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2011-08-19T23:18:00.000-04:00

Something I wrote for Facebook a while ago.

2010-08-14T03:07:00.001-04:00

I though I would put this on as I am to tired tonight to put up more.

Just a note before reading this. Just note that I view my sister to be the MOST influential person in my life. This work is not finished and I have a lot more I want to put in. I guess what I really want is to share some of the experiences I have had, and even more... to externalize my words so that I can always view my thoughts of yesterday tomorrow. I am very lucky to have Scarlet in my life, even though it has been tough, I am so glad to have lived the life I have. This work is unfinished. I have yet to add more. I reflect best when I am behind a computer and typing what I feel. Vocal words always betray me, so I must hope that written words will not.

Many people would like to say that autism is a world, its own separate world in which those affected by it are in their own world and do not see the world as we do. And for some, this may be true, but to me, as a sister to someone with Autism, I believe that autism is not a separate world, but the same world seen differently.

To my sister at least, Autism is having the body of an 11 year old and the mindset of an 6 year old and the vocabulary use of a 3 year old. It means, that she knows what she wants, but has not the means to achieve it... which really means... pulling me out of my bed, down the stairs, and to the car, whether or not I have shoes on, and I quite doubt she would care if I had clothes on whenever she wants to go to Macdonald's. It also means telling her 'no' will become world war 3 in which you may be under attack from an 11 year old who really wants her nuggets, fries and a pack of cookies.

How she learned it, is beyond me, but it was about 3 years ago when my family realized that my sister had somehow inherited perfect fighting skills and knew how to throw perfect painful punches as well as kicks, bites and how to pull your hair and to not let go. Now add this with an 11 year old girl who has decided that the world will end without cookies... chances are... you will have realized that this adds to an atomic bomb being set off at my house... and then if you do the math... you officially get my family.

Scarlet is her name, and she was diagnosed with Severe autism. Now when most people think of kids with Autism, they assume that it is a kid that sits in a corner all day and rocks back and forth... and yes... my sister does rock back, as evidenced in all of the couches she has broken in our house, and the way our car rocks back and forth as we drive or sit idle in the car as people look at our car and wonder if we have pimped out our car to rock back in forth in the fashion we do. Our couches have been so abused by the 11 year old that I literally had to tear the back open of two of our couches and put in more screws... Our couches, which had been new 2 years ago, are the equivalent of 11 year old couches that have had bats taken to the back support frame. Think of Tekken but to the back of a couch. If you don't believe me I am willing to take pictures of the inner back frames of our couches....

So if there is one thing I have learned in life... NOTHING is Scarlet Proof... you cannot buy any kind of warranty to protect from Scarlet damage... and although I think this should be covered under Hurricane damage, our insurance, and the insurance on the couches didn't cover the damages to the couches, cars, to us...... to our dog... which she has bitten several hundreds of times....

Now... to understand this... you have to understand the death look that my 11 year old sister has learned... now imagine your most sinister super villian... and imagine years of practice, and imagine the fear that impales your body when you realize that she is going to charge you with her teeth bare and fingers poised in a way you would expect a harpie to come at you.... all because she wants a new shirt after having just have changed her shirt 5 minutes ago... The shirt is completely clean.... and... somehow, even though she picked out the shirt herself after a couple of punches and biting of herself and others... she wants another one. Now, we have never watched the incredible hulk at our house, but somehow, this gene must be recessively passed amount all humans because if Scarlet realizes that she really does not want a shirt, she will cast doom on the shirt and after a certain period of time, will carry out the doom sentence and rip the shirt in such a way I find new ways to be surprised that a shirt can be ripped in so many different directions that would make Lady Gaga look in awe at my sister and name a new clothing line in her honor called Le Hulk.

......More to come....
* the execution of Barbie
* Macdonald's owns my soul
* Dog al la carte
* The Hurricane that came to visit

Rantings of a sister of an Autistic Cookie Monster

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Something I wrote for Facebook a while ago.