5-htpee your pants with nightmares!

I love a natural alternative for something that’s ailing you.  When Ro got his diagnosis at 16 months, I started researching like a Mad-Mama on crack for anything and everything that would help with some of the digestive problems that he was having – a common problem for many on the spectrum.

We found natural alternatives to prescription medicine for constipation, runny poopies, gas, yeast, thrush and everything else under the sun that your gut might be suffering from.  See my post on coconut and kombucha for two of our favorites that we still use.

After we got Ronan moving (so to speak) with that issue, I resolved to tackle the sleep deprivation that we all were suffering from – another ASD commonality. 

We tried magnesium citrate, which is supposed to calm one down, but instead, Ro bounced off the walls well into the wee hours of the morning.  We tried melatonin, and this worked at first, but then it wore off after an hour or so of sleep, and Ro was whiny and grumpy the next day. 

I got the advice to try 5-htp, an amino acid that supposedly  boosts serotonin without all of the nasty SSRI side effects.  I was too afraid to give it to Ro, but I filed it away for future possibilities anyway. 

I have been reading more about it this disgusting winter, because I have a nice little case of SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) going on.  Hmm, 5-htp might help with this, AND it’s reported to help with appetite suppression and sleep, too!  Mama likey!

I went to Whole Foods yesterday and bought some.  Last night before bed, I took a small dose.   I had a nice night with the boys, and we all fell asleep peacefully.  A short time later, I was awoken by SATAN hovering over me. No, it wasn’t Ro or Lowie having a night terror, it was the actual SATAN with horns and hooves, sitting on my chest and bellowing demonic things into my face. 

After a couple of horrifying minutes of crying desperately for someone to help me, I woke up in a sweat with my heart racing.  Ok, it was just a nightmare – the most vivid and terrifying one I’ve ever had, but still, a nightmare.  Babies were okay, so I went back to sleep.

A few minutes later, I was being chased by a very angry Indian dwarf, whose one very insistent goal in life was to kick me repeatedly in the shins.  No idea what I did to him, but it was not good.

After I outran the pissed-off small person, I was bombed in Target by KGB agents in giant bug-like helicopters, got stuck in a basement with 10,000 blood-sucking “Food of the Gods” size ticks, lost Ronan and Loudon repeatedly in a maze of gray hallways, and for the grand finale, my mother’s ghost, complete with fangs and yellow eyes, crawled out of my bathtub “The Ring” style. 

Hmm, Mama missed the little section that listed nightmares as one of the brief side-effects that should improve within a week or so.  They suggest lowering the dose if you experience vivid dreams. 

  I guess Mama needs to lower the dose tonight. 

If I make it through without heart failure, I’ll let you know who tries to kill me tonight in the morning.   If it actually works to help with bitchy, Winter-hating Mamas who have to lose a few pounds, it might be worth a few nights of visits from El Diablo!!




Try it, if you dare!!!!

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