My sister’s keeper -4/14/08
My mom asked me to watch Robyn in the bath last night. Normally it’s no big deal. But sometimes she just doesn’t want me near her. To make things easier, I jump in the shower with her. We are both girls. Robyn has to be watched because she gets into the shampoo and empties the bottles, breaks the soap into small pieces and/or pulls towels into the shower. She can be very destructive when left alone. So I put a little shampoo in and mix it up, then the conditioner and I hand her the soap and show her what to do. Well last night she wanted to get under the water and she just pushed me out of the way and I fell down. I got mad, “that’s it! I’m done!” I yelled. I got up and rinsed myself off and left the shower. I called my mom up and told her I was done and she needed to watch Robyn. My mom, sympathetic to Robyn as always, said “I am sure she didn’t mean it.” I know she didn’t mean it; I have lived with her long enough to know she didn’t mean it. But I still get mad. Who wouldn’t?
I know having a child with a disability is tough on my mom. She tries very hard to make sure we all get the same attention. But Robyn always requires more. She needs someone with her twenty four hours a day. I know my mom loves me but her number one question is always, “where’s Robyn?” And if something happens when we are supposed to be watching her. I see her struggle with her anger as well. It’s not easy. My older sisters don’t have to spend as much time with her as I do, but they do have to watch her every once and a while. My mom works two jobs and my dad works with computers. They have arranged their schedules so they can be home when Robyn gets off the bus. When there is a change in the schedule, mom scrambles to figure out who is going to take care of Robyn. Even though I am only twelve they don’t worry about me as much. I am rarely left alone, because someone is always with Robyn. However, just this year my mom and dad have run to the store or something for short periods and left me alone with Robyn. For the most part she is ok, she loves watching cartoons and will sit there for the short time periods. The only problem is when I have to tell her she needs to go to the bathroom. She will forget or just not go. So we have to remind her. I hate it when she forgets. If she doesn’t want to go she can get upset and start yelling and screaming. But if I don’t get her to go, it could be worse. That’s where I try and draw the line on being my sister’s keeper. It doesn’t always work. As usual I have to help out.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Saturday, April 12, 2008
My sister's Keeper
My sister’s keeper
By Kelsey Cole
I am 12 and she is 10. By, she, I mean my sister Robyn. My mom and dad had four girls and Robyn was the last. My mom says she is like 5, 6 and 7 all rolled into one. Robyn is special. I think of her that way. She is disabled. She has Autism and is cognitively delayed. My mom says she has the mental age of a 2 or 3 year old, but in the body of a 10 year old. My mom often says it is a lot easier to move a two year having a tantrum then a ten year old. Robyn and I are the closest in age and we share a bedroom together. We have been sharing for a number of years now and I have had my share of frustrating moments.
As we are getting older I have been taking on more of a role in her behavioral management, as my mom calls it. For the longest time Robyn could not speak and we all had to guess at what she wanted. Now she can speak (somewhat), at least she can request items. The problem comes when she doesn’t understand why she can’t get everything she wants. When she gets frustrated she slaps her hands together rapidly, thumbs pointing down, back and forth. She grabs her shirt and bites it. I am lucky she doesn’t bite me anymore. She screams and cries, but what she says doesn’t make any sense. Sometimes there is no calming her.
Robyn makes me laugh. Sometimes she comes up with the words out of nowhere and says them, over and over because we laughed the first time she said it. It makes me think she likes to make us happy. I think that is true. Robyn loves to laugh as well. When she sees something she thinks as funny she laughs and laughs. She often tries to share the experience by retelling it or commenting on it, but she is not really understood. We just know she found it funny.
Robyn has her little quirks as well. She likes to carry around the phonebook and flip through the pages. My mom thought she was smart by replacing the big phonebook with a littler one, easier for Robyn to carry, however the phonebook company sent a new big one. Robyn will carry it around until it is destroyed and ripped in half. Then she will take half the book and carry that around. She likes to sleep with it as well. Mom says it is better that then something else like Webster’s dictionary. At least the phonebook is free.
Robyn also has a quirk about DVDs. We all enjoy watching DVDs. The Disney musicals were always a favorite of all of ours. That is until we had to watch the 50 million times. Robyn also likes to carry her favorite DVDs around. She goes to school with her phonebook and DVD. She goes to bed with them. She used to want to carry them at stores and all, but my mom put her foot down. They stayed in the car if she wanted to go into the store. That worked pretty well. Of course then we had the problem of her leaving things in the store that she wanted and mom wouldn’t pay for. It would have been easier sometimes just the buy the dumb things she wanted, but my mom, said she can’t have everything and we couldn’t afford all the things she picked up.
People have looked at us with frowns and shaking heads. My mom hates it when people stare. So do I. I just want to leave and not look back. I sometimes think, I am only twelve, what can I do? I do however always come through for my mom. I think it is the special relationship that Robyn and I share. My older sisters are in their teenage years and they don’t spend as much time as I do with her. I know Robyn loves to laugh and if I can get her to focus on me and make her laugh we have a chance of getting out of the store within the hour. I sometimes hate to do it. Who am I kidding I hate to doing it all the time, but making farting noises in public makes Robyn laugh. People can look but it works, but not all the time, sometimes I have to resort to singing. I love to sing so that isn’t so bad. I don’t start with singing because she tries to make me stop. Not that I sing badly, but my older sisters taught her to do it. Mom wasn’t happy with them for that.
I have to say Robyn has gotten better in her behaviors since learning more words. She can request most items that she is familiar with and point or pull you to the items she can’t request. She also tries to get items that she shouldn’t have. One of the most irritating things about Robyn is, she gets into my stuff. I can’t keep anything personal in my room because she would destroy it. She has destroyed so many of my things throughout the years. I would go to bed at night and she would have taken one of my toys and broken it. I have cried over many things in the past, but I know in my heart that she didn’t mean it. It doesn’t stop me from getting upset; it allows me to forgive her quickly.
I tell my mom, all I want is my own room. My oldest sister Katelyn is going to college this year and my mom says I will have my own room when she goes. Katelyn was upset with this news, but my mom says I have been through enough and it’s about time I get a break. Mom says Robyn will also get her own room and Shannon and Katelyn will have to share. That seems fair. They get along well. They are two and half years apart and they share clothing anyway. Now it will all be in the same room. Katelyn will only be back for breaks and holidays. That’s what my mom said when they argued about moving in together.
Well that’s a start I hope to continue this tomorrow.
By Kelsey Cole
I am 12 and she is 10. By, she, I mean my sister Robyn. My mom and dad had four girls and Robyn was the last. My mom says she is like 5, 6 and 7 all rolled into one. Robyn is special. I think of her that way. She is disabled. She has Autism and is cognitively delayed. My mom says she has the mental age of a 2 or 3 year old, but in the body of a 10 year old. My mom often says it is a lot easier to move a two year having a tantrum then a ten year old. Robyn and I are the closest in age and we share a bedroom together. We have been sharing for a number of years now and I have had my share of frustrating moments.
As we are getting older I have been taking on more of a role in her behavioral management, as my mom calls it. For the longest time Robyn could not speak and we all had to guess at what she wanted. Now she can speak (somewhat), at least she can request items. The problem comes when she doesn’t understand why she can’t get everything she wants. When she gets frustrated she slaps her hands together rapidly, thumbs pointing down, back and forth. She grabs her shirt and bites it. I am lucky she doesn’t bite me anymore. She screams and cries, but what she says doesn’t make any sense. Sometimes there is no calming her.
Robyn makes me laugh. Sometimes she comes up with the words out of nowhere and says them, over and over because we laughed the first time she said it. It makes me think she likes to make us happy. I think that is true. Robyn loves to laugh as well. When she sees something she thinks as funny she laughs and laughs. She often tries to share the experience by retelling it or commenting on it, but she is not really understood. We just know she found it funny.
Robyn has her little quirks as well. She likes to carry around the phonebook and flip through the pages. My mom thought she was smart by replacing the big phonebook with a littler one, easier for Robyn to carry, however the phonebook company sent a new big one. Robyn will carry it around until it is destroyed and ripped in half. Then she will take half the book and carry that around. She likes to sleep with it as well. Mom says it is better that then something else like Webster’s dictionary. At least the phonebook is free.
Robyn also has a quirk about DVDs. We all enjoy watching DVDs. The Disney musicals were always a favorite of all of ours. That is until we had to watch the 50 million times. Robyn also likes to carry her favorite DVDs around. She goes to school with her phonebook and DVD. She goes to bed with them. She used to want to carry them at stores and all, but my mom put her foot down. They stayed in the car if she wanted to go into the store. That worked pretty well. Of course then we had the problem of her leaving things in the store that she wanted and mom wouldn’t pay for. It would have been easier sometimes just the buy the dumb things she wanted, but my mom, said she can’t have everything and we couldn’t afford all the things she picked up.
People have looked at us with frowns and shaking heads. My mom hates it when people stare. So do I. I just want to leave and not look back. I sometimes think, I am only twelve, what can I do? I do however always come through for my mom. I think it is the special relationship that Robyn and I share. My older sisters are in their teenage years and they don’t spend as much time as I do with her. I know Robyn loves to laugh and if I can get her to focus on me and make her laugh we have a chance of getting out of the store within the hour. I sometimes hate to do it. Who am I kidding I hate to doing it all the time, but making farting noises in public makes Robyn laugh. People can look but it works, but not all the time, sometimes I have to resort to singing. I love to sing so that isn’t so bad. I don’t start with singing because she tries to make me stop. Not that I sing badly, but my older sisters taught her to do it. Mom wasn’t happy with them for that.
I have to say Robyn has gotten better in her behaviors since learning more words. She can request most items that she is familiar with and point or pull you to the items she can’t request. She also tries to get items that she shouldn’t have. One of the most irritating things about Robyn is, she gets into my stuff. I can’t keep anything personal in my room because she would destroy it. She has destroyed so many of my things throughout the years. I would go to bed at night and she would have taken one of my toys and broken it. I have cried over many things in the past, but I know in my heart that she didn’t mean it. It doesn’t stop me from getting upset; it allows me to forgive her quickly.
I tell my mom, all I want is my own room. My oldest sister Katelyn is going to college this year and my mom says I will have my own room when she goes. Katelyn was upset with this news, but my mom says I have been through enough and it’s about time I get a break. Mom says Robyn will also get her own room and Shannon and Katelyn will have to share. That seems fair. They get along well. They are two and half years apart and they share clothing anyway. Now it will all be in the same room. Katelyn will only be back for breaks and holidays. That’s what my mom said when they argued about moving in together.
Well that’s a start I hope to continue this tomorrow.
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