My StoryI have a brother two years younger than me with aspergers syndrome. When I started Primary School my brother would act really strange all the time. He'd have a really short temper and he'd be obsessed about one thing madly. Since he was only four we didn't care that he was really immature because all four year olds are crazy and silly. So we'd shake off any ideas.
But then when he was about seven and I was nine he was still acting like that except the symptoms were getting worse. On top of what he was like when he was younger he was a fussy eater he'd cry at something really tiny and he would act really weird. I used to have heaps of friends but then Sean came to the school and people started talking about him and me. Becuase I was the sibling of the weirdest person in school. He'd come up to me and embarrass me in front of all of my friends and then after my "friends" would start teasing me really meanly. I tried to tell my parents about what was happening except they'd just want me to be more mature about it and they'd say I was lucky to have a brother at all. They didn't care about how I was feeling. They were only worried about my brother. They didn't care if I was crying or anything.
From then on until now that I am 14 I lost my friends and I became really quiet at school. I got bullied a lot and I was too scared to tell my parents. I was saying to them that I had friends but my mum would always wonder why I never asked anyone over or anyone would invite me over but I had to make up these lame excuses. I got depression but I haven't told anyone. Sometimes I would feel so horrible that I would want to commit suicide.
At home my parents would favour my brother all the time and blame me for everything. He'd lie saying I did something wrong when I didn't do anything. he would cry all the time and he would do really gross things like pick his nose and eat it, he would go outside and take off his clothes so he was just in his undies and fly around with a cape pretending he was Captain Underpants. He takes little toys off the ground and starts sucking on them. he hits me all the time and once he broke my arm. Did my parents punish him? No. They'd congratulate him for saying sorry even when he didn't mean it. One day he licked water straight off the trampoline and he drinks out of the shower. And you don't want to know what he does when he goes to the toilet. He is 12 and he is getting even worse. Nearly every night I cry about it in my room and I have even been fake crying at school to get sympathy from someone for once. I ask what did I do to deserve this torture? Why me? Out of everyone in our school with normal brothers and sisters why me? I have begun to hate my parents and my brother and I don't love them anymore. I want to run away but I don't have anywhere to run to. Noone cares about me and noone understands. No matter how many people say they understand they don't. Not unless you have a sibling as bad as mine. But then you can't help because you will be stuck in the same situation as me. But then people with normal siblings could help if they understood. But they'll never understand no matter what because they haven't lived with a sibling like that and they will never know what it's like. Noone can help anyone like me. I hate my life and it's such a screw up. Since noone can help I'll be living like this for the rest of my life. I'm too scared about the future and all the time I've felt like I've been robbed of my life. I hate it so much.