

Mom’s health affects the overall health of the family. Learn how to prepare your body for pregnancy, birth and beyond by building your immunity and strengthening your natural healing instincts.

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Learn more about:

  • How the Body Ecology Principals can be Adapted to Your Unique Needs
  • Easy Raw Organic Food Prep
  • Probiotic and Healing Foods
  • Recovering and Preventing Autism and Autoimmune Disorders
  • Creating Healing Space for Yourself and Your Children
  • How Vaccines Affect the Immune System

When you leave this class you will understand the symptoms of sickness (and suppressed sickness) and how to help even the healthiest children become healthier.

Please join us if you are pregnant or want to become pregnant, or if your children have digestive disorders, distended bellies, colic, allergies or unexplainable symptoms.

Dads, Caregivers and Teachers Also Welcome!

Sunday September 28, 2008

1 – 4 p.m.

Chicago

$125/person

Automatic payments can be made through paypal to gina@healartfully.com. Checks can be made out and mailed to Douglas McDermott, 4747 Lincoln Mall Dr. Suite 304, Matteson IL, 60443

Financial Assistance is available for this workshop!!!

Please email gina@healartfully.com for registration questions, location and payment details, and please submit this registration form to secure your seat.

The class will include a gourmet organic lunch buffet, raffle prizes, informational cds and booklet, product samples, food demo, free recipes, and a question and answer session.

If you are registered for the class and have pressing questions, please feel free to email them to me ahead of time so that I can give proper attention to the answers.

Gina

Moms facing Autism – You are Not Alone

Last night, while cutting carrots and pouring green juice, I spoke to my buddy, my partner in healing, my support system, Shannon.

We recalled the days, about a year ago, when my son Dougie was smearing feces on his bedroom walls and screaming at the bright lights in the grocery store. Not many people knew how hard I had it because I kept our healing private.

When I tried to talk to my husband, my words came out as complaints. He could really never understand what it was like to clean poop off the walls and carpet every day for a month, while worrying that my precious baby was stuck in a world that forced him into this dangerous energy-sucking behavior.

This song inspired me today

Things always get worse before they get better. Before Dougie got potty trained, he wet each and every spot on our carpet – and it looked as if he did it with intention. Before he went down the park slide, he’d stand and bang the metal post that held it up. He could do this for hours. And, I was the only one who thought it wasn’t “right.” Well, I suppose the other 20 children who consistently didn’t play with our son also had a problem with it.

But, the point is that I felt alone. And, the reality is that I was never alone.

Parenting can be tough – but to have a sick child on top of it is extremely challenging. Dougie’s physical health and eye contact improved after only a month on the Body Ecology Diet. For all practical purposes we had a normal child who looked normal. So, my daily struggles almost felt made-up.

I was accused of being a complainer or simply crazy. I was accused of just not having control of my son and not being a good enough mom to teach him social and behavioral skills. I was accused of being lazy and selfish. A family member advised that I “talk” to Dougie. Apparently, she talked to her son a lot and that helped him to talk.

Do you want to know my problem? I was talking and listening to and caring about the wrong people. No one was going to understand our issues unless they were going through them too. Autism is a sensitive and misunderstood disorder. And, my husband and I didn’t even want to say our kid had it, because we believe his condition to be a result of toxic build-up and curable.

Moms – I know what it’s like to spend the whole day teaching a task as simple as pulling up their pants, and to watch the house fall to pieces while you do that… because you are also cooking, folding laundry, reading stories and trying to have some time for brushing your teeth. And, I know what it’s like to still have a husband who wants dinner, a clean house and a smiling woman. I know what it’s like to have your old friends ditch you because they have no idea what’s going on in your life. I know what it’s like to feel like you’re working your ass off and failing miserably.

But girl, I got through the toughest parts. I did it so you can stop doing it. So, our grand children won’t deal with autism. So we can prove the CDC wrong and our babies can thrive!

It was worth every ounce of criticism. It was worth every friend lost and every family member offended.

There does come a time when enough is enough. And, this is when you buck up and find real help, like from me  and these women. Because a happy mommy means a healthy child.

Dougie was on the right track with the Body Ecology Diet. But, because I was overwhelmed with guilt and daily stress, I couldn’t bring him to the next level of recovery. And, furthermore, because of the guilt I felt over his condition, I portrayed an image of myself that allowed people to walk all over me.

There was nothing admirable about blaming myself for Dougie’s illness. But, I didn’t know that until I gave myself time to heal.

Moms – you can do this. I can help. We are blessed with the opportunity to make things better.

Gina

Autism and Asthma — Recovery Challenge Accepted

Health and Progress were the ONLY Options for the Ruhe Family

In a modern world, one would think that we could rely on our doctors, teachers, government and families to inform, support and guide us though any illness. But, like me, Shannon Ruhe, learned that when your baby is sick sometimes you have to take matters into your own hands. This is the story of how Tyler, Taylin, Shannon and Doug Ruhe overcame the worst of autism, asthma and allergies.

By, Shannon Ruhe

I worked my whole life to be a mom.

I worked through a difficult childhood and only remember my mother being ill. I worked 3 and 4 jobs at a time to get through college. I became a dedicated and effective teacher.

I knew that my child would have a bright future because I had broken the cycle of poverty in my family. My husband was responsible and my best friend. We were ready to give our son everything that he needed to make a good life for himself. My pregnancy with Tyler was ok, except that I rocked for two weeks after my flu shot. I rocked back and forth on our couch and it drove my husband nuts. I didn’t know why I did this. It took the edge off. I just felt better rocking.


I remember feeling sick in my gut when the doctor came in for the first time after my laboring for 12 hours. I was rocking through the contractions and though painful I had a good rhythm going. “We don’t give awards to heroes, give her an epidural.” I couldn’t speak due to the contractions coming so close, but more than that, I didn’t know how to ask for what I wanted. He was in charge and didn’t he know best? 8 hours later I had no idea how to push and had been flat on my back with my labor slowed due to epidural.

After two attempts my OB said that I needed a C-section. Again my gut. I shook my head in agreement. He knew best. Don’t take over, I told myself. Let him do his job.


That gut feeling would sharpen out of dire necessity in the not so distant future.

We were so proud and I had everything I had dreamed of. I was so proud that I knew how to give my son what he needed. I had a car and health insurance and could afford to stay home. I took my son with pride to the pediatrician and felt as if he were getting the greatest care in the world.

I felt sick and so uneasy about my son’s shots. I would go home to read about them after each round of vials was laid by his thigh and injected. I never quite understood what they were for. I always buried any concern I had. I figured it was me trying to take over and I felt that I needed to trust my pediatrician.

Tyler’s first year I was concerned that he was so large. He wanted to nurse all the time and he was constipated up to 10 days at a time. My pediatrician said “how are your bowels mom?” “See he’s just like you, stop worrying he’ll have a bowel movement when he’s ready.” My gut again, but this made sense after all I was never regular.

In that first year of life, Tyler went through times where he wouldn’t look at me. It would always pass and again Tyler would look at me and respond to my songs. I danced with him every day. I loved my little prince.

At his first birthday party he watched the big kid play in the water. He laughed and babbled. He was so tickled by this big kid and what he could do. He mimicked the crowd while he took his first bite of wheat cake. I was so careful and had read not to serve wheat until a year. He was weaned from my breast milk and growing up. I remember and have it on video that he looked right at me and signed “more” and then looked at the cake and back at me. I was “Mama” and Daddy, “Da da”. Our dog was “bam bam”. Tyler was very “with us” on his first birthday. He was excited about life. I was ready to become pregnant again.

We went to Germany to accompany my husband on a work project. I made sure Tyler had his vaccinations. It was time for his MMR. He screamed all night and had a fever. He had a rash at the injection site, but we read that this was normal. I was so schedule oriented having been a teacher that I really thought that Tyler was just exceptionally well behaved on the airplane trip. Everywhere we went people would comment on what a good boy he was. Du haus gut yungen.

I felt so proud. He cared about detail and would practice things over and over again. He really started to get picky about foods. He only wanted bread, so I visited the local bakery each day and he had a croissant. He loved the brats, milch (milk) and anything resembling bread. I worked so hard on this trip to teach Tyler. I worked all day every day on “come back, and sit down.” I was very consistent. We drove all across Germany and Tyler never made a sound. We just thought he was a cool little kid and that clearly we must be doing something right. All he needed was milk and bread and he was happy.

When we returned from Germany, I was pregnant and Tyler started to get sick all the time. I made sure he took his antibiotic, and being worried about traveling to PA for Christmas I made sure he got his recommended flu shot. We were to leave less than 10 days after flu shot to go to PA.

That’s when Tyler started staring right through me. He would sit in the highchair and catatonically stare at nothing. Where was he? Everyone kept saying, “wow he’s really in his own world.” “Why doesn’t he look when I call his name?” I had to work really hard with Tyler.

Only I knew what to do for him. If anyone else did anything for him he would scream. I thought it must be them. They just don’t know how to read his cues. They aren’t paying attention .At one point on the trip, my husband and I were in his parent’s kitchen watching Tyler run back and forth, back and forth over and over again. He never looked at us. He was on a mission of some kind. Doug turned to me and said “do you think something is wrong?” I replied “yes I’ve always felt something was, but I don’t know what.”


When we returned to TX a good friend came by with her two children. I told her about Tyler’s behaviors since she and I could talk about things like this. She had been a teacher too. She looked at me and said “I don’t know how to tell you this, but I think Tyler has tendencies of autism.” I died and I knew she was right. It all came together in a few seconds and I asked her to leave immediately.


We had Early Childhood Intervention evaluate him and he met all the criteria’s for autism. At 18 months old he was functioning at around 9 months of age. I was 5 months pregnant and scared out of my mind. Our pediatrician told us not to worry for at least a year. It was ok that he wasn’t talking. When had he stopped? I didn’t even know how this happened. My husband was at ease when the pediatrician told us not to worry. I prayed on the way home from that visit that I wouldn’t have to choose between my husband and Tyler.

I knew that I had to save Tyler and that the doctor was dead wrong. I knew each day that my child was losing his mind. He would sift in the mulch repeatedly. He would open and close cabinet doors over and over again. He ran around with a water bottle. I remember a friend calling and trying to calm me. Her son was the same age and he really loved Bob the Builder. He was building roads and knew all about construction. I told her that Tyler really like Elmo as I watched Tyler run back and forth with the empty water bottle.

I was dying inside and the early intervention people didn’t know a darn thing either. I felt rage every time I opened the door to let them in my home, which was now at least one person coming each day. We had OT, speech, counseling, early interventionist coming each week.

Tyler’s behaviors got more and more bizarre and his eating habits were awful. He only ate chicken nuggets, grilled cheese, or bread. I was in agony going to the library or kid gym with all the other moms.

They all told the cutest stories about what their kid was saying or doing. I was dying inside. My kid wasn’t developing and I had no idea what to do. We made our entire house a picture chart. We worked 100s of repetitions for one second of eye contact or teach him to hand us a picture. We worked tirelessly trying to keep Tyler with us. We had no family support.

Everyone said he would grow out of it and that I was trying to be a perfect mother. Doug and I would lay awake each night and hold each other and cry. I would vomit in the night I was so scared.

I didn’t even have time to really think about the baby I was carrying inside of me.


For my scheduled C section I was away from Tyler for the first time. I almost felt guilty taking time away from working with him. Would he regress more? Thank GOD for my daughter. I couldn’t believe it when they handed me my baby Taylin. My beautiful angel. Somehow we would all be ok. I had no idea how we would make it, but I did have a peace inside me that we would be ok.


Needless to say it was very difficult. I thought that when Tyler saw baby Taylin he would come to life. He didn’t and I knew his behaviors were atypical.

I did everything that I could to give my baby girl all that she needed. It wasn’t hard really. I was in love with her. She kept me alive. We made our life as normal as we could. We had terror and fear in our hearts every minute of everyday, but somehow we stayed strong and believed that if only one family would make it, it would be us. didn’t have downs syndrome. I was told constantly that I was crazy.

I knew that at first glance Tyler looked fine. He was a beautiful boy and a mother who was consistent. We looked fine. We weren’t fine. Life was very hard for us. We had to use picture charts for everything. I wrote weekly lesson plans and Doug and I carried these plans out. We would take Tyler to a highly reinforcing place like the park and we wouldn’t let him out of his car seat.

We wanted him to communicate in some way that he wanted to go. After all, family members told me I probably was doing everything for him. My stomach ached as he starred into space sucking his thumb.

But I REFUSED to accept this. SO I would take his arms and put them up and say “OUT.” Over and over I would repeat this motion until I saw even the slightest attempt to move his arms. OUT I would scream, you want out! Then we would go to the park. He looked so normal at the park. Maybe even athletic. He could climb anything and had no fear like the other cautious toddlers.

For a few minutes I could pretend that we were ok.

When Tyler turned 2.5 and Taylin 6 months both children wheezed constantly. Tyler coughed and ear infections for months. When they told me he now had asthma and that my daughter also needed a breathing machine, something clicked in me.

I thought with tears running down my face as I pushed the double stroller “something is really wrong here.” “This isn’t normal, I swear these doctors are making my kids sicker.” Taylin had such high fevers with her shots and at times she would stare. Even our early interventionist commented on how odd it was that Taylin was starring because Taylin had developed so well. Our home was language central and at only 6 months she would wave and say bye to people.

Something clicked in me and my GUT told me to take my babies home and stop giving them medicine. I prayed to GOD for answers and I had an odd peace that I was onto something. Tyler got so ill with the rota virus that he had foamy diarrhea and vomiting for 3 days. He hadn’t eaten a thing. Which was weird for our kid who snuck dog food as he was always so hungry.

Tyler was so lifeless these days and I thank GOD for my husband because he is the one who said this kid needs to be in the hospital. He was right, Tyler was severely dehydrated. The doctor came in and screamed at me for not vaccinating my daughter. Somehow that came up because she was young and there were kids everywhere. I had vaccinated her, but had stopped so she wasn’t current at that point.

He literally yelled at me and told me that she could die and does he need to show me a case of Rubella? Why he asked? I replied, “Because I’m not reading about autism, I’m living it!” He then looked at my lifeless son starring into space and walked out. At some point in that room Tyler looked at a ceiling tile. I knew what he was looking at. I was able to say “butterfly.” I knew that he and I were looking at the same thing. That was cool. When we got home, my husband and I made eye contact across the room as Tyler smiled and had life in his eyes.

“Oh my godI said don’t feed him anything but rice cakes and water,” I screamed. I took a class and a few mothers were talking about diet. He hadn’t eaten in a few days. He was getting better. Had he detoxed, I wondered?

I immediately had tears of joy streaming down my face. I had a plan and something finally made sense. I researched for three days and my husband took off work. I learned all I could about gluten free casein free diets.


My husband and I were full of joy. We had hope.It all made some sense to me now. Maybe this is why he has that foul diarrhea. Maybe this is why he only eats bread.

I made sure I immediately changed my diet too as I was breastfeeding my baby girl. My wheezing baby girl with a constant yeast infection. Tyler started to talk! He started to learn more easily. He was still very autistic, but we were moving in the right direction. I was determined to do this well. I read every book I could find and talked to anyone who would listen.

We would make it. We started an ABA program. I remember when they took Tyler from the car and into the building. I was devastated as my spacey child never fussed to leave me. I wasn’t shocked, but I just prayed that he would get better and start to do what other kids did. He walked into the building with a stoned look on his face. When I returned to pick him up, I could hear him screaming from inside. I wanted to vomit. I was in hell. I had just spent 3 hours at a book store with my crawling baby girl because we had nowhere to go while Tyler was in therapy. How was I going to go to a book store for 3 hours every day and drive 1 hour each way every day and while on this damn diet. Now screaming! I couldn’t take it.

I wanted to die. I had no support. My grandmother said he would be fine and that I was ruining my marriage.

The other ladies in my town would say, oh that’s nice there is a book store there. They had no idea how autistic he was becoming, how exhausted I was, how hard the diet was, and that it was costing us $3000 a month. We had no help. I was devastated that my baby girl wasn’t getting the babyhood that I dreamed for her. All the other kids went to the library, and playdates, while we hung out at the same bookstore each day.

When I walked in to find my son screaming it was because they were trying to get him to look at them. They sat in a huddle like gorillas.

They had chips in their hands. Every time he stopped screaming they would become alive and give him a chip. He would walk around the room screaming. I hated this. I knew he needed it. I knew that he was headed for institutionalism and that if I really loved him I had to stick with this.


Six months into the GFCFSF and corn free diet that was also pretty free of additives, dyes, pesticides Tyler was talking but still very autistic and still very addicted to foods. I had been learning a lot from ANDI, a support group led by Karen Seroussi. Thank GOD for this lady. Her book gave me hope.

I kept seeing Diane Farr and Jennifer Boddie posting about BED. A friend in my autism world called and told me to look up Body Ecology Diet. I had seen it on the ANDI site, so I took a look. I then read Donna Gates and Natasha McBride’s views about the gut and healthy bacteria.

They made so much sense. I knew this was it. I immediately knew this is what Tyler needed. I knew it. I felt at peace. I could do this. I had to do this. I took the book apart over night. I started joining BEDROK chats and learned so much from Diane Farr and Jennifer Boddie. Diane’s son had recovered.

I knew that it was possible for us too. These women held me together day after day. Tyler went through terrible withdrawal. He ran around and screamed. My husband and I hugged each other and cried. It was very intense.

I took all sugars away and all processed foods away. Then I learned how to make young coconut kefir. Tyler went nuts on this. It really scared me. I stopped the yck and worked on other steps.

Our ABA program was now at home and much of our session was teaching me how to get Tyler to do this diet. We had to strap him into a booster chair while he screamed. We had to do it.

Each day I worked to get him to sit without screaming. As soon as he took that one bite of new food we REWARDED him. Each meal day after day I slowly got the bad out and the good in. I learned how to soak my grains and how to cook ocean vegetables. About three months into food combining I tried the young coconut kefir again.

Tyler did fine with 1 tsp. So I gradually gave him more and very quickly he could drink a whole cup with no side effects. The struggle was over. He wasn’t an addict and started to easily eat vegetables. Hundreds of hours into training him to eat it all came together.


Every week after, the therapist would say “Shannon he’s getting better. I’ve never seen anything like this.” I’m sure they thought I was nuts. I spent all day in the kitchen making green drink, cultured vegetables, and properly combined BED meals. I felt better too. I wasn’t such a perfectionist anymore. I could handle chaos better. My mind was clear. I was full of energy, and I started to drop some weight. About 12 months into dietary changes, his therapist started saying “Shannon you don’t need me anymore.”

Tyler was whizzing through his programs. My baby girl was potty trained at 14 months and talking in full sentences. Just a baby at only 14 months she came to me and said “Mama, poo poo potty.” We went to party after party with our special food. I got looks from the other mothers and I was talked about all the time. It hurt me so deeply. I realized that we had gotten to Tyler so young that nobody ever really realized how bad he had gotten.

He made such fast progress that I looked like a whack job forcing my kids to do this special diet. They had no idea how truly vital this diet was. I didn’t even realize why the diet worked. I worked every hour of every day cooking and taking care of my kids. If the other ladies went to the park we did too. I had to work all day just to show up with my homemade concoctions. I was so proud when my kids sat right down at the park and drank their green drink, cvs, and anything I put out for them. All for an apple or homemade flat bread made from millet.

“May I be excused,” really threw people for a loop. I would watch the other mothers gasp and exchange glances while my two healthy and capable children shined. Tyler’s asthma was long gone and Taylin no longer needed that breathing machine.

In fact I hadn’t taken either child to the pediatrician in 2 years. I treated them with herbs and my new diet.


Today Tyler is 5 and Taylin 3 Life is getting easier for us. I would say Tyler is in recovery. I still pray and work daily for his full recovery, but I know that we are on the right path.


I never accepted what the early intervention team tried to “make me see.” I always believed that we would make it. I know that our story will help others. I plan to use my life and this second chance at a real life to change the world. We must demand safety and research with all childhood medical interventions. We must teach our children to eat whole foods.

We must trust our GOD given instincts. I do not believe that any one vaccination caused my son’s autism. Rather he was born into a world full of medical intervention that his body couldn’t handle. Even in my womb he endured a toxic insult of mercury in the form of thimerosal from my flu shot.

Then without care or study we continued to inject him with toxic assault after toxic assault. From mercury, to aluminum, to live virus we shut his system down. The experts who told me to give it another year were wrong. Is it possible the medical establishment is missing something else? I will not rest until our children are safe.

Why aren’t all of our children sick if vaccines are so dangerous? Look around I say. Asthma, diabetes, obesity, ADD, ADHD, learning problems, speech delay is all around. It is normal to be delayed in speech.

There is a speech clinic in every town, usually close to the asthma center also. Our kids are sick. My eyes are open. The children who were spared autism because they had a TH1 response or a better methylation cycle aren’t truly safe either. Even the CDC has estimated that we will be the first generation of parents to bury our kids.

So many children have speech problems, tantrums (normal these days), asthma, ear tubes, adenoids removed, food addictions, and I fear learning problems that will show up in school.Even pediatricians like Stephanie Cave report our kids as the sickest group of children to come through their offices. I do not accept this. I pray for Tyler’s full recovery and for the recovery of our nation.


Shannon

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Raw Food Gets Sassy at Raw Mom Dot Com

Blog hopping paid off last week when I discovered the raw moms and their fabulous site. These divas pour their hearts onto the page with topics from green juice recipes to advice on rekindling romance.

Since my recovery from candida and Dougie’s from autism really took a jump-start after committing to a mostly raw diet – I felt very at home on RAWMOM. I suppose that’s why they decided to run my story yesterday.

I will continue to share advice for natural autism recovery on their blog, so keep checking in. And, remember moms, no matter how sick your child is, you cannot heal him unless you take care of YOU. The RAW MOMS will fill you in on how to do just that!

Prepare your Family for Autism Recovery: Shannon Ruhe is Here to Help

Do you wish your child begged for green juice and gluten-free zucchini muffins? Would you flip cartwheels to have your little one ask to be excused from the table instead of poking his sister with his fork?

Well, allow me introduce you to Shannon Ruhe, a mom who’s got her stuff together when it comes to the health and structure of her family. This woman has been the only person ever to give me practical DOABLE advice for taming my temperamental tyke. Autism aside, Shannon just knows how children tick and is able to work with them to make good decisions for themselves.

Shannon’s five-year-old, Tyler is currently in recovery from toxin overload. Her youngest, Taylin eats blueberries and seaweed for snacks, and has enjoyed the many benefits of healthy eating at the young age of three.

Shannon is a former public school teacher. And when she’s not raising the two most polite children In Texas, she counsels recovering families in Houston and shares advice on the BEDROK Community message board.

I am grateful that she is now joining me here in guiding you though your healing journey.

Autism often comes with a host of aversions to food textures and tastes. But, our kids often NEED an abundance of minerals in order to kick-start recovery. Here’s a mineral-rich recipe that kids seem to love. It does include a raw egg yolk and ghee for cooking. The egg yolk contains fat that helps line the gut walls.

Make this recipe your own, and use virgin coconut oil if you want to veganize it.

Shannon’s Simple Ocean Veggie Saute

Saute ghee, onions and add little carrot matchsticks. Lower heat. Then pour in soaked wakame* and toss this for maybe a minute. At first, you won’t need that much wakame. Just a pinch of veggies. Throw into water and they’ll expand while your sauteeng vegetables. Top with raw egg yolk. The warmed veggies will slightly cook the egg.

*Rinse the ocean veggies well before using.

photo credit:

Gep

Raw Dolma

Shhhhh…. Don’t even tell them it’s raw!!!

Raw Dolma*

Ingredients:

Collard Greens (de-stemmed and cut in half along the stem to make 2 wraps per leaf. Lay collards in glass bowl cover with lemon juice and a bit of water. Set aside until you run out of patience).

Soaked and sprouted quinoa (soak overnight in glass bowl or jar, rinse and put in fridge until tails form – about 1 day).

Pine Nuts

Capers

Lemon

Olive oil

Mint

Dill

Garlic to taste (I use one clove per cup of quinoa)

(add other greens, cucumbers and/or sun dried tomoatoes to this… other spices too)

Un-cook:

Blend half of the quinoa and half of the pine-nuts and in processor until pasty. Fold in the rest of the ingredients. Use lemon and olive oil to taste. Spoon into collard wraps. Roll em up. Sprinkle lemon juice and olive oil over wraps to keep them closed and easier to eat. If you are Italian…. Your relatives will all be trying to get EVERYONE to take just one bite. So, make enough.

*note: I use Body Ecology principals because they have helped heal us. Eating raw has made it possible for us to consume meals that are not always combined according to BED recommendations. BED suggests that eating raw collard greens (cruciferous vegetables) inhibits thyroid function. I have found that for us, soaking with lemon helps digest raw collards, kale and the like. BED would also not suggest combining pine nuts with quinoa….. but this recipe is delicious and helps lure unsuspecting relatives into the healthier world of raw. If trying to do Body Ecology, you can consider this recipe transitional. I do not work for or get paid to endorse BED. But, if you need help getting started with the diet, or support maintaining it – I’d bet glad to help.

photo credit:

thegreengangster

I Stopped Cooking for My Family. Because I Love them too Much!

And, I’m not a bad cook. In the past, the smell of my pasta sauce could lure a great number of drooling hungrymen . I make the best meatballs too (just ask my brother Joey), and my desserts are good enough to make my husband wash the dishes. But those days are gone.

This year, I’ve traded steaming dinners and help in the kitchen for a cracked food processor and a juicer that sprays green goo all over my cabinets. I don’t cook. But I spend more time preparing meals, and cleaning up the inevitable backlash from appliances that are borrowed, broken and over worked.

But I do all this for them. So they can feel the energy and beauty that raw food inspires. I do this to improve their health and attitudes. My husband is oh so much kinder when he’s had his morning green smoothie. And, he thinks I make it for him to help him lose weight (nope! sorry babe). But, because the nutrition in raw green food is so bio-available, he could get more health from less calories and lose weight naturally.

It always made sense to me that unprocessed raw organic fruits and veggies were healthier, but I only included them in my plate because I loved the way they tasted. In fact, I was raised to loooove food – so I could get just as excited for French fries as I could for spinach salad.

I grew up in a typical Italian-American household where you spent breakfast planning dinner, and everyone gathered round the table at 10pm to eat prosciutto and fontenella cheese because relatives showed up unexpectedly. Or beacuse we were happy. Or sad. Or in the midst of making a tough decision.

We ate because that’s what we “do.” The food brought us together. And, any time I think of my Nana I can smell her Christmas Eve fried cakes. I tell ya, it was hard to remove myself from the feeling of NEED for these comfort foods.

Especially Bread!! Like the crispy loaves they sell at Superior Bakery by Western Avenue in Chicago.

So, why would a chick like me, who has always been “skinny” (an Italian sin, by the way) remove such LOVE from her life?

Well, simply put – because I feel so much better now!

The first time I moved from my parents’ home, I began eating more salads and fruit out of convenience, but I also enjoyed the extra energy. My mom taught me that Chef Boyardee was the enemy, so I never got into the gross canned and boxed foods.

Body Ecology helped me realize that this “raw” I’d been eating through college and early marriage was still too high in sugar. Before I understood the importance of a low sugar/alkaline diet for healing – I was eating a cantaloupe, 6 bananas, 4 peaches, a few pounds of berries and whatever other fruits I wanted each day. And, since I could never give up the bread and pasta I kept feeding the candida yeast. And, my energy was depleating.

Then, life took a turn for the healthier more recently because of Dougie. I mean, as a stay at home mom who spends 14 hours each day chasing her son – energy and inner calm is a must.

When my candida was really bad, I couldn’t digest un-blended veggies. When I say that I couldn’t digest them, I mean my abdomen would swell pregnancy style after eating a meal. I mean there was a point where my mother thought I was trying to hide a pregnancy. She could not believe food, especially “healthy food” like carrots, celery, spinach and bananas could have such a quick negative effect on me.

But as time has passed the more raw I eat – the better I feel. And, the better I feel – the more foods I can handle. Including an occasional slice of bread.

There are tons of stories regarding the benefits of this diet. But I didn’t know any of them. I didn’t even know that there is a HUGE internet community that offers support and recipes to make raw living easier.

All I was knowing was that I was feelin Goooooood. And then I learned about spirulina, and maca and milk thistle and Vitamineral Green and hemp and all these lovely add ons that still my mind, improve my focus and help me function on 4-5 hours of sleep.

I get more accomplished now. And my skin looks great (oh yeah, I did this to look better too. There was a time when I would’ve drank windex if it would’ve relieved my acne).

When I eat cooked I often feel bloated, tired and short tempered.

After about a year of healing Dougie’s digestive tract with soft foods,blended cooked and raw soups, and probiotic foods, he began to accept more raw food. He will eat just about anything I make, and the raw-er he goes –the quicker he develops. Days without raw green shakes or too much cooked foods (even veggies) make Dougie less vibrant and more sleepy and crabby. I feel that his ability to heal so quickly is a result of the High Raw diet. We don’t just do Body Ecology. We Do it Raw.

When Dougie was on a High Cooked diet, he was hungrier all the time and shoveled his food into his mouth — never seeming satisfied. Still today, if we go out for dinner and give him cooked veggies, he will devour them quickly and always crave more. His body is screaming for vitamins and minerals and doesn’t get enough from cooked food.

Over-eating was really easy with cooked food because he was never getting enough nutrition to fulfill his deficiencies. Overeating often lead to a bloated tummy, tantrums and loss of focus. Even our skeptical family has noted that Dougie eats much slower and seems so much more satisfied now.

Who would’ve thought that fewer calories and a meat-less dairy-free diet could help a boy gain weight and strengthen his attention span?

Well, I suppose God did, when she invented the coconut!!

So, now I don’t have much reason to cook. My husband does continue to eat of both worlds. But, at home he appreciates my un-cooking more than any gourmet raw food spot we’ve visited. And that says something. This was a guy who had never tried guacamole until he met me. A man who used to eat Manwich Sandwich over spaghetti (and, honestly still would).

Doug thanks me for his Spirulina Juice: (spirulina,orange, celery, spinach, coconut kefir, cilantro, coconut milk, hemp, vitamineral green, and lime). He says they make him feel good.

And, you already know I like when he is happy.

And, when women ask me how I got him to try these things…… The guy who never understood the Italian NEED to share every delicious thing on our plates totally warmed up to raw when I stopped begging him to. He had to do it on his own time.

Out of love and the habit of tradition I may make a pot of sauce occasionally, I’m no raw snob!


Here’s a family fave that even the Italians totally dig… They don’t even understand they are eating something revolutionary!

photo credits:

francis tom

Dr. Joots

roger bruce

DO S82

henna soog