I’ve been reading a lot of stories about the success of many parents who have struggled to communicate with their autistic children. It is heartwarming indeed, to know that their efforts and frustrations have culminated in discovering that their loved one is a fellow human being with something to say, something to learn, something to contribute. Having the patience, sensitivity and fortitude to allow for a different pace and path of development is as miraculous as the emergence of the buried intelligence.
However, there is no buried intelligence in some individuals; none that will ever be accessible to the rest of us at any rate. This is true unfortunately, of my brother. My father always hoped that he would ‘snap out of it’. Both my parents tried very hard. Nothing ever changed. Were the methodologies available in the 1950s inadequate? Certainly they were. If my brother were born today, would his outcome be different? I doubt it.
I beg to be proven wrong. I wish that there were a way to craft a special key, wave a magic wand or incant a particular phrase that could enable two-way communication with those who are unreachable. When I refer to a ‘buried intelligence’, I am not even talking about a high degree of intelligence. If there is communication, there can be meaningful interaction.
Speaking strictly about my own wish to communicate with my brother, the best I can do is to make believe there is a connection. I’m a person who needs verification, so this is tough for me.