My brother is six years younger than me. And I truly think I hate him.
He is endlessly nasty to me; today he has called me a "slut" and a "tart" because I had DS young, the the past week he has called me a "retard", a "cripple" and a "spastic" because I use a walking stick and get brain fog. He kicks my stick out when I'm walking with it, and moves it out of my reach when I'm sat down.
When I was in the psychiatric hospital, his only concerns were firstly that no one found out he had a "fucking nutjob" for a sister, and secondly asking when I was getting locked in for good as he wanted my bedroom.
When I was pregnant he tried to trip me up regularly, and actually said to me, "I hope you loose the baby". I tried to sit down with him and discuss it with him properly, to see what his worries were about it. The most serious reason was "I don't want to turn my Play Station down".
Every time I have a flare up in my conditions, its always a case of, "Oh were you not getting enough attention last week?" and "For fuck sake are you still pretending to be ill?". Whenever I have a friend round, he complains, and yet he regularly has people staying and over during the day, and if I dare even ask them to keep the noise down whilst I'm getting DS to sleep, I get a mouthful of abuse, and then lots of slamming doors and music turned up full volume to deliberately disrupt DS. If I ask (again) for him to stop whilst I get DS to sleep he says, "If you don't like it, fuck off to live somewhere else. No one wants you here anyway".
I try very hard to remember that he is 13, and to make exceptions for his behaviour, but I have ended up in tears so many times recently that I'm sick of it.
Is this just him being his age, and will he get better as he's older? Its getting to the point where I don't even want a relationship with him. But at the same time I know that would be very sad.