Through the eyes of an Autistic

Growing up I have experienced a lot. One being that I have a younger sibling named Asad who is high functioning autistic learner. Throughout the years I have watched my younger brother grow in a world that is cruel to some one of his nature.
When Asad was first diagnosed with asburgers syndrome the doctors told my mother that he could in fact learn how to read, write, and even speak and then there were those who said that he would never learn how to talk, read, write, or do any normal activity like most “normal” children do. At first it was a shock to hear something like your child has autism or your child isn’t “normal” so there for don’t bother even trying to educate him. But then my mother got fed up with all the critics and doctors who said that her son would never be a “normal” child, person, or human being. My mother was determined to make sure that my young brother would have every academic opportunity just like a “normal” child.
So that meant that she needed to contact a lot of doctors and specialist and teachers and so on and so on. My mother’s goal was to educate her son. Get him to read, get him to write, get him to talk. Now the talking took some time but eventually he started, and we haven’t been able to get him quiet ever since. The next step in the process was to get his anger and frustration under control. That was the hardest thing to do. When he didn’t want to do an activity that teacher assigned for him he would what’s commonly known as a tempertantrume. At one point they had to evacuate the class room during one of his fits.
Once we were able to control his anger, it seemed like everything else just fell into place. He began to learn reading, writing, mathematics, history, and science. He began to brush his teeth on his own, and he also began to dress himself on his own (with out getting angry).
Now it seems like he’s a “normal” person. He no longer has his tempertampturmes or has to be in the EC class room. Now he is a freshman in high school and he even joined the art club. And now I am proud to say that Asad is my brother and I am his sister.