When her behaviour became aggressive, we had to subdue her, so she wouldn't hurt herself.. or wreck the house, or hurt us. It took both of us, and we just held her down and told her repeatedly to stop the violent behaviour. But she wouldn't, at least, not until we spanked her. We put it off each time until there was no other recourse, hoping she would respond to us. I just didn't believe in punishing her when she was in reaction and I wasn't a big fan of corporal punishment any time, but in this instance, a couple of measured whacks to the bum was the only thing that would stop her. Then she would start to cry, probably out of frustration, perhaps even out of relief. Only then would she calm down and sit next to me, and I could put my arm around her and comfort her. Then she would plead with me to figure out what was wrong with her. Clearly it wasn't something she was doing, so much as something that was happening to her.
After double and triple checking her diet we couldn't find anything she'd ingested that she wasn't allowed to have. We turned to the doctor, but all he could think to do was make another appointment with the pediatrician. I was perplexed. I didn't know what good that was supposed to do when her speciality was diagnosing ADHD, and Butterfly had already been diagnosed. I remembered the words of the allergist when he told me to trust my own instincts. I decided he was the person we needed to see. It was unusual to be able to get an appointment after so long without a referral, but we got one.
While we were waiting for the appointment, I noticed that those evenings when this happened, Butterfly had been given dessert with maple syrup on it. Now, she'd been having maple syrup and honey both, with no ill effect, since I removed sugar from her diet. Still, I wondered if it could have something to do with these attacks of violent behaviour. So I stopped giving it to her ~ in or on anything. The difference was a little astounding. When we went to the allergist, he put her through a number of tests, including the standard skin test that revealed an allergy to maple. She had also become sensitive to the honey.
After keeping her off both for a couple of weeks she had settled right down again. But she was still a very unhappy Butterfly. I mean, we had tried stevia as a sweetener in baking, but we could only get it as an herb back then, and it really didn't work. I decided to just try her on sugar again. There was no reaction. So I made things like banana bread with sweet, ripe bananas so I only had to add a little sugar to make it sweet enough. It turned out she could also have molasses, which was huge for baking cookies. And since wheat hadn't shown up this time on her skin test, I also let her try wheat. (The doctor had assured us that she would grow out of this allergy, but he wasn't exactly batting a thousand with us. He was right on this though.) She didn't react to it, so I began including wheat in her diet. I didn't just abandon the spelt though... I was used to baking with it anyway. But real hot dog and hamburger buns! Imagine!
We kept that appointment with the pediatician, but as I suspected, it was a waste of mileage and time. She had nothing for us that would help. The allergist had indeed been the right choice for the situation. Obviously with Butterfly, not having too much of anything too often was important, or she'd be liable to become intolerant of it. So we kept up a variety in her diet, and now with wheat and a little sugar, we were able to branch out that much more.
It wound up that what she couldn't have at that point was honey, maple syrup, corn syrup, glucose syrup, and no MSG or propylene glycol. She could have sugar only in moderation, and of course, variety was a must. I'd also found where I could get free-range chicken, and then a new store opened in town with natural meats and organics. So things were once again looking up, despite some very scary happenings. It wasn't possible to get too comfortable though, because with Butterfly, you just never knew what was going to come next.