Mom’s search for a place for Mike was long and arduous. In the 1950s, medical professionals were not accustomed to take care of individuals with my brother’s condition. Mike is autistic (a relatively unknown condition at that time), low functioning (using the parlance of the time: ‘retarded’), and nonverbal. He was placed at Willowbrook, an […]
Dad must have taken this photo. I wonder were Mike was… I wish we still had that 1949 Chevy.
Trigger warning: When I wrote this, I was using the parlance of the 1950s. No disrespect is intended.