My uncle went to his grave insisting that he had a secret cure for autism, all made of nutrition and allergy treatment. His pursuit of alternative medicine, M.D., Ph.D., and devotion to far-right-wing politics got him invited to present his scientific results twice to the same group--the Vatican.
I tried hard to find some salvagable science in his work when I saw him last, but the stuff he was getting ready to publish was video of testimonials from 5 parents of partially-recovered autistics. It was eery how similar the kids were once they became verbal--they all spoke in run-on sentences, they all had memorized the planets in the solar system, they all had short attention spans. A brief check on the web showed me that a certain number of autistic kids spontaneously recover. My uncle's stuff-planned-for-publication didn't include any mention of that, nor the all-important demosntration that MORE kids recovered through his treatment.
His offices were about a mile from the JREF. He swore by the Counterfeit Detector Pen, and insisted it had found him some fake money--which might also have been real money spray-starched by none other than J.R. He was terrified of fruits and vegetables except for those labeled "organic", but meats were all okay in his book. A heart attack took him down suddenly.