The sound, oh the loud sound is coming into my ears,
I hate it, I wish I could shut it out.
It bounces around in my head, causing me pain,
While other Neurotypicals enjoy the social event,
I am sitting in silence, but yet there is a storm inside my head,
Swirling inside, crashing and bashing.
It is the flash of the lights on a fire truck,
That are like bright blue and red lasers,
Going straight into my eyes,
Causing me to look away.
It is the movement of the people,
Lots of people, so much to process,
That is overwhelming me.
I am getting my picture taken with my Neurotypical friends,
Suddenly a flash comes,
It is like lightning,
I feel the feeling of sensory overload coming on,
And the switch is flipped,
From calm to a storm within seconds,
I shake my head, I can’t control it, and I cannot stop.
People stare at me, wondering what is happening within.
Within a few minutes, the storm has passed, but the effects are still lingering in my system
The pounding heart,
The shortness of breath,
The voice of anxiety is screaming in my head.
I try to look ok,
I try to breathe,
And slowly the feeling leaves,
But that risk is always there,
The switch could be flipped,
And the storm could start again,
The meltdown or shutdown could come,
But I don’t know when.
This is a poem about sensory overload that I wrote.
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