Personal Narrative: My Child With Autism

When I was six years old my baby brother Manuel was born. When my parents came home from the hospital they seemed worried and anxious which seemed strange to me since they had been excited to introduce us to my other brother a few years before. When I asked my mom what was wrong she told me that my little brother was diffrent from other babies. When I asked her why she said he was just born that way. So my sister and I walked towards the crib and peaked in expecting him to look diffrent, maybe he had 11 fingers instead of ten? But he looked like a baby so I didn't understand what my mom ment when she said he was diffrent.

As the years past by I began to really understand what my mom had meant when she said my brother was diffrent. He seemed to cry more than other babies and he didn't like to talk,he also liked to stick things in his mouth things that little kids shouldn't eat. That's when my mom sat me and my sister down and explained to us that my little brother had been born with autism. I never really understood what that ment maybe I was to young maybe I just loved him to much that I didn't care what they called him he was my baby brother and had always just be my baby brother.

When it was time for him to go to school my mom struggled to be able to enroll him due to his diagnosis. Even though my mom explain to them countless
That they have the right to a proper education and the right to pursue a bright future. I believe that just as we are informed of our right, a parent of a special needs child should also be informed of the rights that thier child has. Children stuck into a special needs classes during high school don't receive an actual high school diploma yet they work just as hard even somerimes twice as hard as any other child thier age. Why must a label that they had no control over define who they are in