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Just Mortified…

August 17, 2010

Life at home with my autistic brother was never boring to say the least. He has always been big and when I say big I mean that he is 6’3” and 320 pounds. His favorite thing to do is watch movies over and over and then re-enact his favorite scene. At times this can be quite embarrassing like when he puts on one of mom’s wigs and starts dancing around the house with a vacuum cleaner as in “Mrs. Doubtfire“.

Though we may have dealt with many of these incidents with a measure of experience and grace even a veteran can be surprised from time to time. Clint just always appeared to be so innocent-natured that  my family often under estimated his ability to shock us. The perfect example happened at a well-known steak house on a steak buffet night in front of around 500 people. Just after our family sat down to eat Clint started rocking back and forth saying ” GO Pee!” repeatedly. My dad asked me to take him. I lead him toward the restroom  and in the middle of the floor Clint started re-enacting one of  his “Ren and Stempy” cartoons. He jumped down on the floor and grabbed my ankle and screamed at the top of his lungs “NO…Please don’t beat me!…Please don’t beat me!”

I was mortified. All I could say in front of all those people was ” I DIDN’T! I NEVER TOUCHED YOU!” and the onlookers started cutting me sideways glances and nodding like: Yeah buddy we know how it really is! After I got him up with a struggle we went to the car and the rest of the family finished their meal and come out laughing!  I laugh about it now but it sure was a drama scene at the time.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. October 13, 2010 12:04 pm

    That’s hilarious man!
    Shame, it must be hard at times though.
    I enjoyed reading this one.

    Peace to you and yours,

    • October 13, 2010 12:23 pm

      Yeah…My little brother is special. We laugh more than anything most of the time though. I’m glad you enjoyed it.

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