siblings
Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.
Athena
“Sorry for your loss.” That's what they all say. But do people really mean it? Or is it just something that we've been told we had to do enough that it has become expected? Is it for them, to make themselves feel better, or them just trying to look like they care?
By Sarah Headley8 years ago in Families
My Brother Is Autistic
There are two moments in my early childhood that would help define who I would become. 1. The day my baby brother came home, that night we had spaghetti for dinner so for ever his nickname would be "my little ghettie". This was the moment I would become a big sister. My job was to love him, protect him and teach him. Though I was only three I took my new job very seriously and I loved my baby brother. 2. The day my parents came home from a doctor's appointment and my mom uttered three words that would change our lives forever "Scotty is autistic".
By Nica McLaughlin8 years ago in Families
The Beginning of the Big
One of my earliest memories is of my mom and dad bringing my sister home. I don't recall seeing her in the hospital at all. I just remember mom bringing her through the door and laying her on the couch. She would push a chair against the couch so she wouldn't roll off. I asked multiple times if I could hold her and the response was always negative. I might drop her or break off the cord that was to remain attached until it was time to fall off.
By Kerri Wood8 years ago in Families
My Experiences with Autism
Autism is a brain disorder that makes it difficult for the affected to communicate or relate to others. It is something that I am all too familiar with since my little brother suffers from it. For years he didn’t speak and when he finally started too only a few people could understand him. He also could not and still can not sit still for long periods of time. My brother is constantly rocking back and forth with repetitive hand motions as well as head motions that sway back and forth. He doesn’t like his daily routine interrupted because it is what he is used too. All through school he was in special education classes which were difficult for both of us. Teasing was something that was regular.
By Alyssa Horn8 years ago in Families
Life as the Oldest Sibling
As I stated in “Lessons from my Internet Friend,” I am the oldest of two siblings. I have one sibling, a younger brother named Phillip. I would hope that my parents would’ve loved us equally throughout our lives, but as I have experienced, I really don’t think that this is the case.
By A. Alexis Kreiser8 years ago in Families
Sisters
Do you have a sister? I do. It isn’t like a normal sibling relationship though. I am shunned by my parents and younger sister. She was 13 when I moved out of the house and now she just turned 15 last month. Would you like to know how many times I have spoken to her since then? None, not even a hello. She will be graduating high school soon and I will not see that and when she gets married I will not be allowed at the wedding. So, my sister may be alive, but it doesn’t feel like it.
By LaDeena Cabigon8 years ago in Families
Promoted!
Aunt. This word has so much meaning. You have the role of mother without all the hassle, you're looked as the fun one, or sometimes the mean one. You get to spoil the heck out your nieces or nephews without the guilt. And at times you have to step up and discipline time to time. But what makes becoming an aunt the most special thing in your life? It is the fact that no matter what, a part of you will be in that child.
By Ashwini Engineer8 years ago in Families
Twin
People everywhere are always interested in subjects that are not, what they call, "normal" or the majority. In this case, I am going to write about something most people find an interest in. I'm talking about twins. Yup, that's right, twins. The reason to create this article is because I am a twin. Though most of what I say may not go for all twins, but I know for a fact that the other sets of twins that I personally know as well as myself and my sister, it's all true.
By Heather Lopes8 years ago in Families
Thanksgiving
Dear Diary, Tomorrow is Thanksgiving or as some call it “Turkey day.” It's the holiday where we give thanks for all we have. The house should be filled with family and friends. The sound of my younger cousin running throughout the rooms chasing my sister’s puppy as the adults yell to be careful. The smell of the turkey in the oven and everything else cooking in the kitchen fills the air. But as I look around me I don’t see that happening this year. I sit in this room and stare at the bleached white walls creeping in on me, making the room get smaller. Beeping sounds coming from the heart monitor snaps me back to reality of where I am. I lay here as my sister whispers, “Thanks for holding my hand and being so strong for me today. I was nervous when they had to put the cord in me. And Crystal, thanks for staying with me all week, I’m sorry you had to miss so much school.”
By Crystal Sotiropoulos8 years ago in Families
The Breakout: How I Finally Conquered the Stigma of the Older-Sibling Shadow
We all know about middle child syndrome: the center of three or more children feeling invisible due to an overabundance of attention directed at both the oldest and the youngest. This is 100 percent real. I have witnessed it. However, what about the younger sibling? As one, I can say firsthand that the attention we receive as babies only lasts so long before relatives, teachers, or family friends begin the comparing.
By Piper Jones8 years ago in Families
