Growing up with an autistic brother (who was previously diagnosed with Asperger Syndrome) has caused for my life to have some unforgettable moments, such as the time he punched me in the nose when I didn’t remember the name of a radio station. Sometimes I feel like a punching bag; and he’s a bomb about to explode. However, I’d rather him punch me than a stranger on the streets. I’ve taken death threats and the chair that he tried to throw at me. I’ve seen him at his worst moments, and I’ve also seen him at his best. Living with him, I’ve learned how to filter my thoughts and think before I speak. From the handprint on my cheek, now I know not to spread secrets about him. Sometimes I want to let my anger out like he does, but after cleaning