Jonathan seemed better today. He was less intense, more playful and brought yet another "good behavior" card home. His report card from school indicates a happy "green" face every day, which means that he is doing well, listening and doing what he is supposed to do. That makes me happy. So far he has 7 cards and needs 3 more to get a diploma. He is excited about it. I asked him today if he had a friend and he said "yes. Christopher is my friend. I like to play with him". :)
We went to get him a haircut this evening. He seemed more sensitive to the clippers than last time (his yeast is truly out of control), but cooperated. The lady that cut his hair told me that she didn't mind that he was moving a lot and being sensitive because she has several autistic clients and she learned to be gentle. I told her that Jonathan had autism and she just could not believe it. She told me that it couldn't be. He talked to her, he looked at her, laughed at the cartoons, he talked to me, seemed "normal" to her (as she said). She then told me about 3 of her clients and how they just won't look at her but they have gotten better with the clippers and are very loving. When Jonathan got out of the chair, he was shocked to see his hair on the floor and asked if that was his hair. She looked so surprised. She kept staring and kept telling me that if I hadn't told her, she would have never guessed. She then went to talk to a coworker and pointed at Jonathan telling her that he has autism, and the other woman came to me asking me how come he did not seem autistic. Her nephew was 7 years old, learned to speak at 6 and but still was very delayed and autistic. I talked to them again about therapies and biomedicine, etc. They then called Jonathan up and offered a treat and he was thankful and happy and turned to tell me "let's go mommy, I am hungry. Let's go eat". The look in their faces was priceless. So we left.
I have to admit that to get that kind of external assessment is very encouraging. I notice the tiniest bit of regression in my son and it kills me. But it helps to hear comments from people that are exposed to kids on the spectrum and get a reaction. Because he really has come very far. But he is such a trooper. I couldn't be more proud of him.
We went to a restaurant and he was very playful with Vanessa. Then we wanted to play tic tac toe with daddy and paint and just be silly. When he got bored of waiting (we waited too long), since I didn't let him and Vanessa go wild, he asked for my phone. It was inevitable, but it didn't upset me. He is starting to turn around. This is most likely the consequence of the HBOT and I need to just ride it. 6 more weeks for the effects to wear-off.
I love having a focused goal. We won't do HBOT for another 4 to 5 months, so I am going to concentrate on that gut, varicella and mercury.
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