Monday, June 20, 2016

A Little Story About My Brother: Family’s Struggle for Kid with Special Need

June 20, 2016 2 Comments
It's been months since my last post in this blog and now I come up with something a little personal. I share this story because I think it’s ok to be different and it’s not something shamefull. No need to hide and cover it up. We don’t choose our family, they are God’s biggest blessing in our life. Even if one (or some) of our family member was born differently, it’s the love that makes the family perfect at the end of the day.


My youngest brother, Teguh Andreas Hia a.k.a Bungsu has been in a boarding school for 4 years now. This boarding school is specialized for children with special needs. Yup, you got me right, SPECIAL NEEDS!!! My brother is perfect physically but he always has issue to communicate with people and overcome problems. People call my borther autist, but the psycholog we consulted before putting him to boarding school said he is not. He is somewhere between normal to autist. I don’t know how to explain this and I won’t even bother to explain it. I don’t care if people understand cause we’ve been through worse condition when he was little. He never had a tantrum, never had a roller coaster emotion, he barely cried and not even try to hurt people, but his lack of self esteem,  not being able to speak at certain age, his rambling about his imagination, his habit to isolate himself,  made people called him crazy. Yup, littterally CRAZY, they said it utterly. He was late at speaking, the sound that came out of his throat didn’t sound like any word you know in any language. That’s why he only spoke to his family especially me and my third brother, Ridho. Being one of the two persons he spoke (and speaks) to the most gives me the feeling of responsibility to keep him safe, understand and love him even more.


I know that it’s not polite to barge into someone’s kitchen without permission, but I don’t think it’s fair to yell at a child and call him crazy for that. He might not know that people treat him unfairly and rude, but it hurt my family, my parents, especially my mom. My brother also had trouble keeping up with the school curriculum while in elementary school. The teachers, books and curriculum didn’t suit him. He was always the stupidest student in class aaannndddd...the trouble maker which I knew that he was not. His classmates used to make fun of him for being too quiet, slow and mostly because of his big posture. My brother spent 2 years at second grade (or third grade, I forgot) and he stopped (or the school made him stop) at the fourth grade. No hard feeling, I know that it was for the best. It’s still the best elementary school in town since my brothers and I went to that school, we all graduated and had our moments there. It’s just that the schools, teachers and curriculums didn’t suit children like my brother. It was for the best that he was not in that school anymore so that we could move on and sought another school for him.

The days after being expelled from school, he still woke up in the morning and prepared for school, he didn’t know that he wasn’t obliged to attend school anymore. My mother said to him that it’s still holiday, no school for today. He did buy it on the first and second day, but then he knew that my mom just made up excuses when he saw his friends with school uniform went to school passed our house. That day he asked my mom why he was not allowed to school but he didn’t wait for answer, he cried. His “imbecile brain” apparently told him why. That’s the first time (well maybe not) he realized HE IS DIFFERENT. It broke my heart to pieces when my mom told me this story. I was not in town at that time, I was in boarding school away from home and only met my family twice a year on long holiday. 

Two years being an “unemployee”, Bungsu spent days at home watching his favourite movies, listened to his favourite singers and wandered around sometimes. Up until now, he knows every updates on tv, idolize K-POP stars and tell me unending stories of every tv shows he watches. I remember back at the day when he was so deep into Justin Bieber, I saw him eating with left hand. I said, Dedek, kok makan pake tangan kiri?tangan kananlah, he then replied me with an unexpected and witty answer, Ih..kakak ini gimana sih? Justin Bieber aja main gitar pake tangan kiri. I never wanted to critisize him ever since, I respect everything he did and he does and the fact that he was even smarter, wiser and funny at the same time gave us hope that one day we would find a school that suit him.
Long story short, we finally found a boarding school for children with special needs. We were so gratefull and excited to enlist him into that school. And he was even much more excited than us. Bungsu, Ridho and I went shopping for new uniform, luggage and school supplies. My mom asked us to take him to the shops since he always listened to us (my mom usually use us to make him do what my mom says).  It’s not our Bungsu’s things going to the market with my mom. He detested the crowd. But that was an exception, he was finally going to school. Yeaayy...\0/

Now, it’s been 4 years since he entered the school and has a lot of improvement in speaking, socializing and finding his self-esteem ever since. He is now able to speak to people other than his family, he can show excitement toward something, and express his feeling utterly. He attended school camp and talked to me about it like a thousand times. He draws and paints, he plays organ and violin. He won several competition and got a role in school concert (I’m gonna talk about this on my next post). We always love him for what he is. His beautiful face, smart and witty twaddle and his overwhelming cuteness are all we need in our family. We never stop thanking God for giving this bundle of joy into our family. We accept him with all his lack but this 4 years is his best time and we were never prouder of him.



Love you, Dedek :*