If I was a parent with an autistic child I wouldn’t have a second one. I don’t hate autistic people or anything, but I’m in this situation. My parents had my brother who is autistic and then they had me 4 years later. Everything is about him. I get pressured to bring him to hangouts because he doesn’t have many friends and won’t bother me. It’s not my fault all he does is go on his phone and doesn’t make an effort to maintain his friendships. When he’s mad, he gets angry and hits me, and is the least empathetic person I know. My parents have spent $80,000 for all his years of high school for him to not do any of the special programs they offer, and just get B’s and c’s. Everything I need is ignored because he always needs to be accommodated. My dad took him to comicon while lying to me because he knew I’d feel left out (keep in mind this was the year when all the pjo and x-men stuff was there, the stuff I love) and then never apologized. I’m always the bad guy or the spoiled brat.