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Testimonials

PTSD Treatment Success

During my service in the U.S. Army I sustained multiple concussions and have been diagnosed with PTSD. After neurofeedback, I have noticed improved mental abilities and less symptoms. What I like most is that the process is drug free and easy to self administer. Thank you! - Howard H., Lieutenant Colonel (Retired), US Army

 

Traumatic Brain Injury Therapy

We are seeing so many improvements. They are little things, like thoughts, recognition, memory, coordination (hitting a softball harder than I have seen over the past 5 years...not since aug. 28th 2005 the day before her accident.) Yes they may appear little, small steps, but they are giant leaps in our book. - Troy

 

I am a retired professional athlete from the NFL and have had the pleasure of working with Dr. Berman since October of 2013. I sought treatment for many residual effects from my professional football career, the most noticeable symptoms were headaches, long distance vision, and loss of short term memory. I experienced multiple concussions while playing football throughout my career especially as a professional athlete. When I first began neurofeedback training, I did not know what to expect and was skeptical because of the noninvasive approach to retraining my brain to function effectively. After just five months I have found improvement in my memory, long distance color distinction and also improvement in my speech patterns. I do not suffer with headaches, I no longer struggle to complete sentences because I could not “find the right word” and I am able to remember tasks better than before neurofeeback training. I will continue working with Dr. Berman and Quietmind Foundation to improve my brain functioning and overall improvement in my mental health. Tim Massaquoi

 

Neurofeedback Therapy Results

In my work, I am required to take many handwritten notes over the course of many hours. I am a Judge and must take as accurate notes as I can, so that I can use them in making my decisions. Over the course of several years, my handwriting started to deteriorate to the point at which it was illegible even to me. I was examined by the best hand experts in Philadelphia, where neurological and nerve conductions studies were conducted. The results were negative, meaning that there was no medical cause for this problem. I was therefore diagnosed with "focal dystonia", meaning disorganization of the hand. No other use of the hand was affected. I was able to type, thread needles and otherwise do all manner of fine finger manipulations. I was referred to a physical therapist who specialized in treating persons with hand impairments. After six months of attempted traditional cures, such as exercises, strengthening and the like, it was concluded that my problem had no cure. I had no other choice but to learn to write with my non-dominant hand. Try that yourself some time; you won't like it.

 

So I began the tortuous regimen of learning to write with the wrong hand. I was making no headway. I kept thinking that my mind just does not want to do this. Out of frustration during one treatment session, for no explicable reason, I stopped trying to mimic the perfect A, B, C, etc., and simply freehanded letters with my nondominent hand. They actually seemed somewhat legible. Then, again, for no explicable reason, I closed my eyes and continued writing. Legibility improved. Now, I was going to really mix things up. I closed my eyes and began writing with the hand that couldn't write. When I opened my eyes, I was dumbfounded to see that the writing, although large, was fairly legible. When the therapist came over to check on me, I gave her a demonstration. She was one step ahead of me. She asked me to look up at her (I was seated) and use my disorganized hand to write what she dictated while looking up at her and not on the paper. It worked! Was I cured? Was this a fluke? Let's push this envelope.

 

She then told me to write what she dictated, with the dysfunctional hand, but while looking at the page. Disaster. The hand wouldn't do it. There was something about looking at the piece of paper that overcame my ability to write legibly. It wasn't any optical deficiency. We knew there wasn't any neurological deficiency. What could possibly explain this phenomenon?

 

Needless to say, taking notes at a trial with one's eyes closed does not instill confidence in the litigants. As serendipity would have it, I soon ran into an old friend, Marvin Berman, Ph.D. in the frozen food section of the supermarket. We chatted, he asked how things were going, and I told him the tale of my wayward hand. He jumped for joy and said, "that's fantastic". When images of Dr. Frankenstein started popping into my mind, I responded, skeptically, "how so"? He then told me about the practice of neurofeedback therapy, his speciality, which studied the brain patterns of persons with afflictions such as dementia, Alzheimer's, ADD, none of which involved chemical imbalances (such as forms of schizophrenia, depression, etc.). He wanted to read my brain. Read my brain? Isn't that like reading my email? Who knows what's in there; and do we really want to know?

 

OK. Having nothing to loose but the recourse of a lobotomy, I had Dr. Berman "read" my brain. Simply put, the patterns of my brain waves could be read on a computer and compared with normal brain patterns. I flunked. How do you flunk a brain waive test? Simple: have it tested. Then, watch it in action as it drives the wrong way.

 

Well, now I know that I was dropped on my head as a child and that explains why 60 years later, I can no longer write. Not that easy. Dr. Berman wanted to "retrain" my brain patterns to see if that had anything to do with my inability to write legibly. Again, visions of Dr. Frankenstein. But then, what have I got to lose? Well, possibly both hands, but I was desperate.

 

So he had me watch a movie or listen to music that dropped in volume whenever my brain activity went outside of the ranges he setup in the computer. Did it a few more times. Then one morning, at the start of a trial, I began writing legibly. Hmm. Is this voodoo? The placebo effect? The power of positive thinking? Encounters of the Third Kind?

 

That was two years ago. Since then, Dr. Berman has restored my legibility several times. You see, my brain has been able to do whatever it wanted to do for a long, long time. So, it doesn't take lightly to getting marching orders. But, after a couple of "booster shots" of neurofeedback therapy every year, it's like riding a bike. Whatever brain patterning lasted for all those decades, seem to rise to the occasion and take the other fork in the road--the right one.

 

Thank you Doc. for introducing me to my brain. It's about time I got to know it. - Hon. Stephen Bosch