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The original was posted on /r/AmItheAsshole by /u/Puzzleheaded-Log4884 on 2023-08-31 17:54:45.
I (23F) have two older sisters “Chloe” (29F) and “Demi” (31F). Demi is married and has a son who is one and she recently found out she’s pregnant with her second child. Chloe is autistic she used to live with me but I had enough after I was doing everything and all she did was watch movies on her tablet for 12 hours a day so I kicked Chloe out. Demi had a spare room so Chloe moved in.
The rules are as follows:
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No eating in your bedroom.
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Chloe must keep one hour aside every day just to clean her bedroom. It doesn’t matter if it’s not a full hour just to pick everything up from the floor. I don’t want any books, clothes or rubbish on the floor. She has a bookshelf, she has a wardrobe, she has a laundry basket and storage that’s what they’re used for.
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Must make her bed every morning.
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The main important one: Chloe must have a job with minimum hours of 16 per week and must have kept that job for at least three months.
When Demi asked about Chloe moving in due to her having a second baby I set these rules. Demi called me a prick because she knows that I know Chloe won’t stick to them. The thing is our parents are deceased and Chloe is on a waiting list for assisted living but because services are stretched she has a five-year waiting list.
AITA for purposely producing rules that Chloe has to follow if she wants to live with me again knowing she won’t follow a single one?
I’m autistic and I didn’t encounter consequences until my mother died. Before she died, she had always covered my bills whenever there was a shortfall in my own earning.
Well, she died. Within six months I was living on the street. After three months of living on the street I was changed. That was summer of 2009. I have never been without income since then.
Being autistic doesn’t mean being incapable of learning. It just means being severely restricted in learning from convention.
If a person is struggling with the convention of working, exposure to the reality of why we work is the cure. The longer you protect your sister the longer she stays incapable of protecting herself.