I did cross pattern creeping as a child, when people made me. I didn't much car for crawling around and around the dining room table. But my parents were convinced it would make me normal. They spent a certain amount of time beating themselves up for "letting" me walk too soon.
I was also supposed to walk like a chorus girl being a tin soldier, swinging the right arm, and the left leg, then left leg and right arm.
The crawling was a private affair, so if the grownups insisted, I crawled. I was not doing the silly walk! I got teased enough thank you.
That went double for the special sleeping position. A person's bed is her castle.
Learning disabled children are a tremendous disappointment. For the first four or five years of a child's life, you think you have a normal kid, maybe even a smart kid. Then he starts regular school, and struggles to get Cs. Instead of a genius who will make you proud, you get a high maintenance child for whom you have to make excuses.
So, some parents embrace unpleasant therapies. They promise that, eventually, you'll have a nice, normal child, and in the meantime, you can make her life miserable, for her own good.