I think this photo and the one I posted a week or so ago, are appropriate bookends, characterizing Mike’s life.
I thank all of you who have been reading my book for the past couple of months. This is the last of it. I hope you have taken something away from this presentation. best to all, Brother Jack
The scrapbook itself ends abruptly. Nothing after 1950. I imagine that my mother and my father were just too busy taking care of Mike. I ended this section with a snapshot from that era, of my big brother Mike by himself. This is the essence of autism: alone-ness. It is so hard to understand. [Note: […]
My brother Michael is unrecognizable in this portrait. I had not intended it this way, but it is oddly appropriate. Since Mike has never spoken and functions on a very low level, I don’t know much about him as a person. He is alien to me. As I have discussed in previous posts, seemingly ad […]