They say it's hard to be the parent of someone with Autism
But no one thinks about the siblings
The abuse, the lack of attention, the constant distance
We raise ourselves for the most part
Being the sibling can be just as tough
As the youngest of two, being "normal" was different
I had less outbursts, I wasn't so fussy
That doesn't mean I needed less attention
I was left to my own accord more often than not
Constantly left to learn things on my own
My achievements going unnoticed
All attention went towards his bad behaviour
Pretending was my only option as a child
Nothing was wrong, everything was just fine
Despite the cops in the yard and another broken window
It was a hard, yet necessary facade to keep
The abuse was hard but normal
Lack of attention from one parent, another too protective
The sibling, her son, was the worst of them all
Theft, violence, sexual assault, bruises, lost teeth
Thinking back now, no one ever really knew
He knew enough to not leave too noticeable bruises
Lost teeth was normal at my age
Mental scars can't be seen by the naked eye
How often lies were told is astounding
Despite how obvious it was, they believed him
My crying and screaming got me nowhere
He was the golden child because of his problems
My hatred only thrives from all of this
Why have me when you couldn't handle him
You ignored all the abuse he was dealing
And yet got mad at those who punished him
His theft and lies are getting worse with age
He's selling stolen items, breaking the law
Claiming things never happened after being caught
Constantly stealing other people's food in the middle of the night
You still never punish him, despite all this
Selling my stolen property got him a slap on the wrist
Constantly stealing food I bought myself gets nothing
How are you supposed to leash him when he does things?
I'm not allowed to leave the house with anyone
Unless you know them or they meet you in person
Yet he can go out and about with whomever
He leaves without telling anybody where or why
This bad parenting leaves me self loathing
It makes me actually hate being the normal child
Having a regularly functioning brain
It makes me sick to my stomach, this pointless envy
You weren't happy unless I was better than him
When I was failing due to depression, you screamed
If I cried or gained weight, you only lectured me for it
Yet he's getting fat and all you do is complain to me
He constantly abuses the animals, as well
Shoves the cats against the floor and drags them
Holds them against their will so they cry in pain
Yet I discipline one for being on the table and get scolded
The court ordered you to never leave him home alone with me
Yet it's all you ever seem to do
You don't obey the court since I hit 18
You don't care if he hurts me or kills me, do you?
Hearing his threats barely even offends you
He threatens constant violence and death
You do nothing about it, just let him be
I don't care if it's his mental health, he deserves punishment
I can't bear being at home because of him
You wonder why I want to leave the state
Why I always want to be everywhere but here
I can't mentally stay at home with that monster
A friend has a sibling who has the same form
He seems much more normal despite his Autism
They have the same branch, yet he's much nicer
He was scolded as a kid when he did something wrong
Claiming we'll get closer as we're older is a joke
The older we get, the farther I become
I want nothing to do with him, never have
Yet you keep trying to force it, driving me away
If I have any dirty dishes, I get a tongue lashing
Yet his room is full of wrappers and empty soda cans
Where's his punishment, why not treat us equally
Force him to clean his own messes up for once
The noise at night is hard to handle
You claim to unplug the Internet, but never do
How is anyone supposed to sleep when he's loud
You're a heavy sleeper, you don't care that I'm light
- Author: Cali Kittana (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 29th, 2019 18:50
- Comment from author about the poem: Sorry if this poem seems a bit clustered, it's more of a spill of emotions rather than a real piece. I wanted to get it out for Autism Awareness Month to show it's not all sunshine and puzzle pieces. It's a dark side of abuse and violence. I'm not sure if it seems done to me or not, but it's what I could get out before it got too hard to write.
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