Autism
...ild, born one month ago, and boy has our family life changed since his arrival, let me lead you through a week with my family. There is no difference in the days of the week in my family. It is the same deal every single day, there is no escaping it either. Well I have to be at school by nine o’clock, most of the time, that doesn’t happen. Unless I walk there, which I don’t prefer to do, basically because I really dislike walking through the trailer park, where we live, by myself, even though it is light out, I just can’t take it, bad area I guess you would say. Well I am usually woken up around six in the morning, always by my brother, ranting and raving, about god knows what, he doesn’t even know. So that gets me on the ball, he is pretty much an alarm clock. So I get up and take a shower, and I eat some cereal with a glass of milk. Then it’s my sister’s turn, and she is so incompetent that I have to pour her milk and cereal for her. But before I go to school I have to listen to my mother explain to me what is going on after school and how I am not supposed to see or talk to my father unless my mother is present. But the situation with my brother is different then if I had another younger brother. See I don’t understand his circumstances as well as I think I should, in a way it doesn’t bother me. But to see my mother the way she is day in and day out, is just horrifying. My mother can’t go to work until my grandmother arrives at our house. She hates my mother and my mother hates her, but there is no other choice, she has to baby-sit little Pedro, my mother needs to work to be able to support us. As of right now we pretty much live off of our grandmother, she is one of the wealthiest person I have ever known. She paid for our hotel bills, along with our car and our other bills that have put us into debt. My walk to school is usually a lonely one, I miss walking there everyday with my mother and father, those were the good old days but life has changed and so has my ways, It doesn’t bother me as bad as it used to. Once I get to school, a different chapter of my life begins, I don’t think about my family, or what will happen when my brother becomes old enough where he will have to attend school, I don’t know how that will be for him, or my family. I tend to my work, I am a very social child, I guess you would say, so I make conversation a lot. But school flies by, I mean it is almost like god wants me to be with my little brother more. So once that bell rings I rush home, and I actually can’t wait to greet him and my grandmother. As I walk up to the door, I can already hear screaming, but once I walk in- Pedro seizes his screaming. I hold him in my arms for a few brief moments, until he wets himself or something...