u/CertainHairy

I grew up super poor and living with my aunt after both of my parents had passed. My brother wasn't diagnosed until around 13 (this was the 90s/2000s, so he was diagnosed with an ID instead for a while) and I was 10. I spent my entire childhood and youth taking care of my brother. It wasn't until I was 25 and he was placed in a caregiver home so I got the chance to move out. This is when my life felt bright. I started studying for my economics degree and finished it my early 30s. Got a full time job with a pretty good company. I met my (now ex) wife in my late 20s. We had one kid together. Unfortunately this is where things went south again, because he ended up just like my severely impaired brother. I had to quit my job and my wife divorced me (and blamed it on my genetics). I'm now in my 30s with an autistic child trying to financially sustain myself with online tutoring. Parents of non autistic/id kids and childless people are lucky that they do not need to deal with sort of thing. It's an awful life and not something I would wish on anyone.