Well... the thing about autism is that the ones suffering from it are basically closed up in their own world and the way they perceive their surroundings is very different from how normal people do it. Sammy was a boy you couldn't talk to, couldn't even maintain eye contact with for any period of time — even his parents had problems with something as simple as touching him.
[ Does this sound even the slightest bit familiar? Cause it should. ]
He played the piano though and that ended up being the way we got through to him. I set up a simple system of different notes meaning yes or no and that way he could answer some of our questions.
[ Still not the end of the story and she can probably sense the emotion creeping into his voice. This time he needs no prompting to continue. ]
After a little while he started playing a song... the song I was playing when you came in, actually. I asked him about it and then he just... reached down, took my hand, placed my fingers on the keys and showed me how to play it.