No one really wants to admit the fact that their special needs sibling embarrasses the heck out of them sometimes. They don’t want to admit that because we’re “supposed” to be better than that. There is a constant pressure to be better than “outsiders”. When were we assigned that role?! I don’t feel as though I was raised any differently than anyone else, so how is it that I magically don’t feel that twinge of shame when my brother is singing happy birthday to me in the gym six months after my birthday or making a fuss over food…?

That is what we always fight over–food. It is the common enemy in my family. My mom thinks it stems from my brother’s childhood when his body was deprived and could not get enough nutrients to itself. So now we have at least two battles daily about my brother eating too much. It’s embarrassing to tell my friends why when I leave my brother alone, we have to literally lock the refrigerator and not have that much food in the pantry or the garage fridge. It’s embarrassing when we went to my extended family’s house for Christmas dinner and my brother insisted on taking food home. Am I NOT supposed to feel this humiliation because I’m used to it? Does anyone ever get used to feeling embarrassed? I can’t control the actions of my brother or the reactions of others around us. I can only control myself and how I am. But I can’t be feel that angry welt in my stomach when my brother starts to act up. Why does he have to be that way sometimes?! I’m tired of just pretending like it doesn’t matter or that I’m not bothered by it. Sometimes, I feel like I’d rather just sit down and cry.

I’m supposed to not be bothered and I’m supposed to not care about it because I’m his sister and I should be used to it. At least, that’s what it seems like the world wants from me.

What about what I want?

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