My brother can’t talk. He can say some things, but he can’t really hold a conversation. He says full sentences such as “I want a taco.”
I went on a school trip last week to the middle of nowhere, New Mexico. I’m not sure how wide spread Autism is out there, but I was pretty sure nobody knew what was going on with one of our girls.
This girl can talk. Actually, all she does is talk and she doesn’t really say anything. She says things like, “I have a seizure disorder,” and “Was it mine or yours?” all the time. She’ll say it over and over and over again. I know how to tune things out after 13 years of living with an autistic boy, but when it’s actual language it is sort of different.
Sometimes I wonder what my brother would say to people if he could talk. How much would it freak people out? My mom and I laugh about it a lot. My brother does things like shove his coke glass at waiters when he wants more to drink. The look on the waiter’s face is pretty classic when he does that stuff.
Sometimes though, when he does things like announce that he’s going to take a crap on the top of his lungs by yelling “Dump! Dump!” I think to myself, “Thank God he can’t talk.”