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This blog post was written by Mike Anaclerio, a high school teacher who raises autism awareness in memory of his sister, Mary. Не нужно производить лишних движений. I speak from experience that it is painful. She was the best thing that happened to our family.

You can donate to his walk page. I got the autism puzzle piece tattooed over my heart with her name how she wrote it on her state ID. Me coming along was a change in her life.

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This blog post was written by Mike Anaclerio, a high school teacher who raises autism awareness in memory of his sister, Mary. Anaclerio walks for the chapter. Read his touching story about his sister below. You can donate to his walk page. I live in the south suburbs of Chicago, and I am high school teacher. My sister Beth is the middle child and lives in San Diego, and my oldest sibling is Mary who had autism. Mary was 41 years old when she lost her battle with cancer in October of 2012. Mary was diagnosed at age 4 with autism at the University of Chicago hospital. My parents went to the local library after meeting with the doctor and found one book about autism. It's not easy to explain to people what it means to be a sibling of someone with autism. I learned a lot from Mary during her life. I became a teacher because of her; I wanted to do something with my life that involved helping others. She taught me more about life than I could ever have imagined growing up. Speaking of growing up, Mary did not like me when I was young. I was nothing but a pain in her side for most of my childhood. There was not much I could say or do that would make Mary happy when I was young. Me coming along was a change in her life. Mary did not do well with change. Mary became aggressive to the point my parents made the difficult decision to put her in a residential placement in Indianapolis when she was 15. They had to go as far as to go to court and give custody of her to the state so they would pay for it. There was no such programs in Northwest Indiana to help her, where we were living at the time. I was no longer the pain in the butt, I was her younger brother who could drive and take her anywhere she wanted to go eat. Mary grew to love me during this time. We were able to talk without her yelling at me or leaving the room. It took over 16 years for Mary to adjust to me being part of the family and her brother. If the first 16 years of my life were a struggle for me and Mary, I can tell you that the next 16 years with her were the absolute best of my life. I got 32 years with Mary. The whole time, I was getting an education from her on what life is really about. I learned what unconditional love was, what it was to have perspective on life, and what it meant to have patience. I learned all of these important values at a very young age. I am forever grateful to Mary because of this. I do not know what type of person I would be without having had her in my life. Beth and I had to grow up faster and be more mature than our friends. People in public would stare, make comments, and even laugh at Mary. Even at a young age, it pained me to witness that. I cannot imagine what our mom and dad were feeling. Standing up to kids much older than me became a common occurrence in my neighborhood because of their actions towards my sister. This word cuts deeply, and I cannot even stand the sound of it. Mary did not ask to be born with autism. Imagine being a parent or sibling and hearing your child, brother, or sister called that. I speak from experience that it is painful. She had an incredible memory that everyone who met her were in awe of. All it took was that one time and she knew it. She was also good with dates. You could ask her what day of the week June 1, 1986 was, and she would know the answer immediately. When anyone passes away, it is sad. This what I tell people when they ask me about Mary dying. Someone dying of cancer at the age of 41 is worse, and that 41 year old having autism and not knowing what is happening to them is one of the worst. My mom made the difficult decision to tell Mary that she was not going to get better and that she would be going to heaven. Immediately, Mary began asking questions about what was going to happen in heaven. Mary started off by asking my mom to help her pack her clothes so she would be ready to go. She always needed the basic questions answered. Her brain tissue is currently being studied with other female brains. Our hope is that research will help future generations find a cure for autism. Since her passing, I have made it a priority in my life to continue to help others affected by autism. I put together a the year after she passed away. I was asked to be on the walk committee this year for the at Soldier Field. I am very excited to be a part of the walk in this way! A couple weeks ago on April 2 nd World Autism Awareness Day , our school sold the Autism Speaks wristbands to students to get into the student vs. We sold 1,000 wristbands!! Myself and a student whose younger sister has autism spoke to the student body before the game. To me, the best times in my last 16 years with Mary were when it was Beth, Mary and me together. The silliness of the conversations between us will probably never be understood by anyone except the three of us. I know I speak for Beth when I say it made us happy too. She was the best thing that happened to our family. Mary is on my mind every day, and also in my heart. I got the autism puzzle piece tattooed over my heart with her name how she wrote it on her state ID. Life is not the same without her for us. We lost the best thing that ever happened to us, but in her 41 years she taught us lessons and gave us memories that will last forever. Her legacy is important to me, and I want my two young boys to know what an incredible person their aunt Mary was.

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This blog post was written by Mike Anaclerio, a high school teacher who raises autism awareness in memory of his sister, Lo. Speaking of growing up, Mary did not like me when I was young. There was not much I could say or do that would make Mary happy when I was young. Mary grew to love me during this time. Imagine being a parent or sibling and gusto your child, brother, or sister called that. I was nothing but a pain in her side for most of my childhood.