I went through a period where I would write everything I was thinking in my journal, but I was too ashamed to show T, so I painted over the words and took him that. We got a lot out of it. And after a while, I could just show the words, and then I could speak them.

Being able to communicate through pictures and colors first really helped me--and im no artist, we are talking squiggles and stick figures, here. A lot of times, T would venture an interpretation,and I'd either agree or disagree. He'd try again, and eventually either get it right or I could squeeze a few words out to point him in the right direction. Communicating without words can be a real gift. I hope you find a way that helps you.