Posts about my brother Mike.
When I saw Mike do the hand sign for ‘drink’, I was amazed. I never thought he could learn. His learning was temporary though. Just like some of his learning as a baby, this behavior disappeared after a little while.
This is an early entry into a photographic essay about growing up with an autistic sibling. The essay has expanded over the years, trying to engage the topic of communicating with those who can’t communicate back.
I would visit Mike often with Mom and Dad. Mike liked to walk in the park near the group home.
Mike must have been gone by this time. Mom made me this costume. I’m pretty sure it was for Halloween.
I wonder if Mike made the same noises as a toddler than he did later on in life.
