There Is Hope

So just a few minutes ago, I was reading one of my e-mails and found out that the teacher that helped me start this blog has set up a meeting for him and I to attend sometime at the end of August with a group called Parents Of Special Children to try and get a support started  for kids my age with siblings with autism! This is what we have been trying to get accomplished for quite some time now and it looks like all of our hard work is finally paying off. Not only will this be good for me, but will help so many people in my community as well! My prayers have been answered and I owe all of this to Mr. Leece. Without him, none of this would have gotten accomplished and the hole concept of a blog, or even a support group would be nothing but a dream. I am forever in debt to him for this is such a huge step for not only me but everyone who has ever had a dream to start a program but never knew how and never thought that they could do it. Well, to all those people out there who are reading this, you can do it. I was in your shoes once, thinking that the notion of starting something so remarkable would never work, but it looks as if it is working! Never be afraid to chase a dream because you feel as if it is to far-fetched or may never work. Because you will never know until you try (:  

The Worst Idea EVER!

Okay so this post has nothing to do with my brother or my day, it has to do with my pure hatred for tumblr. I personally think it is a waist of time. The point of a blog is to write and express yourself in the most least judgmental place possible, not stupid pictures. It bothers me when people try to act sooo deep and emotional on tumblr just by using pictures. Like come on seriously? That not a blog. Thank you for listening. (: 

JUST SNAP OUT OF IT ALREADY!

So about a week or two ago my brother started summer school. He has been going to summer school since he was about three years old and has never had a problem with it. The summer school he goes to is more along the lines of a day camp then school. They going swimming, play on the playground, but also incorporate academics in there somehow. Yesterday at 7:05am when my mom crept up the stairs to quietly wake up my brother she saw that he was already dressed and watching t.v, so she went back down stairs. When its was time to brush his teeth she went upstairs to get him. Justin usually has a fit when it comes to brushing his teeth but today's tantrum was extra dramatic. My mother had to physically drag my 10 year old brother down the stairs as hes screaming and flailing his arms around on the way down at 7:30 in the morning waking me up. Eventually, after many agonizing minutes of hassle just to brush his teeth the task was completed. By this time i was wide awake and had dragged myself out of bed and plopped on the living room sofa. A few minutes later i hear Justin screaming and crying by the front door like a 6 year old child. Obviously, my brother is not a six year old child and sometimes I forget that his brain doesn't have a grasp on the concept that when you are 10 years old you are obligated to act your age. I guess the hole tantrum started because he finally realized that he has to go to school, but my sister and i dont. He wrapped his mind around the notion that if he yells loud enough and acts so out of control, then he doesn't have to go to summer school. It honestly was one of the most embarrassing things Ive ever witnessed in my own house. He was on the ground kicking and screaming all because he didnt want to go to school. It just doesn't seem fair that he can just act his age! Its hard to want to take him anywhere because if he doesn't get what he wants then he just throws himself around. I often forget that it isn't his fault, and i often loose control and snap. I yell at him begging him to JUST SNAP OUT OF IT ALREADY!!! but in all reality, i know that wont happen. It breaks my weary heart to know think that what if he acts like this forever, what if im stuck with a 6 year old brother for the rest of my life? At this point we dont really have much of a choice but to deal with it. I enjoy and cherish every moment with Justin, but when i look at other 10 year old boys, I get a little depressed because i just want Justin to enjoy his life to the fullest, but then i smile to myself and realize that he will, just in his own special way (: