Once I became eleven or twelve, I went through a really dark time in my life.
Not only was I still yelling at my brother, I started arguing with my mom a lot. More than any other preteen my age. I still don't know why I was so easily aggravated, but i do know that I did not mean half of the things I said to her.
As a result, I didn't talk much in class, and my grades slipped. When I did talk, I did not engage in conversations with people I didn't know. In fact, I went a whole year without anyone knowing my name in my Texas History class.
I also didn't have the nicest friend group. Which fed into my disdain for socialization.
Then, one day my mother and I discussed what's been going on to make me feel this way. Opening up was never easy for me to do, and it still is hard for me today. But, talking to my mom opened my eyes.
Sometimes i just feel like, you prefer Logan over me. We never get to do anything that I want or need to. I feel like I'm just in everyone's way.
Lauren, I promise you, things will change. I'm so sorry.
I realized my mothers words had already taken action. They made me look at all I had in front of me, and the way my brother's autism changed me for the good.