http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=104242711
This is a book written by a man with an autistic brother, about how much it sucked to have an autistic brother. How his brother got all the attention and he never had a chance to do any of the stuff normal kids do because of that. I have no sympathy for this person whatsoever. He doesn't even seem to think of his brother as a human being, only as an encumbrance to his own life.
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"Almost as soon as I have a memory of myself, the memory is of worrying about Noah," Greenfeld says. "I was very much the less important sibling. I don't look back on that with any kind of self-pity; it just was the reality of the situation."
His entire book is basically an exercise in self-pity, so this is a rather spurious argument.
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