My brother

Today I am writing to tell about the best and worse things I've experienced while on the spectrum.


  • One day in 2015 my parents suddenly decided to get together again and then in 2016 get remarried this caused a lot of the change in my life which does not go well while having Autism. However having my mom around me everyday rather than every weekend also helped make things better. In 2017 my older brother joined the army and I went up to see him off. As soon as it was done and over and he was finally on his way to basic training I cried my eye balls out we were never really that close but we started to get closer and closer before he left. But when he left I was afraid I wouldn't see him again for a long time. Fortunately for me that time went by quick. I went to his graduation from basic training riding with his Wife my sister in law all the way to south south Carolina. I was so happy to see him again but being in a very crowded place was making it hard for me to do anything. I then rode up with him and his wife to Virginia so he could continue his training. He was then allowed a weekend leave before officially starting at his new post. So my brother decided we were going to DC. Which I was so excited about. Without my brother I really don't know what I would do. 

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