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My relation with my special brother

I’m living in a normal family. My father works as one of the bosses for a company, my mother owns a restaurant and we are three teenagers. It seems like we are just like any other ordinary Swedish family. But there is one special thing which isn’t really original, it happens in some families. Many people think it’s a problem, but I don’t. What’s special in my family is my brother.
My brother’s name is Oskar and he was born in early 1995. He looked just like other kids, but one specific thing was different about him. The doctors made the diagnosis Autism.
Autism is a development disturbance that makes it harder to communicate and more difficult to understand social behaviour, but kids with autism can also be very sharp in other areas.
When I grew up I was afraid what people would think about my brother. Worried about how people would see him, or behave towards him.
When I was around 14 years old I realized that autism doesn’t need to be a problem. And Oskar would never be the boy he is today without his autism.
One of the things we are both good at is drawing. I like to draw humans and animals. He likes more to create series, which is one of his strong sides. As a matter of fact he visited a psychiatrist and took a test, and it showed that he has a capacity of a 19 year old boy in building and creating things. I have to promise myself to try to focus more on that.
When we were younger we used to play PS-games together, but sad to say we haven’t played for a long time. It’s very fun to play games with him because he is so quick to find secret ways or search out bonus-points.
I recently discovered that we should do more things together than just being siblings. Because every second weekday I have schoolwork to do, and the weekends is almost the only time I can be with my friends. I think that Oskar really would appreciate if we could do something together sometime, like catch some movie our just hang out.
I have a strong memory from when we were very young. We had just moved in to our new home and it was a warm summer day in June. I was 5 years old and Oskar was only a little baby.
We and our big sister Sarah sat on a blanket and ate ice cream under a blue umbrella on our big green lawn. Our mother was afraid that it would show up some snakes, so she watched us all the time. The three of us together, no matter what.

Oskar has thoughts that are never going to stop, because nobody has a fantasy like him. I know that he is going to make success with his dreams. And when he does I will stand by his side.