My Brother, My Hero

When I tell people my younger brother, Eric, has autism, it is not uncommon for them to ask, “Was it hard growing up with a brother with autism?” I tell them, yes, at times it was and still is difficult, but that is not what comes to mind when I think of Eric. He has always been my younger brother first, his autism is just a part of who he is. He is so talented and is the most brilliant person that I know. From him, I have learned so much. He has taught me to find patience during times of stress and joy in times of sadness. So, instead of dwelling on the hardships, I like to celebrate his achievements and the positive impact that he has on not only me and my family, but on everyone who is lucky enough to meet him. He is truly an amazing individual and I am blessed to be able to call him my brother.11705357_440444092800410_1122381515843580050_n

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