CHANGİNG

                       

                                                              CHANGİNG                        


             When I was 9 years old,  my mother said to me that ı would have  a brother. It suprised me because I was the smallest but a newcommer  would change it. Anyway, he came and I loved him so much. Years passed by. We loved him so much, he was our house's happiness. But there was something wrong. He was 4 years old and he couldn't speak. Once, we tougth that he could be deaf, but he would react to the sounds. Then we take him to pyscologist. He said that my brother was autistic. Then our life  changed. The whole family was in a deadlock situation. One of the hardest lifes. We  changed everything from what we eat to where we go. Doctor said that he shouldnt eat sweety meals, we  nearly  stopped to buy sweety things. He said clips harmed my brother, we deleted clip channels. When we went somewhere, one of us had to take care of him, go with him wherever he goes. Days went by like this. Tiring, he-centered. He has no friend, he couldn't contact with anybody, no eye contact, no speak. Even he was happy, he couldn't show, when he wanted something, he couln't say. He was in his own world and we had to take him from there and bring him to our world. I was small, my task was be his friend, my mother  was his everyting, my father's and my other sister's task was help us as possible as they can. And we gained the play. I said same things tens of time, we also  played same games. My mother went to seminars, groups about autism and my brother went to rehabilitation centers. He slowly came to our wold. He speaks now, even learned write his name. He smiles now when he happy and can say what he needs. He has friends now, but I will always be his best friend and he will be mine too.
             
     I chosed this topic. Because when someone say me to write something which I can consider the topic, first thing that comes to my mind is autism and my brother. I hope you will enjoy it.