At 3 years old I can already see that Diego recognizes there are some things Emileo needs help with. Autism is not an easy thing for anyone. But at this tender young age, Diego has become his brother's helper. It's wonderful and heartbreaking at the same time. I want Diego to have a childhood, but I can tell he's gonna be the man of the house. Emileo has been diagnosed as having mild/moderate Autism. He's quite high functioning. Potty training was the hardest. But he can write his name, he's speaking in sentences, he's enjoying school and is actually mainstreamed into a traditional kinder class room everyday for an hour. He recognizes all the letters and numbers and is even starting to read. But sometimes there are meltdowns and tantrums (not as often anymore, yay!). He can be quite excitable and quite loud (usually due to something on tv that he's watching). And when Emileo gets too loud Diego will turn of the TV and say, "Emileo, no yelling" Or when they drop Emileo off at school, Diego will remind him "be a super star!", and you better believe when they pick him up from school Diego will ask "did you get a super star?"
Yes, little Diego doesn't take this role he's given himself lightly.
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