Hello. Hello to those who made it past the description. I am not a doctor. I cannot tell you, the reader, how to cope with this subject. I am not going to promote any coping mechanisms. I am just going to sit here and type out what I think could be helpful because why not. I always enjoy the possibility of making someone's say a bit easier, or just helping them get through a tough day. Anyway, enough with me rambling on, i guess we should get started.
Autism, What is Autism? It is a mental condition, present from early childhood, characterized by great difficulty in communicating and forming relationships with other people and in using language and abstract concepts. Not going to lie but that definition was copied and pasted onto here. I don't suffer from Autism. I have never displayed any possible sign of it. However my brother does. My brother is 21 years of age. He was diagnosed with mild Autism around 7 years ago. Now I can't possibly imagine what it is like for him, what he feels or thinks. All I know is that it is him. It is part of who he is and honestly, I wouldn't have him any other way. He's family. But I am not here to talk about what my brother feels, or who anyone else with the condition feels as it will only be impossible for me to do so. Therefore, I am here to talk about how it effects others within the suffer's life or surroundings.
I am about to tell you about the past seven years of my life and what it has exactly been like for me personally as someone living with a sufferer of this condition. Okay, around seven years ago, things about my brother started to change. For example his moods, his behavior towards others, his behavior inside and out side of the house. Even just the littlest things began to change. However the element that changed the most was his moods. I am aware that my brother was not in control of what he did, or what he will do in the future and I am fully aware that it certainly is not his fault. But when his mood began to change, it was as if he forgot he had a sister. My brother started getting more aggressive towards me. Slowly the verbal abuse reeled in and it honestly made me feel like shit. I felt like crap but I couldn't do anything about it as it was not his fault, he couldn't control his actions. After receiving more verbal abuse, I began to receive some physical abuse. Nothing too major but to me it hurt a lot, the emotional pain hurt the most. Every day I would receive a punch in the arm or a kick on the thigh or lower leg. My arm would get twisted backwards and my wrists would get crushed by his tight grip. He never hurt me to the point where I was bleeding or badly bruised, but the emotional pain hurt me to the point where I was having thoughts. Thoughts on running away and thoughts of what it would be like to be a single child. Now, I said that this would be honest but I had thoughts about what it would be like if I wasn't here anymore. If I wasn't living and breathing on this small planet. I'm not going to lie but I have thought that, and I can guarantee that others would have too.
Then one day, I stopped. I stopped thinking. I stopped crying. I stopped hoping for life to go away. I stopped because I thought to myself that whatever my brother may be doing, It is not going to be forever. One day I will move out of home, venture off around the world, go to college and university, get a nice job and start a family of my own. I will be set free of this grasp I was under. I also thought that it must be hard for him, having to take medication everyday, having to watch their loved ones crumble and fall. These things are what got me through it, Also knowing that I wasn't the only one in the world that was facing this problem. And that goes to you too. If you're reading this and relating to it, you are not alone, you most certainly are not. It may not be apparent to you yet but one day, the grey skies will clear, and a sea of blue will appear. Whoever you are, it will not last forever, it never will last forever, it just takes time. They say "patience is a virtue" and I can tell you now, that is true.
If you are reading this line right now then I applaud you. You have proven yourself to withstand my wittering. My story has come to a close. If you have related to any part of this story at all, then I will tell you, it gets easier, Slowly, but It does get easier. Well I believe it is 00:43 pm and I am very tired.
I hope that you found some comfort whilst reading this and will continue to do so.
Goodnight
Victoria x
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The reality of living with an Autistic sibling.
Não FicçãoAutism. It must be hard for whom who has it. It's only natural to feel sympathy for them. Having to live with a condition that lowers your ability to do certain things. Yes it must be hard. I couldn't possibly imagine how hard it must be. However I...
