Autism — a diagnosis that would terrify any parent, a word we can stretch like rubber however we please.
At the beginning of March, we started treating the ten-year-old. I’ll call him George to protect his anonymity. That March, when they asked George what his name was, he would answer “O!” — something rather like the diagnosis they had given him: short and descriptive. George went to school and had no interest in writing, learning, or any ambition for the future at all. He always followed his companion, never his classmates. George was aggressive too, but it wasn’t his fault. He simply remained misunderstood because of the unique autistic vocabulary he used, repeating the same words endlessly and incomprehensibly to the adults whose own way of thinking was wrapped in clouds. They gave him no chance of being understood, and they had no real picture of what little George’s life was like.
But things changed. The clouds cleared, and the sun came out. By luck or otherwise, four months later George decided it was high time to show that the diagnosis they had stuck on him was nothing more than a puppet theatre — the kind teachers take children to on free days.
“My name isn’t O. I’m George. I’m Georgi!”
And so Georgi now walks to school on his own. In one month, he has written more in class than he had written in his entire life. Quiet and studious, he wants to become a cook when he grows up and to study at the same school as his big brother. Georgi speaks in full sentences and tells everyone what has happened to him over the last few years — doing it even a little better than many of us grown-ups. The school headmistress, intrigued, called Georgi’s mother to ask which pill they had been giving him to produce such an extraordinary result.
“[Preset]”
“Base_Preset=\JW_Peptides\Shells\Remote”
“PresetName=Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) (R)”
“Preset_Notes=Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) for Remote
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