My hero is my younger brother, Johannes. He’s 9 years old, and autistic. He hasn’t done something big and extraordinary, but the fact that he is himself, is the reason that he is my hero.
He has brown hair and the most wonderful blue eyes. His smile is amazing and I love the way he look at me. I just want to know, what he’s thinking about. What are his thoughts, his visions, what does he think about me? I think he like me, of course he like me, I hope he loves me.
When he was 3 years old, we got the diagnose. We didn’t know something about autistic people, but we tried our best, to understand him. Our family live in Nordjylland, so when I was 6 years old, we moved to Hjørring, a little town, close to Aalborg.
Johannes was just a little child. He went to kindergarten, but it wasn’t that good. It was just a normal kindergarten, with normal children, who doesn’t were autistics. He was, sad, very sad and frustrated. My mom and dad were worried about him.
9 month later, we moved back to Brønshøj. Johannes went to a special kindergarten, for autistic children. It was wonderful to see him so happy. And I was just glad, that everything was good.
Now he go on a school for autistic children, and he live in a house for kids like him and other handicap, there reminds of autism. He come home every Tuesday and some weekends. He’s very happy, and he smile and laugh, like a normal child. But at the same time, he’s always himself and do “Johannes stuff”.
Johannes is my hero, because no matter what, he’s still himself. People can, laugh, talk and stare, but he just don’t care. Of course, he don’t understand what they talking about, (because of his handicap)but it hurts me, to see them stand and stare or pointing at him. A long time ago, we were in Brugsen, and he start to laugh and jump, like crazy. Everyone stand and stared at him. I just wanted to take his hand and run like a lion, away from the supermarket. I always get nervous when we have to go out, with him. I know I’m stupid but I hate, all these eyes, there just star at us. I just want to scream out: “STOP LOOKING AT HIM!!!! HE’S A HUMAN TOO!! SO WHAT, IF HE’S DIFFERENT, HE’S MORE SPECIAL THAN ALL OF YOU!!!”
He has changed my life. He has learned me (though he doesn’t know), to be myself and don’t care about what other people think. Because they are also stupid and crazy sometimes.
And I owe him a lot. I have promise myself, that no matter what, no matter what there gonna happened. I will always take care of him, love him and be there for him. He deserves the best. When I’m talking about him, I always get a little sad. I just love him more than, a flower love water and the sun. I love him here from the earth, and up to the moon. He’s my hero, my fantastic, beautiful, wonderful, amazing, sweet, funny, cool and cute younger brother. Love.
He has brown hair and the most wonderful blue eyes. His smile is amazing and I love the way he look at me. I just want to know, what he’s thinking about. What are his thoughts, his visions, what does he think about me? I think he like me, of course he like me, I hope he loves me.
When he was 3 years old, we got the diagnose. We didn’t know something about autistic people, but we tried our best, to understand him. Our family live in Nordjylland, so when I was 6 years old, we moved to Hjørring, a little town, close to Aalborg.
Johannes was just a little child. He went to kindergarten, but it wasn’t that good. It was just a normal kindergarten, with normal children, who doesn’t were autistics. He was, sad, very sad and frustrated. My mom and dad were worried about him.
9 month later, we moved back to Brønshøj. Johannes went to a special kindergarten, for autistic children. It was wonderful to see him so happy. And I was just glad, that everything was good.
Now he go on a school for autistic children, and he live in a house for kids like him and other handicap, there reminds of autism. He come home every Tuesday and some weekends. He’s very happy, and he smile and laugh, like a normal child. But at the same time, he’s always himself and do “Johannes stuff”.
Johannes is my hero, because no matter what, he’s still himself. People can, laugh, talk and stare, but he just don’t care. Of course, he don’t understand what they talking about, (because of his handicap)but it hurts me, to see them stand and stare or pointing at him. A long time ago, we were in Brugsen, and he start to laugh and jump, like crazy. Everyone stand and stared at him. I just wanted to take his hand and run like a lion, away from the supermarket. I always get nervous when we have to go out, with him. I know I’m stupid but I hate, all these eyes, there just star at us. I just want to scream out: “STOP LOOKING AT HIM!!!! HE’S A HUMAN TOO!! SO WHAT, IF HE’S DIFFERENT, HE’S MORE SPECIAL THAN ALL OF YOU!!!”
He has changed my life. He has learned me (though he doesn’t know), to be myself and don’t care about what other people think. Because they are also stupid and crazy sometimes.
And I owe him a lot. I have promise myself, that no matter what, no matter what there gonna happened. I will always take care of him, love him and be there for him. He deserves the best. When I’m talking about him, I always get a little sad. I just love him more than, a flower love water and the sun. I love him here from the earth, and up to the moon. He’s my hero, my fantastic, beautiful, wonderful, amazing, sweet, funny, cool and cute younger brother. Love.
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