The Danish family name of Nielsen had been anglicized before her birth. Her Mormon family owned a farm; her father was also a railroad worker.
It has taken from me, over many years, friends and professional opportunities. Now I sit at my computer, a sixty-five year old woman with Multiple Sclerosis.
The fatigue is so great that just an hour of effort exhausts me. It is a malaise that drains me, as if my body were an hourglass with the sand of vitality flowing ever downward.
Wondering if it is worth the effort to write this book, the answer spurs me on: I am well aware that many brilliant and inspiring books have been written by authors on the autistic spectrum, who have achieved far more than I have.
Like many autistic babies, I was unresponsive to hugs and kisses. I responded only to the sounds of the birds singing. My mother had to suffer the fact that her baby did not eat or defecate and had to be force-fed.
When she expressed the belief that I had a non-functioning thyroid, physician after physician scoffed at her. They maintained that she was neurotic and advised her to go back to her kitchen. Finally, when I was sixteen months old, my physician uncle managed to obtain an appointment for a consultation at Duke University Hospital.
By that time I was a bloated blob with a lolling tongue. In my case it was found that I had only a vestigial thyroid gland.
It is relevant to note here that contemporary research, specifically by Raphael Kellman, M,D. I was given thyroid replacement hormone, and within one month my appearance was normal. The endocrinologist gave my mother the following prognosis: In adulthood, my IQ was found to be very high.
In fact, at the age of eleven I was reading books on abnormal psychology and understanding every word.
However, as a toddler I was still mildly retarded and unresponsive to people, including my parents. At that point it was difficult to say where my thyroid condition left off and my autism spectrum condition began.
Although we who are on the autistic spectrum suffer in childhood as well as in adulthood, our parents usually suffer along with us and live with the anxiety of what may happen to us.
His parents were simple and uneducated. He also had a brother who eventually became a salesman with modest success. When my father was in his early teens the family emigrated to New York. He was accepted at Townsend Harris School, where only exceptional boys received a high school education.
Moreover, the young Charlie Ozer became a champion soccer player. My father could have had a career in sports, but instead he chose to become a rabbi. It was at a university dance that he met my mother and later married her.Poem: “An Autobiography in Five Chapters” by Portia Nelson.
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