My Motives Are Not Your Motives

A Tale of Two Brothers

Two brothers were born, two years apart. Both were born good and morally strong.

One was born a quiet introvert, but battled against it and wanted to become more loud and extroverted.

The other was born an extrovert, but became more and more shy and quiet.

One looked like his father, but ended up being compared to his mother's family.

The other looked like his mother, but ended up being compared to his father.

One was loved by their mother, but became rude and ignorant towards her, making her cry by not phoning her. He ended up being adored by his mother.

The other wasn't loved as much by his mother, as his disability made her life more difficult, but he thoughtfully and diligently phoned his mother every fortnight. He ended up being hated by his mother.

Both brothers settled with partners who went to the same university, with the same middle name, and with the same birthday.

One had a partner who was arrogant, rude, narcissistic and talked down to everyone - morally weak.

The other's partner was humble, kind, selfless and generous towards others - morally strong.

One brother didn't want marriage, but ended up getting married.

The other wanted marriage, but his proposal was rejected.

One didn't want children, but was made to be a family man.

The other always wanted to be a family man, but had his child taken away.

One didn't want a second child after the first was born, but had another child.

The other wanted a second child, but was denied.

One loved programming computers as a child, but ended up working in architecture.

The other was artistic as a child, but ended up working in computers.

One thought about volunteering in Africa, but instead became rich, selfish and rude like his partner.

The other thought he would one day be rich, but like his partner he always thought of others first, and lived a frugal life.

One became morally weak and selfish under the influence of his partner, and therefore was dissatisfied with his life, and as he had said that suicide was "brave", he ended it.

The other learnt the importance of gratitude for everything in his life, continued being morally strong, and despite life's trials, he lived a poor, hard, but good life.

Always thinking of others, the surviving brother decided to help his niece and nephew to stay in their family home by not going to the coroner's inquest, where he would need to tell the truth (as he was both moral and autistic) meaning that he would need to say that his brother thought that suicide was "brave".

This would mean that the coroner would rule the death a suicide, and therefore his ex-wife and children wouldn't get life insurance money or have their mortgage paid off, and so would be evicted from their house.

Despite his autistic longing for objective justice, he decided that by remaining silent and not attending the coroner's inquest, the coroner would probably declare an Open verdict on the cause of his brother's death, meaning that the insurance money was paid to his brother's ex-wife, and their enormous, unaffordable mortgage was paid off, so they wouldn't be evicted from their house.

The surviving brother was comforted by the fact that he'd always done the morally right thing, despite his autism causing him to have uncontrollable verbal meltdowns, a bit like the related neurodivergent diagnosis Tourette's Syndrome.

Non-tolerant, non-understanding, cruel and disability-hating people always assume incorrectly that Tourette's ticks and Autistic meltdowns are deliberate, controllable behaviour, whereas they were no more controllable than a Patellar reflex.

The surviving good and morally just brother, despite his family nonsensically blaming him for the quirks caused by his innate disability, compounded by the PTSD caused by being verbally and, on occasion physically, abused as a child because of his disability, lived a content life knowing that he'd always done his best for his family, no matter how much they hated him for actions he could not help doing.

Always the family man, he always wished one day, like his partner, his family would be intelligent and/or knowledgable enough about autism and ADHD to understand, and compassionate enough not to judge disabled people on behaviour they cannot help or stop.

But his voice fell on deaf ears, as the psychopath had brainwashed his family, and had gaslighted them into believing her lies about him.

So they lived the rest of their lives in their alternate reality, because it's easier to blame the wrong person than to confront reality and be kind to those that are always kind, except when their disability causes a short, temporary, verbal tick.

And the psychopath's anti-disabled, intolerant beliefs got passed down to the next generation, ad infinitum.