We are not broken, defective, or sick.
We do not have a disease,
We do not need to be cured,
We are unique,
We see the world in a different way.
I am unique,
I see the world in a different way,
My special interests are not “obsessions”.
Flapping my hands,
Spinning myself around,
Fidgeting with a brightly colored stim toy.
I love routine,
It’s comforting and helps me function.
I hate trying new foods,
It makes me feel sick.
The sensory world can be hard to deal with
Smell of food,
Smell of cleaner,
Sight of flashing lights,
The flicker of a fluorescent light.
The turmoil inside my head,
The storm raging within.
The meltdown that makes me feel horrible,
Tears clouding my eyes,
Fighting that choking, horrible, feeling.
Other’s experience shutdowns,
To where their brain is simply exhausted and overwhelmed,
And their words are stuck in their head,
And they need time to recover and figure things out.
I sometimes become lonely,
Because I don’t know how to fit in,
I go off alone, to try to figure things out.
I try to go through conversations, I try so hard to figure everything out,
But to no avail,
My brain is simply not wired to learn these social things.
Anxiety is my constant companion,
It never leaves me alone,
Sometimes whispering, sometimes screaming,
Making my heart pound,
Stomach in knots,
It whispers that I am never good enough.
I think in literal terms,
And sometimes misunderstand,
And have other’s get upset or mad,
And I become confused and upset.
Autistic’s need help,
Autistic’s need kindness,
Meltdowns do not need to be handled with anger,
We need understanding.
We need people to explain things,
We need to stim,
To free ourselves from anxiety, and to express ourselves.
We need other’s to realise that being different is “ok”,
And that we can do things that Neurotypicals do,
We can have a job,
We can have children,
We can be successful.
So please don’t say that we are “Incapable”,
Have you seen an Autistic
Ride a horse bridle-less,
Work with dogs,
And play piano?
That’s me, I’m not incapable.
Others might need to do something different, or need help,
But we are capable of doing things.
Don’t call Autism a “tragedy”,
We are all different, yet all unique.
We don’t need tears,
We don’t need a cure,
We need acceptance and understanding,
So that we can shine from within.
A poem about Autistics, written by an Autistic.
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