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Hi, I’m Mom Anya and my son Arthur, 4 years 5 months. Diagnosis: autism spectrum disorder (ASD) and delayed speech (DLD). For the first time, they turned to the professor at the age of 2 years 6 months.
Our story started out trite. Happy, long-awaited pregnancy, proceeding without any complications. Delivery at term by cesarean section. There were no complications during and after the operation, as it seemed at first glance. But, already at home, the first alarming symptoms began to appear. A newborn baby slept six to seven hours a day. Almost the rest of the time he was crying and screaming. I remember those nights with horror. Every month I went to the doctors, trying to understand what was happening with the child.
In response: these are teeth, these are gases, these are his whims, this is character. Everything will pass, you have to wait. We took various medical drugs, syrups, and herbs, but the night tantrums continued. My head was sick, spinning and I’d had fearfulness, weakness, helplessness… I stopped sleeping at night. There is only one thought in my head: how to help your baby. Out of desperation, they turned to “grandmothers” twice. There were no improvements. The child often suffered from viral diseases. Sleep disturbance, screaming, and tantrums did not go unnoticed.
At the age of 1.5, babble and sounds disappeared, and auto-aggression appeared, he hit his head on the floor, walls, and bed. Complete misunderstanding of the addressed speech. There was no self-preservation instinct (ran out onto the road, under cars). Pronounced selectivity in food. Didn’t respond to the name. I fell asleep for 2-3 hours. In the process of falling asleep, he laughed, cried, screamed, gnawed on the bed, and beat his head against the bed. He woke up 10 times at night with a cry and again beat his head. Enuresis, encopresis. Pediatricians, neuropathologists, and psychologists continued to reassure: “Everything is fine with your baby, everything will pass by the age of three. You have a healthy boy, drink herbs, syrups, and soothing preparations.
Time passed, and the baby grew up, and suffering and torment also increased. We stopped walking in public places. The child was inadequate, to put it mildly. We went to the forest and walked there so that no one would see his behavior. I also pulled away from all my friends, closed in on myself, depression. Then it seemed that I was alone in this world, no one understands me, no one can answer my questions, and no one can help my child. After another trip to the doctors at the age of 2 years 3 months, I heard the diagnosis: autism spectrum disorder (ASD) and delayed speech (DLD). Yes, it sounded like a sentence. But, on the other hand, now I knew what happened to the child. We drank different medicines, but it only got worse. At night, I surfed the Internet, prayed to God, and looked for ways to save my child.
Having familiarized myself with the professor’s methodology, having read several reviews, in the morning I already called the clinic and made an appointment for a consultation. When I saw and heard the stories of people who were treated here, I realized that I was not alone. In each story, I recognized myself and my child. Here are the same people, each with his own grief. And everyone has one goal – to save the child. But, at that time, I had no idea what tests we would have to go through.
And here is the first stage of treatment, the child began to fall asleep in 10 minutes. Slept peacefully all night. At first, I listened and waited for him to wake up and cry. But the baby was sleeping soundly. But during the day, every day of treatment – screams, tantrums, auto-aggression. It seemed that all the complaints increased 100 times. And again excitement, fear, misunderstanding of what is happening. Parents with experience reassured me, they said that this was an aggravation, everything would be fine, we had to endure, endure. The soul is separated from the body. There are a lot of thoughts in the bowler hat: the child is suffering, he feels bad about what I’m doing. We probably do not fit the treatment, can stop, and leave. But the inner voice said the opposite, we must finish the stage, we must reach the end, we must endure. He helps everyone and will help us. We have passed this first stage. And with uncertainty and doubt, I signed up for the second stage. Upon arrival home, episodes of exacerbation were observed for another 2 weeks. And then auto-aggression gradually disappeared, understanding of speech began, he began to respond to the name, a pointing gesture appeared, and he became calmer. And the child uttered the first conscious words: “Mom” and “Dad”. Long-awaited tears of happiness in our eyes. Joy knew no bounds.
All doubts were dispelled, and we were looking forward to the second stage. Yes, of course, we all want very fast results. But I understood: if the child’s body suffered for 2.5 years, it is impossible to restore everything in 20 days. And here is the second stage, in this stage, we get a new portion of treatment with a method called Dosed Deprivation of Visual or Sensor Activity (DDVA). The child’s eyes are hidden by a sleep mask and we’re trying to do all things as usual, out walking, playing in a garden or a park square and etc. For those who don’t know yet, it’s a treatment with glasses. And again the struggle with himself and with the child. Every minute in points was given to us as a victory in battle. The child categorically refused everything positive, kicked us, and hit us with his head. He pulled out, screamed, hysteria, fell to his knees, and rested. The child’s knees were torn off, the toes were knocked down to the blood. I felt like a monster. It was hard on my soul, I feel sorry for the child. But in my head, the voice of the Professor: “Do not regret, do not give up”! I understood that we had no other way.
After the second stage, improvements were not long in coming. Send new words, and the psycho-emotional state of the child is even better. The development of gross and fine motor skills began, and he began to ask for a potty. Counting up to 10 and back, colors, shapes of objects, and names of animals, I tried to eat with a spoon myself. They began to walk in public places, and contact with children began. The third, fourth, and fifth stage was easier than the first two stages. But, nevertheless, at each stage there were exacerbations. Of course, not as pronounced as in the first two. And then followed the long-awaited improvement. The development of the child gradually gained momentum. After the fifth stage, a big break up. Phrasal speech, pronouns, and constant questions (what, why, and why) began. The mouth didn’t close. Every day I was surprised at my child, like a miracle. He is 100% understanding of spoken language. The child attends a mass garden, he has many friends, and already has a girlfriend. In addition, we work with a psychologist, speech therapist, rehabilitologist.
After completing the 6th stage of treatment at the Research Institute, the child began to tell poems and fairy tales that he listened to during treatment. Fully recounts in verses “Aibolit” and “Moydodyr”. There are improvements in all areas of development. Anyone who sees our child now cannot believe that he had such a diagnosis. The Professor’s books, conversations with parents, and meetings helped me find answers to all my questions.
Many thanks to Vagif Mamedovich and the staff of the clinic for saving our child and our entire family.
To all parents – patience, faith, victories.
You are in the safe hands of Professor Rahmanov.