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            I 
            knew Michael was a hyperactive child, but I wouldn‘t have described 
            him as autistic. When I thought of autism, I thought of the 
            character that Dustin Hoffman portrayed in the movie "Rain Man." I 
            pictured someone who would have a lost look in their eyes, a blank 
            stare, a person of few words, slow mentally and not really sure what 
            is going on around them. 
             My husband and I described Michael 
            more like a pinball machine. He was bouncing off the walls most of 
            the time. We thought this was why he didn't sit down and play for 
            any length of time. He was always on the run with a matchbox car 
            gripped in each hand but never really sitting down and playing with 
            them. 
            Mike also had a few odd clothing 
            behaviors that I really didn't give a whole lot of thought to. If 
            the seams of his socks were not lined up perfectly across his toes 
            or his shoes were tied too tightly, he would rip them back off. If I 
            left a tag in his clothing, he would tug at it and tell me it hurt. 
            As soon as he walked in the front door to the house, he would strip 
            down to his underwear, and that's the way he would stay until we 
            left the house again.  
            When Michael was about 2½ years old, 
            he started throwing some temper tantrums. As any mother, I thought 
            this was "the terrible twos." What wasn't normal about his tantrums, 
            though, was that he never outgrew them. It got to the point that 
            every time I took him in public, he would make a scene. There were 
            many times I took him out of a store kicking and screaming, with 
            everyone staring at us on the way out to the car. By the time he was 
            4 years old, I wouldn't even go to the grocery store without my 
            husband's help.  
            Once Michael started school, we 
            noticed that his social skills weren't the same as the other kids 
            his age. At recess, he wouldn't play with the other children. He 
            would rather be off alone looking in the grass for frogs instead of 
            playing on the swings with his other classmates.  
            He talked very well for his age. He 
            would have a little trouble articulating a clear sentence sometimes 
            but nothing to really get concerned about. We noticed that what he 
            would say wouldn't be totally true. He seemed to have a very 
            creative imagination.  
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            As time went on, trouble with 
            Michael seemed to get worse. It got to the point that Michael didn't 
            even want to leave the house in the mornings to go to school. He 
            didn't want to leave my side. We would have to drag him to the car, 
            buckle him in and take him into the school. The principal at the 
            school informed me that he was just spoiled rotten and needed 
            tougher discipline. So that's what we tried.  
            Boom!!! It was like a huge bomb that 
            went off in my house. The tantrums escalated, and he refused to go 
            back to school at all. He would have horrible fits, his eyes would 
            become glassy, and he would kick, scream and bite. These tantrums 
            could last up to five hours at a time. I was receiving pressure from 
            the school because of his absenteeism, and I was extremely exhausted 
            from trying to handle him. That is how we ended up under Dr. 
            Decker's diagnostic care. 
            Once I had accepted the idea that my 
            son was autistic, I began reading as much material I could, to 
            understand Asperger syndrome. We received a tremendous amount of 
            help and support from Dr. Georgia Davis, Dr. Daniel Amen, many 
            seminars and workshops, SASED and their wonderful teachers, 
            occupational therapy, speech therapy, social skills training, and 
            from other parents of children in the autistic spectrum. 
            Today, Michael is 14 years old and 
            is doing very well. He is being treated for left temporal lobe 
            seizures and anxiety disorder. We are continually working on 
            developing his social skills, he is being home-schooled to avoid 
            unnecessary peer pressure and to help with sensory issues, and his 
            tantrums are almost nonexistent. We still have problems that pop up 
            from time to time, but with help from Karen Kirkendall, Ph.D., 
            associate professor at the UIS Department of Psychology in 
            Springfield, and our support group, the Asperger Syndrome Support 
            and Awareness of Central Illinois, we are able to work through most 
            of them with success. 
            I asked Michael what it has been 
            like to have Asperger syndrome, and he responded, "You have to take 
            the good with the bad. It is hard sometimes to get a friend, but 
            once you do, it is worth it." 
            [Diana Noble, Asperger Syndrome 
            Support and Awareness of Central Illinois] 
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