Antisocial personality
In my house my family consist of 9 people in total, My mom, stepfather, grandma, aunt, two sisters, two brothers and me. I am going to talk about my sixteen year – old brother, his name is Alexander who have antisocial personality. Since he was a kid he never hang out with nobody, he was very shy to make friends. He always rather play alone than go outside and play with other kids. I remember listen him everyday at six o’clock in the morning doing the fire truck noise. Always playing alone. My sister and me used to make him met other kids so he can play because for us was very sad his situation, looking at him in a corner playing alone, but he will always find to way to run away from everybody and stay quite. While he was growing up the things went worst and worst. In my house my grandfather and grandmother used to do parties where all the family reunited and all the cousins including me and my sister used to play all together but he like as usual stay alone in a corner and not even playing alone, just there looking at everybody. The situation went to serious that my mom took him to a psychologist and see if he could talk with her tell her what was happening in his life that he were like that.
The psychologist advice my mom that take him out more even better if she do it as a family, like family trips. In this way he could be social with the people he already know and were always in his life. My mom start doing what the psychologist and we really saw a huge change in his personality. Alexander was more confident with us and he also looked very happy. By this time he was around ten years old. He was not social with people in the school or around our community but the psychologist told us that everything comes with the time. Around thirteen years my mom took the decision to come to the United States to have a better future and get more help with the situation. Obviously all this change affected my brother in a negative way since he was already having trust with other kid in Puerto Rico and my mom make that huge decision of coming here thinking he was going to get better here. It was not my mom fault because obviously she did it thinking everything will be better but think it was not good the fact that the did not ask how he was feeling about the decision.
My family did never knew the problem that was taking him to have this situation. For him to talk and tell us was impossible, he will never talk about it, but we did know it was something that was bothering him through his life.
