I grew up with a brother who is likely on the ASD spectrum - complete inflexibility, meltdowns and lashing out if he did not get his own way or there was a change of routine, social awkwardness, lots of problems at school. He needed help but did not get it, as my parents pretended everything was normal, everyone else was at fault and avoided any intervention from the school. This was a few decades ago, so less was known then.
As adults, it is very difficult to have a relationship as my brother barely communicates and is morose if anyone tries to engage him. He met someone who ‘doesn’t like being around other people’ (their words) and manipulates every single family get together into a disaster.
I had accepted the situation and moved on, but now we both have children who are getting older and the patterns are repeating themselves. My brother’s children show strong signs of being on the ASD spectrum and don’t really interact well with their cousin (one hurts other kids and then watches the reaction, the other hates noise and shouts insults over and over). I really hoped the cousins would have a relationship and want to facilitate this. However, the grandparents still trying to pretend nothing is wrong gives me a flashback to being little, effectively being abused and then told nothing happened. I am well aware that all kids can have difficult moments, my own included, but I step in when they do and would always try to minimise harm to any others. A local friend also has a child on the ASD spectrum and we make an effort to be inclusive, setting up a quiet area with their favourite things at parties, always having the food and drinks they like, and encouraging our kid to keep a friendship.
For a long time I have felt bad for my brother’s children who are not getting help, are anxious and not integrating, and have tried to push gently for assistance to be sought. This is hard to admit, but suddenly I am angry with my parents for this denial across the generations and the harm it has caused. No apologies for this last bit; I am absolutely not going to put my son in a situation where he is injured and insulted, then told it did not happen/he imagined it.
Sad, but also drawing a line. AIBU? Is there a way forward? How do others manage this type of situation?