Yesterday was a considerably long day because I made a phone call. This phone call was one which is particularly important to me.
It was my brother’s birthday, and I needed to confront parts of myself that is connected to him. If you haven’t already, please visit my post titled; Young. If you gave that a read and you were wondering what that was about, here’s the other part I purposely omitted because I wasn’t ready to go into depths that day I published Young.
My brother started behaving different when I was maybe 8 and he was 10. I was prolly the only one who noticed at the time until his grades came in.
We went from being best friends to me wondering why he was so withdrawn. He wasn’t talking much and I spent a lot of time hypothesising what it could be, I just couldn’t fathom it.
I was mad. I was resentful, I eventually became withdrawn as well.
When folks ask questions about my family, I’m always avoidant. A lot of people actually think I’m the first born until I get too comfortable and spill, something I regret immediately after, they would then go; ” Oh, you have an older brother? what’s he doing, where’s he at?
And I would deflect and feel ashamed
The authorities, doctors in Nigeria didn’t know either. When I learnt about Autism and Autism spectrum disorders, I began comparing it with his routine and repetitive mannerism and I was so sure I’ve diagnosed it.
The more I researched Autism and Asperger’s, and compared with him, the more I realised this wasn’t it. But for lack of better diagnosis , I stuck with it.
When his MRI scans came out, it showed that the plump parts of the internal capsule that connects the left and right hemispheres of the brain did not develop completely, so called agenesis or hypogenesis of the Corpus callosum. Extremely rare tho
Finding the pathology brought a touch of closure for me, I guess. Since I was 8, I’ve only ever wanted to understand what it was. For those interested, I will leave a link here and below.
Odudu didn’t go to uni or technical college because he doesn’t have the mental capacity to deal with it.
Nevertheless, his meek soul is one I’m proud of. A lot of our childhood experiences taunted me with guilt, shame and with a touch of inadequacy, feelings I’m all too familiar with and extremely tired of. Right now, I’m working on building a new ,unbreakable relationship with my brother again
When I struggle to get my life together and to get a continuous stream of income, only 30% is about my future.
Life is not fair but my brother deserves a future and it’s up to God and me to bring it into fulfilment.
Thanks for reading my daily thought <3
Here’s the link on Ageneis of Corpus Callosum