Mike in the Suburbs, from ‘My Brother Michael’
I’m really glad that I talked to Mom and Dad about Mike. If I hadn’t written it down at the time, I would have forgotten what they told me.
I’m really glad that I talked to Mom and Dad about Mike. If I hadn’t written it down at the time, I would have forgotten what they told me.
The photo on this page was taken on one of our camping trips. I have to give Mom and Dad credit; it must have been an awful strain to take three kids, camping, not to mention taking care of the Mike‘s special needs. Mike seems to be peering at the photographer (probably Dad), but the […]
Mom must have taken this picture of Dad, Mike and me (I’m on the left). This was before Dave was born so it must be around 1954, 1955. Mom and Dad said that they knew that Mike was different very early on, even though he was their first child. Autism was just beginning to be […]
This image may not make sense out of context. This scrapbook, that covers some of Mike’s days as a toddler, ends abruptly with a photo corner just about to fall off the page. This echoes the baby book that Mom and Dad started just after Mike was born.
Here are some pictures from Mike‘s toddler days. You can see my dad’s father and my mom’s mother hold Mike as a baby. Dad is trying to interest Mike in the piano. Mike seems to be having fun with mom in one of the photos.
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: […]
When I look at this album, particularly these pictures, I get the impression that Mike was struggling. There’s no one left to ask if this was true. From what I know, signs of autism don’t show up this early. On the other hand, the person who assembled the scrapbook may have been the one struggling. […]
(When one opens the book, these pages are side-by-side.