My brother just turned 9 a few months ago and I'll be turning 16 in April. I was 6 when he was born, and before I turned 8 years old we moved in with my Dad. Kyle only stayed with us for 6 months and then he went back to live with my mother until I was about 10 years old I think. There I seen him every weekend, one week at his house, one week at my house, and I hated it.

My brother has some learning disabilities and is more difficult at understanding things than the average child. My Dad is lax with discipline, extremely so. My brother gets whatever he wants, does whatever he wants. My Dad will BLAME my brother for wasting food and buying things (even though he has the money?) and this blame gets thrown on me out of no where when I want one thing out of the hundreds my brother get's everyday. But he is bored, I know that. We're basically locked up in our house 24/7. I because I have no friends and him because he cannot be trusted outside by himself. My Dad is too tired and taking Kyle out in the past with me has NEVER EVER been a good experience (throwing a tantrum every time we have to go makes you just not wanna go anymore)

The big thing with Kyle is that he cannot do ONE thing on his own. Not one. When he wants to watch a movie he wants someone to watch him watch that movie. When he plays a video game he wants someone to watch him play it or play with him. He won't brush his teeth unless someone does it for him. He wont take off his shoes unless someone does it for him. He'll purposely play games that are too hard so we have to sit there and help him for 6 hours and if I want to talk to my Dad alone and we're talking about important things, my brother will just start talking over us or making loud weird noises so we pay attention to him again. He's a glutton for attention, so much that my Dad barely pays any attention to me anymore (which he says is my fault because I isolate myself on the computer) and sometimes I feel that he gets enough attention and doesn't need any from me.

I used to be able to tolerate it, and I used to play with him and love it.. but over the past few years I've grown tired of it. I miss my Dad when he was nice and well rested, I miss going weeks without one loud noise in the entire house. I miss NOT wanting to be left alone. I miss not having to explain my every move to someone. Or us having a jerk, nosy, stupid roommate who thinks he's part of our family. I want to go back to the life I used to be able to enjoy, the life where I couldn't wait to get home and have fun or go out. But it seems impossible. My Dad wont listen to me, he takes offence to whatever changing thing I have to say or says that it's not him it's my brother cause he's "different". My brother doesn't get I want space. It's all on me, how much can I tolerate, how long can I put up with it for, and I can feel the cracks coming already. I've thought of running away before, even though I love them, it's just.. too much sometimes.