Personal Narrative: Bringing My Brother To His New Home

It was August 1, we were just going to Fargo to bring my non verbal autistic brother to his new home. I was at camp the day that the appointment was. The night before I was having nightmares on how the day may go. I left the camp at 10:00 in the morning and made my way home. It was a 5 minute drive, but it felt like millennium. I got home and switched from my Trailblazer to my dad’s truck where everyone else was. I sat in the back in my brother. There was nothing but pain going through my head. The pain of having to bring my brother to a different home. I turned to the window and thought about the summer. In June we knew that something was not right. He had been having a lot of behaviors from the start of April. He was starting to get more
Something ended up clicking in his mind and he snapped. He went after my mom and dad. I had to come upstairs to intervene him from going after them. I held him back from them as he would pinch my arms. This episode lasted for about 30 minutes till he was able to calm down. When I looked at him after that, he looked as though nothing ever happened. It was the complete opposite for me though. I didn't know what would happen next. My parents realized that they couldn't do it anymore. They were starting to get old for this. They knew that if we kept going with this, he would be able to overpower one of us and really hurt us. They started that day looking for any homes that would be able to take him. I didn't know what else to do. So what I did was cry. I cried for my mom and dad for the pain that they have endured for the past few months. I cried for my brother who doesn't understand his own actions. I even cried for myself for having such a weird life. We finally receive a day for a home that would assess us and his actions. On July 6, the day before my birthday, two of the directors came to our home and assessed him. They said that they would be able to take him in on August
We were still crying our way to Fargo that day. We had lunch as a family I felt would be the last time. When we left the restaurant and got the new home, he knew something was up. When we stopped on the curb, all of us except my brother got out. When we opened the door, he grabbed the door and held it closed on us. We ended up having to go into the house to talk to the staff for help. My parents ended up having to go and do paperwork so I was helping one of the staff to get my brother out. We were having some difficulties on getting him out, but we were able to get him out. After we got him out, I instantly thought, “How are we going to get him in?” Then out of nowhere, the cofounder of the facility came out to help. I wasn't sure on how he was going to help. He asked me to go inside and let him deal with him. I go inside and give him a few minutes to figure my brother out. I look outside to see if there was any progress. To my surprise, the cofounder was sitting on the ground with him and my brother was laughing. It was the first time I saw him laugh for the first time. This made me feel that he may be able to do ok. That's where I realize that maybe I don't always have to