I want my life back! My brother has got to go home. I love him and I totally empathize with him but he's taken over my apartment. I no longer have any privacy and it's become impossible for me to maintain a budget. He goes through my groceries like there's no tomorrow. Sometimes he eats things I have earmarked for something special. Groan!

I get the guilt trip thrown at me by relatives and case workers about taking care of him. Am I my brother's keeper? Yes. But there is only so much I can do. He needs more services but he's been turned down again. Our only hope is that they will reevaluate him and find him to be autistic, as I know he is, rather than mildly retarded. It would open up a few more avenues for him. I can't take care of my own stuff right now for looking into his. Something's got to give. Please pray for us. We need a lot of help.

Mom was on a maniac high yesterday when I paid her a visit. I'm so afraid she's going to do or say something that gets her thrown out of the assistive living program and then I'll be back at square one. Need prayer on her behalf, too.