It was a warm fall day, I sat with Evan on the porch and drew with chaulk. He would make upside down "e" doodles, and make little lines, evenly spaced, across the rail. He haddn't tried to speak in a few months, but I talked to him like normal anyway. The way he wouldn't look at me, or anyone for that matter, made me wonder if the words were getting through. I said "I like that picture!", "that's a good color!", to his little doodles, and gave him another color. "TING-TING-TING", went the chaulk, as he threw it angrily. He only would have one thing at a time, and me giving him the extra chaulk had upset the balance. "WWAAAAAaaa!!!" he wailed, as he spun in circles. "Come tell Daddy what's wrong", "it's OK", I said as I knelt down to comfort him. "Talk to Daddy buddy, why don't you talk to Daddy?". "I DON'T WANNA TALK!" The words fell from his mouth so matter-of-factly. I was stunned! As the tears welled up in my eyes, he walked up to me, gave me a big hug, and looked at me like he didn't understand either.
Since this day we have made much progress. We've reached almost 180 from where he was. Do your research, be persistant, their in there.