Originally posted by: Alienwho
Let me start off by saying, that I am 23 years old. My brother is 15. My brother is completely devoid of humanesque tendencies, I swear he is lower than a dog. He has no sense of loyalty, passion, love, gratitude, justice, judgement, etc. He cares for no one and no thing. He absolutely refuses to do any kind of schoolwork.
Since I live relatively close to my parents, home, I visit a few times a week for dinner and to chat. I stopped by this afternoon to grab a package and talk with my mom. She told me my brother has been sneaking downstairs to play the computer at 2am, so she asked me to hide the monitor and stuff. I told her I could just password the computer and call it good.
About 10 minutes later, my brother comes home from school. My mom tells him he needs to find something to do today, such as homework, hanging out with friends, reading a book, riding his bike, whatever and that his computer time is over. He ignores her and goes directly to the computer. Finding it was password protected, he tries some things. I tell him it's useless and he'll never get it, so he might as well go find something else to do.
At this point he starts to slam doors and yell. My mom is extremely patient with him and tells him nicely that it's a beautiful day and he needs to do something outside. She also reminds him their "deal" where he has to do so much homework/chores and he could have so much computer time. He obviously failed at his end of the bargain.
My mom then tells him to go outside and get out some of his energy. He yells "I'm going to get out some energy by breaking stuff". At this point he is in the nice living room that is full of all kinds of statues and figurines. I go to confront him and tell him to relax and get over it, because it's not changing. At this point he gets in my face and puts his wiry arms up like he's going to hit me.
Now, I am 6'2", 185 pounds, in quite good shape (I lift 3 times a week and play numerous sports). My brother is about 5'7" and extremely scrawny and skinny (he doesn't do ANYTHING physical). So needless to say, when he got in my face I couldn't really help but chuckle to myself. Especially because this has happened before:
*Side Story* Now, what my brother lacks in brains and strength, he makes up by his complete stupidity, arrogance, bad judgement, and pure passionate hatred. A few months ago my mom grounded him from the xbox and asked me to take it away. As I was taking it away he freaked out, punched out some windows and kicked a few holes in the walls. As I walked back inside and realized what was going on, I went in his room and noticed all the destruction. I was still calm at this point though. My mom was trying to calm my brother down, and at this point he started to curse my mom into oblivion. Well this sent me over the edge, and I proceeded to nearly choke my brother unconscious, followed by restraining him on the ground for about 10 minutes while he boiled and freaked out. Once he calmed down, I cleaned up all the broken glass, and that was the end of that. I felt bad about it mere hours afterwards, and I wanted to apologize, but I would only apologize if he apologized first, because it was all his mess afterward. He never felt any remorse.
Back to today. He gets in my face and I instinctively twirl him around and get him into a headlock. And get him down on the ground. He fights with everything he's got, but it's totally useless, he's not moving anywhere. I almost choke him dead once again, he freaks continues to freak out. I tell him to relax and I'll let him go. He shows no signs of calming down. Meanwhile my mom is talking of calling the police. I tell her to do it, call the police, get this kid out of here. She calls 911 and gets a message saying "this call will not go through". Heh, great. She gives up on that and I restrain my brother for another few minutes.
Eventually I feel his body tension go down a bit. I slowly let him go. He then goes for his shoes, puts them on, and stomps his way out of the house. He then hops on his bike, being sure to cause as much damage to our cars/garage stuff on the way out. He rides off and I tell him to do us all a favor and get hit by a car.
So that's my story. I don't know what to do. My mom is the most kind and patient woman in the world and she's trying her hardest. My dad is great, but he gets so frustrated with him that he doesn't know what to do. I'm the only one who gets into physical confrontations with him.
Why is he so incredibly addicted to these games? We try to get him to do stuff with us, motorcycles, wakeboarding, boating, sports, etc. But he just refuses and would rather sit in the office gaming. If you don't force him to eat, he never would. He would sit and play games for 5 days until his body just shut down and died. The sad thing is, he doesn't even have a WoW account, he just keeps playing the 5 day trial or whatever it is, over and over again. And the computer he plays on is so slow and old, it's like a slideshow. I'm not joking, I'm talking 1 frame per 2 seconds here. It's unbelievable.
Advice me.
