I remember the infinitesimally thin, yet impenetrable barrier that kept me from reaching my brother Mike. This palpable feeling led to some kind of acceptance when I wrote this journal entry. It is odd that I did not complete the final sentence. I can’t, for the life of me, remember what my resolution was.
I accompanied Mike on a vacation with his group-home mates back in 1996. This was, to say the least, an interesting and eye-opening experience. I documented one of Mike’s peculiar behaviors in the two frames below. When I would give him some of my sandwich, he would toss it over his shoulder. I don’t know […]
I took a lot of photos of my brother beginning in the late 1980s. Here, I took one of Mike looking at one of his portraits. I’m not sure if he recognized himself.
In 1996, I had the opportunity to go with Mike, and members of his group home, on a vacation to Pennsylvania over the 4th of July holiday. My only responsibility was to take care of him. I never had so much stress in my life. I had to watch him every minute, change his clothes […]
This is the top view of the virtual world I made, a sort of museum. about my brother Mike, who was autistic, nonverbal and low functioning. I miss him.