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Rebirth / Maggie Rosinski
“Rebirth,” photo by Maggie Rosinski
heat after 15 minutes at the playground and begin seizing.
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Most people enjoy an average childhood, without many worries or responsibilities. I constantly worried about Jack. What if other kids are mean to him? What if the daycare staff can’t help him? What if people don’t understand?
I worried about my parents and our finances. I worried if my parents loved him more than they loved me.
He needed more attention. I was born developmentally stable, average. He was born developmentally delayed, with issues that required more time and care. So more time and attention, he received. At age 6 or 7, I had no concept of this. I knew he was different, but of course I couldn’t understand why my parents were constantly around Jack, feeding him, helping him, playing with him, but not with me. I couldn’t understand why he would shriek in public or why people around us would give my parents dirty looks, as if they were supposed to stop him from vocalizing. He may be physically 11, but he’s mentally about 18-months-old.
As I looked at my brother Jack, I felt these emotions run through me. I know life isn’t fair. No one ever promised that it would be.
But how unfair can it get? f