Is AUTHOR wrong in the post ? POST : I saw the story about the guy who cares for his sister and thought maybe this would be a good place to vent/get opinions
TLDR at the end
(Let me preface this with if my family should find this, turn back now. You already know, and making a scene because I told strangers won’t change anything.)
A little backstory: my brother (let’s call him A) is mentally a three year old. Physically he’s racing towards his 20’s and in an extended state of puberty.
The doctors said he would die in infancy, and every day is a miracle in my house. But every day for me starts at four thirty, turning on the baby monitor to listen for A, because he drools a lot and can choke on it. And often does. I’m usually able to get back to sleep, but waking up many times during the night to make sure someone helps him and hearing the noises he makes from so early gets pretty tiring. So from the start I’m pretty irritable. I’d like to mention real quick that he was born when I was pretty little, so I’ve been dealing with this pretty well my entire life. I’m his official caretaker now. ranges from smiling like the sun to digging his nails in and aiming for the face because of I couldn’t make his parents come home early. He needs special feedings every two hours, along with diaper changes. (As he’s a big kid and is actually pretty hairy, liquid poop is the worst part of my day) Not to mention he hates it, i would hate it if it was me. He has to be attended to 24/7 and we can’t go anywhere without him. 
He drools constantly and likes to spread it around, and shrieks when he’s excited. When he’s mad he screams like he’s being murdered, needless to say it gets a lot of looks. When we do manage to get out, he has to have a long list of things that I hate dealing with. He’s been so spoiled over the years because my parents fear he could die any day now, and they tell me I have to let him get away with anything for that reason. 
He dominates my life, I’m in my 20’s and living at home because a professional cna won’t do what I do. I live rent free for my service, with a weekly allowance, (and bought most things that I ask for within reason) and my parents insist to anyone who asks what I do for a living that I’m a babysitter or unemployed. My brother is the first thing I see in the morning and I have nightmares about him every night almost always consisting of me killing him. I feel like an awful person, and if I try to quit I’ll be homeless and he will have no one to care for him. 
Lately I’ve been snippy, sometimes downright rude about it. I hate taking care of him, and his terrible attitude makes me wish the day we all fear would come already.

TLDR: my brother was born able to do nothing for himself, and there’s nothing else to do, but I hate taking care of him. Parents treat me like I’m 13 and pay me the same way. I dream about and often wish he would pass.