Finding my voice

April is 1432_49520321773_1228_nAutism Awareness Month. For those who have an autistic loved one, every day is about understanding autism.

Today is my brother’s birthday. He’s 47. Since we didn’t grow up together, I don’t speak much about him. In my early twenties, I began therapy as I had much anxiety about the future and the immense responsibility of being his caregiver once my parents died. Therapy was a journey towards finding my voice and living in my truth. I’ve tucked away an unfinished book about the obligation/love of a sibling for her older brother whom she’s never known, except through old family photos and occasional trips to the Philippines. And I’m still on that journey.

I am tenderly sensitive to those living with autism — parents, siblings, and those who have autism.

My brother, Michael, doesn’t have a voice. But not being able to speak is not the same as not having something to say. I am heartbroken that I don’t know my brother or his voice.

Even in my silence
I wish to tell him,
You will always by my brother,
and I love you.
Happy birthday, Michael.

May hope, joy and peace embrace those who listen to the silence and voice of autism.

Wherever in your life you might be muted, how do you find your voice?

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