One of the hardest parts of retiring was moving across the country with a lifetime of accumulated…. s*uff. I, to this day, still have an issue letting go of things. At some point letting go will be a must… I’m working up to it gradually… very gradually.
I recently came across this ‘comic book’ that I made shortly after I retired. I still have some of these issues more than 10 years later.
My father was most patient with Mike. Mom took Mike’s withdrawal from everything personal. I rode the middle ground: patient to a point, then withdrawing, thinking that something in me failed to reach Mike. I had an element of If-I-Keep-On-Trying-ness about me. I still wish I could have reached my big brother.
This is the 4th page of my short comic sketch: I’m My Own Worst Enemy. I did this a couple of years before I started my blog, which concentrated on my older brother, Mike, who is autistic, nonverbal and low functioning.
Below is the third page of my comic book that synopsizes my childhood as the brother of an autistic, low functioning, nonverbal person. I always wanted to help out. My parents had a rough time of it.
This is the second page of my short comic “I’m My Own Worst Enemy“, about a bit of life as a sibling of a nonverbal, low functioning, autistic brother.
I made a small comic book a couple of years before I started my blog. The original mission of my blog was to document my experience as the sibling of my older autistic, low functioning, nonverbal brother. I had a lot of writings, photographs, sketches and thoughts to share, which you can see in my […]