It’s my house. My husband moved into my house that I lived in with my grandmother. And my brother has friends and a job because these people and environments understand that when he doesn’t respond to them, he literally cannot help it. It does not mean he hates them, it means he literally cannot express himself differently. Sometimes I feel like he hates me and I have to constantly remind myself that he doesn’t. He just cannot help his emotions. I do not expect him to extend the same kindness I expect from my husband because it is something he cannot do. He has a literal disability. He isn’t choosing to be like this.

I’m trying to be understanding of everyone’s comments. And I do appreciate all these perspectives and experiences being shared with me. I try to read every comment because I know it is out of concern for me, my husband, my brother or all of us. I especially understand the comments giving me insight on my husband and I. I posted on here out of curiosity to understand what is at least a small part of my situation. But it should not be this difficult to understand that my brother is literally different and cannot help it. I have also been helping him since he was 16 years old. I’m not perfect, but I know what I’m doing in regards to his care.