My autistic brother never spoke—but then he did something that brought me to tears. When my brother Keane was diagnosed with autism at age four, I was only seven. I didn’t fully understand it—just that he was different. Teachers told me he belonged with children “like him,” a phrase that confused and hurt me. Keane used to speak in bits and pieces, but by age four, he had stopped speaking completely.
Two years ago, after our mother passed away, I took Keane into my home. Sending him to a facility was never an option. Although my husband was hesitant at first, we both agreed Keane belonged with us.A few months ago, I gave birth to my son, Milo. One morning, while Milo was asleep, I took a quick bath. Keane sat by the window as usual, headphones on, focused on puzzles. Then I heard Milo cry—followed by silence.
