I was really surprised when I found a few panels of a comic strip that I must have drawn, about my brother, Michael. Mike is very low functioning, autistic and non-verbal. There is only one date in the notebook in which I scribbled my crude sketches. It dates to nearly 10 years ago. I had no recollection of drawing them, although it is starting to come back to me. No one else could have drawn them. Are my memories just constructed based on that fact? That’s another story.
I think I was trying to figure something out about myself, using the dynamics of my family’s interactions as a starting point.