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my brother
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8:45am, Jun 12th 2008
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I am a sister of two boys. The oldest Mike is living on his own so it's just me and Matt, the middle child or the one you call retarded. Everyday I go out and hang out with my brother people stare. I hear people mimic his stims. I see people copy his hand motions. I hear people laugh. I see people point. I hear people's words. I see people's gestures. It kills me to hear and see this happen. My brothers defenseless, if someone were to come up and beat him he would take it. If someone were to come in his face and yell at him or make rude remarks he would take it. And why? Because he's different, well so is everyone else no ones the same, there is no normal or not normal. But people have to be scared to learn new things; people have to hide behind words because there scared of something new. Yes, my brother does have autism but no he's not retarded. Everyday I get to go home and see him sit in his head and know that he can't really have a life because he's "retarded" and it's not fair. I go to school and I hear people say retarded like it's a bad thing, and I hear people say it about my brother and it's not okay. Its not at all okay, I am very hurt by people everyday. He's my brother I am there for him, he's there for me. Why does he get dirty/weird stares? Why does he get mimicked? Why does he get stared at? Why does he get laughed at? If I could I would ask for me to get the dirty/weird looks, the mimics, the stares, the laughs, the points, the words. I personally think it would be less pain for me. It really does break me heart because I love my brother very much and I know him but no one will take the chance to get to know him. He hears and understands everything that everyone says. He can laugh and make me laugh and he can have a good time. He can cry when he's sad, and yell when he's mad. He can run and play sports; he can sit in a class room and read and write. He can draw pictures. He listens to music. He drinks soda, and eats junk food. He watches movies, he plays on the computer. He tells us how he feels, he tells us what he wants. When someone's in his way he says excuse me. He loves stuffed animals, he loves classical music. He loves Disney movies. He goes to the mall and the movies or if it's hot then the beach. He wears jeans and sweatshirts or whatever he feels like wearing. He's just Matt, not retarded just Matt. |
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6:39am, Jun 19 2008 |
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how touching |
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