Justin put his head against the wall. He moved it away, and then placed it back. He moved it away, and then placed it back. He moved it away, and then placed it back. For about twenty minutes straight he did this over and over. He then walked over to the other wall, tripping along the way, and began to do the same thing over there. His mother sighed, having watched him alternate walls about seven times.

She was very careful around him. Things that most people would enjoy, such as a hug or kiss from their parents were unwelcome and distressing to Justin. She never did anything unnecessary around him, such as turning off an unneeded light, for fear of a tantrum. But, unfortunately, he needed constant supervision, or else he could get himself killed.

Eventually, Justin stopped, walked toward the middle of the room, turned to face her, and sat down, staring up at her. His expression was blank, his mouth opened slightly. This was a sign he was trying to tell her something, but she could hardly ever figure it out.

After about three seconds of waiting for a response, Justin screamed. He rolled over and over to one side before standing up, rushing toward the door and attempting to head butt it. His mother managed to prevent him from doing so, but this angered him even more. His face a rosy red, he began squirming violently before exhausting his energy. He promptly fell asleep on the floor. His mother carefully took him into his room and placed him on his bed.

The next day, a Saturday, Justin sat in his chair, strapped to it for his own safety. He kept pointing toward a wall and mumbling something incoherent, confusing his parents. He had never done this before.

They watched as, after about three seconds from when he began pointing, he began to scream again. However, cried out something similar to what one would normally call a word.

“Cumumutel! Cumumutel!”