u/Beccarify

okay so first post here, bear with me.

I'm 19, older sister to a minimally verbal autistic second grader, calling him lil bro. We're in a fairly remote area and special schools simply aren't an option near us so lilbro goes to a regular school. I try not to overthink about him.

There's a kid in our neighborhood, let's call him Brat, because that's genuinely the nicest word I have for him. The kid has a reputation. Hits people, spits, starts fights, brags to us about poking kids with compass needles and iron nails. He's been bullying and hitting lilbro on and off for the past two grades. My mom once had tried talking to his dad about it and he literally shrugged and said "Mai teacher thori? class me teacher rehta usse baat kijiye". People literally scold brat in front of his father and he just stands there in his fancy clothes with the most couldn't care less💅🏻 energy I've ever seen. The most he does is asking his son to say a sorry, that's it. Other parents have talked about it too.

A few days ago Brat snatched bro's lunchbox during lunch and it fell and spilled everywhere. Bro cried, and then when he was done crying he just got down and ate off the dirty classroom floor because he was hungry and didn't know what else to do. Grapes. One of like three things he'll actually eat and he loves them so much he won't even share with me or my mom. I found out at pickup from his classmates because Bro can't really make coherent organised sentences. It takes a hundred questions to get a yes or no out of him on a good day and even then you're piecing it together yourself.

I pictured him sitting there crying and then just quietly eating off that dirty floor and my heart just shattered and blood boiled.

Then yesterday took the cake when brat slapped him again. The nuclear bomb inside my head just went off.

Saw him in the park today while playing with little kids of our residential campus and my hand made the decision before my brain did honestly. Walked over, gave him nice tight * kaan ke niche chamaats * twice, left a handprint on his cheek. A little girl went to tell some lady brat calls aunt who told his dad. I saw him entering the part but I was already out of the gate. His dad works at the same establishment as mine and tried calling after many times, his wife too, I used a caller ID app and knew what it was about. Dad didn't pickup.

My mom said I should've held back given our age gap. I hear her. But call me shameless, I don't feel guilty at all. Although ngl I'm a bit scared of what might happen tomorrow morning.

Here's the thing though, my parents are conservative and non-confrontational, even when they're the victim they'll avoid it till it gets out of hand. I grew up being shushed constantly, also told girls shouldn't be so hotheaded, or you don't have to be a loudmouth about every little issue, avoid trouble.

And honestly it did a number on me. I've always tried to speak up for myself and others. But I get shaky hands and a racing heart the second voices rise in an argument on the opposition side till this day. At 19 I'm genuinely still learning how to hold my ground without falling apart and push myself more.

Need some perspective. Anyone else with a significantly younger disabled sibling? Anyone who's been in something even close to this? How do you handle it when the adults around you just won't and you just feel so fucking helpless like you're screaming underwater?

I'm not here for validation, or for people to tell me I'm right and mollify me. I know what I did was wrong but I really don't give a shit. I was tired and angry and felt so fucking helpless.

dhonnobaad to anyone who takes the time to read it :)

okay so first post here, bear with me.

I'm 19, older sister to a minimally verbal autistic second grader, calling him Robin here (the Taylor Swift song lives in my head rent free because of him). We're in a fairly remote part of Asia and special schools simply aren't an option near us so Robin goes to a regular school. I try not to overthink about him.

There's a kid in our neighborhood, let's call him Brat, because that's genuinely the nicest word I have for him. The kid has a reputation. Hits people, spits, starts fights, brags to us about poking kids with compass needles and iron nails. He's been bullying and hitting Robin on and off for the past two grades. My mom once had tried talking to his dad about it and he literally shrugged and said "I'm not the teacher am I? I don't stay in the classroom. Go talk to them." People literally scold brat in front of his father and he just stands there in his fancy clothes with the most couldn't care less💅🏻 energy I've ever seen. The most he does is asking his son to say a sorry, that's it. Other parents have talked about it too.

A few days ago Brat snatched Robin's lunchbox during lunch and it fell and spilled everywhere. Robin cried, and then when he was done crying he just got down and ate off the dirty classroom floor because he was hungry and didn't know what else to do. Grapes. One of like three things he'll actually eat and he loves them so much he won't even share with me or my mom. I found out at pickup from his classmates because Robin can't really make coherent organised sentences. It takes a hundred questions to get a yes or no out of him on a good day and even then you're piecing it together yourself.

I pictured him sitting there crying and then just quietly eating off that dirty floor and my heart just shattered and blood boiled.

Then yesterday took the cake when brat slapped him again. The nuclear bomb inside my head just went off.

Saw him in the park today while playing with little kids of our residential campus and my hand made the decision before my brain did honestly. Walked over, smacked him properly twice, left a handprint on his cheek. A little girl went to tell some lady brat calls aunt who told his dad. I saw him entering the part but I was already out of the gate. His dad works at the same establishment as mine and tried calling after many times, his wife too, I used a caller ID app and knew what it was about. Dad didn't pickup.

My mom said I should've held back given our age gap. I hear her. But call me shameless, I don't feel guilty at all. Although ngl I'm a bit scared of what might happen tomorrow morning.

Here's the thing though, my parents are conservative and non-confrontational, even when they're the victim they'll avoid it till it gets out of hand. I grew up being shushed constantly, also told girls shouldn't be so hotheaded, or you don't have to be a loudmouth about every little issue, avoid trouble.

And honestly it did a number on me. I've always tried to speak up for myself and others. But I get shaky hands and a racing heart the second voices rise in an argument on the opposition side till this day. At 19 I'm genuinely still learning how to hold my ground without falling apart and push myself more.

Need some perspective. Anyone else with a significantly younger autistic sibling? Anyone who's been in something even close to this? How do you handle it when the adults around you just won't and you just feel so fucking helpless like you're screaming underwater?

Thank-you to anyone who takes the time to read it :)

okay so first post here, bear with me.

I'm 19, older sister to a minimally verbal autistic second grader, calling him Robin here (the Taylor Swift song lives in my head rent free because of him). We're in a fairly remote part of Asia and special schools simply aren't an option near us so Robin goes to a regular school. I try not to overthink about him.

There's a kid in our neighborhood, let's call him Brat, because that's genuinely the nicest word I have for him. The kid has a reputation. Hits people, spits, starts fights, brags to us about poking kids with compass needles and iron nails. He's been bullying and hitting Robin on and off for the past two grades. My mom once had tried talking to his dad about it and he literally shrugged and said "I'm not the teacher am I? I don't stay in the classroom. Go talk to them." People literally scold brat in front of his father and he just stands there in his fancy clothes with the most couldn't care less💅🏻 energy I've ever seen. The most he does is asking his son to say a sorry, that's it. Other parents have talked about it too.

A few days ago Brat snatched Robin's lunchbox during lunch and it fell and spilled everywhere. Robin cried, and then when he was done crying he just got down and ate off the dirty classroom floor because he was hungry and didn't know what else to do. Grapes. One of like three things he'll actually eat and he loves them so much he won't even share with me or my mom. I found out at pickup from his classmates because Robin can't really make coherent organised sentences. It takes a hundred questions to get a yes or no out of him on a good day and even then you're piecing it together yourself.

I pictured him sitting there crying and then just quietly eating off that dirty floor and my heart just shattered and blood boiled.

Then yesterday took the cake when brat slapped him again. The nuclear bomb inside my head just went off.

Saw him in the park today while playing with little kids of our residential campus and my hand made the decision before my brain did honestly. Walked over, smacked him properly twice, left a handprint on his cheek. A little girl went to tell some lady brat calls aunt who told his dad. I saw him entering the part but I was already out of the gate. His dad works at the same establishment as mine and tried calling after many times, his wife too, I used a caller ID app and knew what it was about. Dad didn't pickup.

My mom said I should've held back given our age gap. I hear her. But call me shameless, I don't feel guilty at all. Although ngl I'm a bit scared of what might happen tomorrow morning.

Here's the thing though, my parents are conservative and non-confrontational, even when they're the victim they'll avoid it till it gets out of hand. I grew up being shushed constantly, also told girls shouldn't be so hotheaded, or you don't have to be a loudmouth about every little issue, avoid trouble.

And honestly it did a number on me. I've always tried to speak up for myself and others. But I get shaky hands and a racing heart the second voices rise in an argument on the opposition side till this day. At 19 I'm genuinely still learning how to hold my ground without falling apart and push myself more.

Need some perspective. Anyone else with a significantly younger autistic sibling? Anyone who's been in something even close to this? How do you handle it when the adults around you just won't and you just feel so fucking helpless like you're screaming underwater?

Thank-you to anyone who takes the time to read it :)

okay so first post here, bear with me.

I'm 19, older sister to a minimally verbal autistic second grader, calling him Robin here (the Taylor Swift song lives in my head rent free because of him). We're in a fairly remote part of Asia and special schools simply aren't an option near us so Robin goes to a regular school. That's just how it is and we've made peace with it.

There's a kid in our neighborhood, let's call him Brat, because that's genuinely the nicest word I have for him. The kid has a reputation. Hits people, spits, starts fights, brags to his friends about poking kids with compass needles and iron nails until one of them bled once. He's been bullying and hitting Robin on and off for two years. My mom tried talking to his dad about it and he literally shrugged and said "I'm not the teacher am I? Go talk to them." This man stood there in his fancy clothes with the most unbothered energy I've ever witnessed while other parents were scolding his kid right in front of him. His version of discipline is making Brat say sorry. That's genuinely it.

A few days ago Brat snatched Robin's lunchbox during lunch and it fell and spilled everywhere. Robin cried, and then when he was done crying he just got down and ate off the dirty classroom floor because he was hungry and didn't know what else to do. Grapes. One of like three things he'll actually eat and he loves them so much he won't even share with me or my mom. I found out at pickup from his classmates because Robin can't really walk me through what happened himself. It takes a hundred questions to get a yes or no out of him on a good day and even then you're piecing it together yourself.

I pictured him sitting there crying and then just quietly eating off that dirty floor and something in me snapped.

Then yesterday Brat slapped him. And that was that.

Saw him in the park today and my hand made the decision before my brain did honestly. Walked over, slapped him twice, left a handprint on his cheek, walked straight out the gate. A girl nearby went to tell some aunt who told his dad. His dad works at the same place as mine and tried calling after, I used a caller ID app and recognized the number so I knew what it was about. Dad hadn't picked up because unknown number, obviously.

My mom said I should've been the bigger person given the age gap. I hear her. I just don't feel it.

Here's the thing though, my parents are extremely non-confrontational, almost pathologically so. I grew up being shushed constantly, told girls shouldn't be so hotheaded, don't make trouble, keep your head down. And honestly it did a number on me. I still get shaky hands and a racing heart the second voices rise in an argument. At 19 I'm genuinely still learning how to hold my ground without falling apart, so in a weird way today felt like something too.

Anyone else with a younger autistic sibling? Anyone who's been in something even close to this? How do you handle it when the adults around you just don't?