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Hello everyone, I’m Danik’s mother, he is 10 years old and he has been diagnosed with autism. We are currently finishing the 10th stage of treatment, but I want to start from the very beginning, since this is my first review in 7 years. We came to the professor when my son was only 3 years old. We arrived with a complete zero, like Mowgli… The child did not look into the eyes, did not sit still (at all), constantly screamed, screamed endlessly with or without reason. He did not react to speech addressed to him, did not notice me, he absolutely did not care when I left or came. There was no pointing gesture. He refused to walk by the hand, but simply ran away wherever his eyes looked. The instinct for self-preservation was completely absent. There was no speech at all, he did not even say the word “mama”. He defecated in a diaper, was terrified of the potty, and I won’t even mention the toilet. Constant fixations on certain actions, like turning the light on and off, endlessly flushing the toilet, twisting pot lids and the washing machine drum. Any classes with him were absolutely useless, since nothing could be extracted except screaming. Anyone who tried to sit him down for classes, he pulled out their hair and scratched their faces.
It was a wild horror. Now I’m writing, remembering, and I have goosebumps … I’m afraid to imagine what would have happened to us if God had not led us to the professor. We would definitely not exist anymore, since thoughts of suicide arose constantly. I did not see the future, I could not imagine how to live my whole life in such an atmosphere, and I only cried, cried, cried, and then completely closed myself off and did not want to accept this reality.
After the first stage of treatment, the child went to the toilet by himself, skipping the potty stage. We simply came back from treatment, looked for the child in the rooms, and then saw that he was sitting on the toilet, as if he had been going there all his life. Also, the fixations with switches and water went away, and gradually the lids went away. A pointing gesture appeared, he learned to eat by himself. Step by step, we learned to walk hand in hand on the street.
After the third stage, he sat down with me to study, and we learned the alphabet, all existing colors and shapes, animals and numbers, the composition of a number and the comparison “more-less”. Speech began after the 9th stage, so far only individual words, but I believe that everything is still ahead. At the moment, the child goes to school, writes, reads, solves mental arithmetic problems up to 1000 (although I suspect that he can do more, they just haven’t gotten to that at school yet), fully understands speech, looks into the eyes, is sociable, loves new places, and is fully communicative. When doctors, speech therapists, psychologists see us, they all say that they don’t see him as an autistic person, just a boy with a speech delay. Sometimes I start to believe it, but then I remember how we arrived and how we could have remained if not for the professor, for which I am infinitely grateful to him.
He also brought me out of a very difficult situation. It all started with hypothyroidism, which led to severe depression with constant dizziness 24/7, complete apathy, endless tears without tears. Then all this developed into panic attacks and neck cramps that grabbed me so much that it was completely impossible to go out into public places alone. I became a hostage to my illness (I was only 24 years old), and even then I gave up on myself, since antidepressants did not help me, but only worsened the condition.
Milk appeared in my breasts, although I was not pregnant – it was a side effect of the pills. In this state, I came for another treatment with a child. The professor saw me and took me to his hypnotarium department for treatment. He told me to stop taking the pills, which I did. In 10 days of acupuncture (absolutely free of charge), the professor completely eliminated these terrible cramps that choked me for 12 hours a day, that is, all the time I was awake.
I will never forget this miracle and will never stop praying for the professor. If it weren’t for him, I would have been dead a long time ago, and I’m afraid to imagine what would have happened to my child without me. Thank you for the opportunity to live a full life, for the opportunity to see my child happily dancing at a matinee, for the fact that I can think about the future and not be afraid of it.