I was looking though some pictures today. (No surprise there, I’m either looking through old pictures, old writings, old… doesn’t-matter-what as long as it’s old and in my past.) I have boxes and boxes of photos of my big brother Mike. He is autistic, low functioning and has never spoken. I don’t even know what I’m looking for in my permanent collection of ephemera. Perhaps I’ll find a picture, writing or a whatever that will give me the answer that I don’t have, to a question I can’t formulate. It’s a habit, like buying lottery tickets, and the odds are about the same that I’ll find what I’m looking for. But let me digress… please let me digress from this depressive tack.
Picture of Mike and Dad
This is the picture I found.
I must have been wrestling with the inconceivable notion that someone could find similarity between Mike and me. I made the annotation underscoring my incredulity at that thought. Then I started manipulating the image with the indelible sharpie. When I finished drawing glasses on Mike, and giving him a beard, the answer was clear. The picture below is from another post.
Picture of me from another post
But when I placed my picture on top of Mikes, well….
I stand corrected.
Thank you for making me smile. It’s a scary thought whenever I think of how much I resemble my own parents, considering the tension that has always existed between us. So I sympathise with you in not wanting to find comparisons so that you don’t have to ask yourself that inevitable question as to whether you are also alike in other ways. Terrifying thought! 🙂
Have a great weekend!