So, the mother of the family, first, worked finances for the school administration. The most egregious things that can be attributed to her are a mix of mothering in 3, varying degrees of autistic – or, at the very least, mentally ill – children, being an absolutely shitty mother to her kids and a wife overall (since, apparently, it came out after I graduated that she'd been having an affair behind her husband's back and promptly got her ass divorced when it got found out), and allowing her home to fall into a state of inexcusable squalor (the details of which I'll get into soon enough). That's, of course, aside from the fact that she was a two-faced, hypocritical bitch who only cozied up to other parents so she could get free favors, and if you weren't useful to her, you might as well have not existed.
The eldest brother of the family, I'll admit, I never knew too well, aside from the fact that he was apparently something of a troublemaker both in and out of school, and he emanated the vibe of potentially becoming either a serial killer or some kind of sex offender later in life. Lord, I sure hope that never came true. I don't know what happened to the guy after he graduated and his own family never really mentioned anything about him either after that point.
The youngest brother of the family, who was just a little bit younger than the middle child and attended the same exact years and class placements as him, was full on insufferable sped in that peculiar sort of way in which he wasn't completely low functioning, given that he could academically function in a classroom environment just fine, but he wasn't high functioning either, and he had a litany of physical disabilities on top of that, all qualities which he exercised to full benefit by way of being the whiniest, entitled cunt whenever anything remotely displeased him and demanded not only people's tolerance for him because of his state, but outright approval as well. Dude always carried a full on, electrical fan with him to every class and was accommodated to have it plugged into the room's nearest wall outlet to wherever he was seated and running full blast on him for the full duration of every class period which, aside from his already whiny conduct, was quite disruptive. But of course he could get away with all of it, being the child of someone who worked in the school's administration. I still recall the absolute most unpleasant moment of dealing with his autism personally was when I had the unfortunate displeasure of using the restroom at the same time as him, he waddled his fat ass into the handicapped stall (not like he used any form of assisted movement whatsoever), then tried to strike up a conversation with me and demand that I remain with him in the bathroom to keep him company while he proceeded to carry out the loudest, foulest smelling monster shit I'd ever known at that point in time. Naturally, I did what any sane person would do and bailed the fuck out of there. And then I received some complaints later that I upset him by doing so. To which I politely told the ones notifying me of the grievance that they could go fuck themselves while offering the reason that the retard wanted me to miss class so I could stay in the restroom with him and be a pooper pal while he committed an unholy violation of that toilet. People got off my case pretty quick once I explained that much.
I saved the middle child for last specifically because I was, in a way, friends (?) with the guy, probably insofar as to keep some semblance of peace, and because he was the only member who was just barely tolerable, but not really. The guy looked and sounded every bit like a total autist, complete not only with a lisp, but a rather down syndrome-like, slurring cadence to his voice whenever he spoke, but aside from some completely oblivious social awkwardness he exemplified most of the time, his biggest mental deficiency didn't seem to come from anything like autism or retardation or anything of the sort – more that he was just an idiot. And an edgy idiot at that. The kind that very well would've probably dressed in a trenchcoat, fedora, or some variation of black leather if we didn't have a dress code to adhere to, started adopting an unironic, "Hitler was right" and "national socialism could work" mentality after doing some bare bones historical research of his own (although I wouldn't call him a "Nazi" since he never seemed to take to stances of white supremacy or antisemitism – kind of a weird mix of the guy having both incredibly left-leaning values while agreeing with what Hitler tried to accomplish at the same time) – to which he showed his support by proceeding to draw swastikas on every single fucking thing he could get his hands on, much like any edgy teenager – he took to listening to death metal at ear bleeding volumes and tried to push it onto as many people as he could, and, when dabbling in any creative nerdshit endeavor like D&D, he would always try to portray himself as what basically amounted to Drizzt but grimderp and "evil". I'll touch down a little bit on this next note near the end, but one would think most of this edginess could be chalked up to just teenage autism, but, no, the dude definitely had some serious mental illness going on, and one of the things that keyed me into it and never sat right with me was the fact that he was concerningly obsessed with knowing where every single person who associated with him lived, how to get in and out of their house, what the details were in their bedrooms, and he regularly made veiled threats to stalk and break into the homes of others as a weird sort of "haha, funny" joke. Turned out, in the long run, all of his edgy shit wasn't exactly just teenage shit. Maybe.
In my attempts at the time to maintain some manner of amicable relation to this person, I made the horrible mistake of taking him up on an offer to hang out at his house once. Nice, little, middle-class looking suburban home from the outside. Two things hit me with a near sensory overload the moment I stepped inside, however: The first was that almost every single square inch of their house was just absolutely cluttered in junk (think sort of like those pictures and videos of the interior of Chris-chan's old house) and loose clothing, and not just junk either as I came to discover moving further into the home, but plates upon plates of old, half-eaten, rotting food absolutely covered their kitchen, their kitchen sink, their dining room, their trash, just about everywhere there was to place something that wasn't already filled with random furniture and miscellany that was going unused and gathering dust. The second, as a direct result of the first I'd imagine, was the utterly putrid fucking stench that permeated the entire house, which had me gagging the further we moved in, partially caused by all the food left everywhere, partially – as I came to discover – caused by all the cats they had running around the house, pissing and shitting into every nook and cranny they could get into, and the rest caused by God knows what the fuck else. If I'd have had my own ride to the house, I would've bailed right on the fucking spot, but, unfortunately, I was left at the mercy of fulfilling my "friend obligations" to this person, so I hoped to Christ that, somehow, things might possibly be mitigated somewhat once we got to his room. It got worse. I came to discover that this person resided in a room that had absolutely no carpet, but a concrete floor (only room in the house that was like this from what I'd noticed), his bedding consisted of 4 mattresses stacked on top of each other with the bottom 3 all being broken and no bed frame, he kept clothes and trash strewed all over the floor of his room, his desktop PC sat atop a knee-high chest of drawers near his bed which he accessed by way of seating himself in a plastic lawn chair, setting the keyboard in his lap, and running his mouse (with accompanying mousepad, for all the fucking good it was worth) across the arm of the chair (he would play CSS, WoW, and Halo like this, and I had absolutely no idea how), and he had his own personal, completely unsoundproofed bathroom adjacent to his bed as well, which he promptly decided to hole himself up in and take a massive, half-hour shit within as soon as he showed me into his room. (I just can't escape from being someone's pooper pal, I guess.) Once he got out, he decided he wanted to pass the time by watching episodes of Family Guy and Scrubs on Hulu, then by showing me himself playing WoW. I don't remember when or how I convinced him that I needed to go home, since he seemed insistent on keeping me there for as long as he possibly could, but I somehow managed to get out of there and get home at some point. Never, ever took him up on another offer to hang out at his house since then.
Last time I saw that guy was several years ago, when I was in college, as we both ran into each other at a funeral. He seemed a hell of a lot slower than he used to be, and had this really weird feeling of derangement from him. He then promptly explained that he had been forced into a mental ward by his family for two weeks after having a violent mental breakdown and then attempting to commit suicide, and that he was currently on some kind of depressant medication to keep his mood in check so that he wouldn't suffer a relapse. Once again, like in the old days, he tried to pressure me into letting him come around my place. I promptly cut all contact and avoided him after that.
