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The allopathic medical model looks for disease or dysfunction of the body and mind. Because of this, when my son, Little Man, was two years old, he was labelled as a defective child: his speech was delayed and would be helped by weekly speech therapy. When the therapist tried to have him sit in a chair and work at a table with him, it was a nightmare. She adapted and worked on the floor with him. Pretty soon, she saw signs in him that lead her to wonder if this toddler might have more going on than just not talking much. I filled out a questionnaire and my son was found to be even more defective: he was diagnosed as having Sensory Processing Disorder, with a recommendation for weekly occupational therapy visits.
So, my perfect little boy, who was born a little bit too early, and had some issues his first year of life, and who didn’t transition well between any two activities (that’s normal isn’t it?), was officially not normal. Ok. So, learning about Sensory Processing Disorder clued me into a lot of my son’s difficulties. And I became a big proponent for early intervention and for getting any and all therapies possible.
Having Little Man evaluated by our local school system’s Birth-to-Three team, resulted in his being labelled as developmentally delayed. This gave him free preschool that began a few months before his third birthday. I appreciated the preschool’s focus on teaching the children about emotions and about relating to other people. The kids practiced their fine and large motor skills. And they also got to practice self-help skills. However, there was no acknowledgment of sensory issues or any attempt at providing a sensory diet (which would help so many of these kiddos).
First grade rolled around and my son’s school based physical therapist (worked on hand writing skills with him) thought he might benefit from an eye evaluation. Once again, an evaluation was done (by a developmental optometrist), and vision therapy was recommended. Thirty-six weeks of VT later, Little Man was burned out, and we took a long break. We’re still on it, in fact. The therapy did help, but recent re-evaluation says that he needs more VT. We’ll see.
Second grade began the real difficulties with school. Little Man found that having to sit and pay attention to the teacher was more than he could handle. I thought that he needed more sensory input. Trying to implement a sensory diet in school was met with a deaf ear. Working to get a 504 Plan of accommodations was almost a joke. I did get a plan in place, and in it, Little Man gets to sit on a therapy ball instead of a chair. And he is supposed to have recess (as long as the entire class doesn’t lose it for poor behavior). Did this help? Not really. After talking with his physical therapist (whom he saw privately, for sensory input), she thought that an evaluation for ADHD was reasonable.
Once again, off to be evaluated. A neuropsychologist spent several hours, over the course of 2 days, working with Little Man. At the end of it, I was given a 20 page report that basically said he had ADHD, combined type, learning disabilities (dyslexia), and pervasive anxiety. Along with the report, came a recommendation for medication. Even though I know my son has trouble maintaining focus, the thought of putting him on prescription drugs hit me like a ton of bricks to the solar plexus. Now, not only was my son defective, but the medical community wanted to medicate him.
That was a tough pill to swallow. But after our pediatrician assured us that the medications were short acting, and we could stop them at any time, I decided that the potential rewards outweighed the risk, and we went forward with a medication trial. The reason we went with our pediatrician instead of a psychiatrist, is there are no child psychiatrists in our county. And the two doctors nearest have six month wait lists. Because of this, our pediatrician has had a lot of experience with ADHD and the available medications. In fact, when he has questions or if one of his patients needs more than he’s trained to do, he’ll contact one of these child psychiatrists and make a referral if necessary.
That said, Little Man began a low dose of methylphenidate. After a week, there were no side effects, and also it was not helping at all. We upped the dose. I didn’t see any effect on Little Man’s attention span or impulsivity (he’s not very hyperactive), but I did notice that his anxiety was markedly raised. After a week, his anxiety and frustration was so high, that when I was sitting with him, trying to get him to do his homework, he peed himself. He was 9 years old. That was all I needed to stop that drug.
After a week, we tried the generic form of Adderall. Within 3 days he was suicidal. That was the end of the stimulant drugs as far as I was concerned. At the next doctor’s appointment we discussed non-stimulant drugs. We decided to try Strattera. First of all, our insurance doesn’t cover it very well, and a week’s trial supply cost us over $50. (Don’t even get me started on what our insurance would and would not cover). I gave Little Man a pill on a Saturday, that just happened to be the morning of his 10th birthday party. As soon as it kicked in, he started crying because it made him all fuzzy-headed, and he didn’t feel like himself. What a miserable day. As a mother, I felt horrible. After that one pill, he refused to take another. I didn’t blame him one bit. That was the end of our ADHD medication trials.
So, now the medical system has labelled my son as defective and requiring medication. And after subjecting Little Man to 3 different drugs, each with their own intolerable side effects, it is clear that the pharmaceutical industry is not the answer. No, I am not going to subject him to any more ADHD drugs because we saw no improvement on any of the ones we tried. What next? Here’s where it gets interesting to me.
I have to back up for a minute to fill you in a little bit about me. I was raised in a middle class family, went to church on Christmas and Easter (not particularly religious), and I’m college educated. When I went to college the first time (yes, I have been twice, and have two bachelor’s degrees), I was a biology major and was pre-med, thinking that I would become a doctor of some sort. Half way through undergrad I had a crisis of grades and switched majors, ending up earning a degree in one of the social sciences. I see this as the first big move I made where I learned to look at situations from different perspectives.
Fast forward to when Little Man was 5, was about to enter kindergarten, and I blew out my back. Herniated a disc in the lowest part of my back, right above the sacrum. The injury didn’t require surgery, but I was in a butt ton of sciatic nerve pain (one of the worst kinds of pain ever). After using chiropractic and 2 different physical therapists, I was still in a world of hurt. About 4 months later I finally got in to a great ortho clinic where their pain guy shot me up with cortisone, and their A-1 physical therapist worked his magic on me.
For the next year, I managed my pain with anti-inflammatory pills (that did a number on my liver over time), and it took nothing to put my back out again. To really knock out the pain, I would have had to take so much narcotic medication that I couldn’t function as a mother. Not an option for me- but I see how people become hooked on prescription pain pills. If I hadn’t had my son, I would probably be there. Pretty soon I was on the hamster wheel of cortisone shots and rounds of PT. Then, one day when I was waiting for Little Man, who was having a vision therapy session, I glanced at a brochure in the waiting room. Energy Therapist- “I can fix whatever ails you, from being in excruciating pain, to smoking, to being overweight…” She had me at overweight. “Free Consultation.” Ok, she had me at free.
This was my entrance in a big way into the world of alternative healing known as Energy Therapy or Energy Medicine. This woman was very intuitive, and worked on allowing my body to release trapped emotions. Whaaaa? Trapped emotions? Yes. I learned that when we have big emotional things that happen to us during our life, we can hold on to some of this energy in our body in a variety of places. What made me a believer? When she worked on Little Man and he was able to stop using a stool softener over night that he had needed for 4 years. She worked on him for several sessions, and one day, told me he didn’t need the Miralax anymore. I had tried to wean him off it several times over the 4 years he’d been on it. She worked on me, teaching me about energy work at the same time. She helped my back, my lifelong occasional constipation, and helped me release some of my emotional eating issues.
Pretty soon, I was checking out local people who worked with energy and intuition. Just for fun, I got a psychic reading at a local psychic fair. The woman I sat with was quite accurate and helpful. But the biggest surprise came when I mentioned the difficulties I was having with my son and school. She tuned into Little Man and right off the bat told me that he’s very, very psychic. Shut the front door! What?? Then she said that I am too, but not as much. What?? She thought that Little Man was a Crystal Child. What?? I hit the internet running, looking up what I could find about being psychic and what a Crystal Child is. Other than having read a few Sylvia Browne books, this stuff was new to me.
I learned that being psychic basically means being connected to the divine realm or the realm of energies and beings that we can’t see or touch (well, some people can see them). I, who basically never went to church, and who pretty much eschews religion, started learning about and seeking out energy healers and psychics. Before I knew it, I had a spiritual awakening. Go figure. Who knew? But don’t worry, I’m still that girl who learned to question and to not just take something on faith, back when she was pre-med. But now I’ve added my secret weapon into the mix. I trust my intuition. You know, that little voice in the back of your head that whispers to you and never steers you wrong. That feeling in your solar plexus that talks to you. Yes, that one. I now trust my gut.
With that, I discovered several people and teachings that helped me learn about Little Man in a new light. When the student is ready, the teacher
appears. And over the past few years, many teachers have taught me a bundle. Doreen Virtue is one such teacher. She has the ability to tune into the divine and has written about these new types of children being born into the world. She explains in Indigo, Crystal, and Rainbow Children: “Crystal Children have telepathic abilities that lead them to talk later in life.” Little Man was diagnosed as speech delayed. “In the new world, we will all be much more aware of our intuitive thoughts and feelings. We won’t rely so much upon the spoken or written word. (Little Man has difficulty with writing). Communication will be faster, more direct and more honest, because it will be mind-to-mind.” My son also seems to be an old soul; wise beyond his years, and very kind. “They are also quite philosophical and spiritually gifted. And they display an unprecedented level of kindness and sensitivity to this world.” My son has been labeled as having ADHD. “ADHD should stand for Attention Dialed into a Higher Dimension. These children are worthy of awe, not labels of dysfunction. If anything is dysfunctional, it’s the systems that aren’t accommodating the continuing evolution of the human species.”
Since delving into the psychic and thus the spiritual side of things, I have learned from several sources that my son is in fact quite gifted, has some awesome superpowers, and is an evolutionary leap in mankind. Big claim, I know. But this kid is one of the way showers. The wisdom that comes through Esther Hicks, states that these kids, with issues such as autism, who are being born into life in greater and greater numbers are here to help create a paradigm shift. After all, who better to force us to change than people who can’t change because of the way their brains are wired? I don’t know about you, but my child’s school system doesn’t work for him. It doesn’t work for kids with autism, with ADHD, with Sensory Processing Disorder, and with dyslexia. The schools are being forced to change to be able to reach and to teach these kids. New schools are being created. People are looking at how to help these kids.
A wonderful blog article that speaks to these special children is, “A new “breed” of humans; what to expect from the children incarnating now” ”They simply are present in the now moment and experience each moment to the fullest.” Little Man is very right-brained. The right brain knows no time other than the present. It is because our left brains can sequence events that we see time as linear. Little Man still has trouble with telling time on an analog clock. He’ll talk about the day after yesterday, mixing up before and after. He truly lives in the moment. And he definitely does not think linearly. His brain works more holographically. “Scientists eventually will begin to see the changes which can be detected in these children’s brains. Their brains do not function quite like any before. A larger portion of their brain will be activated and therefore you will see new abilities and skills coming from these children; what once seemed impossible will grow to be expected. You will be able to see evidence of this on medical devices such as CAT scans which will show a much higher degree of activity at any one time.” I have seen these scans that show that when a person with dyslexia reads, several more areas of the brain light up, than people who don’t have dyslexia.
Another trait of Little Man’s being right-brained, is that he is very creative and intuitive. Drs. Brock and Fernette Eides have written a book about these advantages and more, of a dyslexic brain, in The Dyslexic Advantage. Little Man is extremely creative. He’ll make anything out of anything. I refer to him as my little builder. He can see in his mind how something is going to work, and then make it. Many people with dyslexia become engineers because of this talent. And with his global style thinking, thinking outside the box is one of the things he does well. So, the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, 4th Edition, might call my son deficient, and having learning disorders. But I know better: he learns differently, and in fact, is advanced in several ways.
What the medical community calls Sensory Processing Disorder, is precisely what gives Little Man some of his amazing superpowers. His “hypersensitivity to tactile input” is really his gift of the ability to feel energy physically. He can hold out his hands and feel the energy of some objects: a quartz crystal rock, a cedar tree in our yard, and my hands, for example. He also picks up on the energy of people around him. Because of this, he has difficulty being in large crowds. And during the school day, he’ll pick up on all the emotions of the kids and teacher in his class (he’s empathic). This can be overwhelming for him. Combine this overload of incoming energy with his reading and writing challenges, and trying to pay attention in school is more than difficult. I’m not too surprised that ADHD meds didn’t work for him. More and more, I am convinced that his spacing out and shutting down in school, is a protective mechanism, because of being overwhelmed by all the energies and emotions around him in the classroom. Getting outside, running around, and being in nature is what helps him quite a bit.
Through synchronistic events, I have met some wonderful people who have amazing healing skills, and who are exceptionally tuned into the divine realm. The biggest real changes I have seen in Little Man is when he’s had energy work done on him. About a week or so after a session, I’ll notice that he’s changed. sometimes I can’t put my finger on exactly what. It might be that he’s handling life better, or not being so fussy about every little thing. And what I particularly love about energy work is that it can’t hurt a person, and the changes are permanent. I have since become a Reiki practitioner, and use that form of energy work on Little Man to calm his anxieties.
More recently, I discovered the work of Dr. Meg Blackburn Losey, PhD, who wrote, The Children of Now. She is an Advocate for who she calls “The Children of Now”, creating awareness in society, in schools and in families that assist these new and sensitive children to be comfortable just being who they are ~ Gifted beings with a message for humanity. The future of our world.
So, over the past few years, I’ve gotten quite an education and shift in perspective regarding my son. The medical community may look at him as being defective and possibly benefitting from pharmaceutical drugs. And I don’t fault them for it; it’s the way they are trained, not realizing there’s a lot more out there. Just as my son is an instrument for change, so am I. Because of him, my mind has been twisted, tweaked, warped, bent, and opened up in ways I could never have imagined back when I was a pre-med undergrad. And I invite you to tweak your way of thinking, if only for a few moments, to imagine the possibility that your child might not be defective, but might actually be Superman or Superwoman in the making. Wouldn’t it be awesome if your child came up to you and, instead of hitting themselves and saying how stupid they are, asked you to tell them about their superpowers again?