Growing up in my household was strange on several levels, but at the center of it all was my ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder) brother. At five years my senior, he turned bullying into an creative art—never taunting in exactly the same way twice.

One day, I remember we were watching cartoons on the TV when my brother stood up, walked in front of me, stuck his butt in my face, and farted—one big cheek-flapping symphony. When the chorus was complete, he laughed that oh-so taunting laugh and ran upstairs.

Sometimes I think Ha Ha..the jokes on him, but then again it was still a butt in my face (at least it was clothed).