Living with Autism

June 4, 2008
I'm not normal.
I don't understand if someone speaks to me.
I can hear their lips moving,
I can see sound,
Piecing the two together is impossible.

I have a world.
A place inside my head, one only I can see.
It's beautiful, this world of mine.
I spend my days here.
I can do anything, anywhere, anytime.

I'm not trapped.
I am not stuck inside my mind, inside my world.
I just chose it over yours.
It is much simpler.
And also much more complex.

I could come out.
I believe I could join you, I could understand.
I don't want to, I don't need to.
It's too complicated.
There is no pretending here, just being.

Your mind is a maze.
Twisting, turning, and changing.
It's never the same twice,
You are never the same twice.
I forever stay the same.

They think I'm stupid.
Are being stupid, and different the same thing?
Sometimes I think they are right,
Then I see,
If they truly believe that, the roles should be reversed.

Reality hurts,
But I have my parents, my friends.
I love them,
They see through my disability to the person,
The one in the bubble.

They never give up on me.
I listen to them talking to doctors,
The doctors say horrible things,
They don't speak of me as a child,
But as a disease.

I'm not lost.
If you believe in me, I can be found.
When my parents speak to me,
They don't speak to me as a thing,
But as their child.
Their child living with autism.

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bella-nielsen said...
Jun. 19, 2014 at 7:01 pm
i wrote an article on autism. this piece really opens up my feelings.
LucyLoodles said...
Oct. 29, 2011 at 4:09 pm
This is beautiful :) 
Emiri said...
Oct. 25, 2011 at 8:33 pm
It's so true. Autism hurts alot of people. But that doesn't mean it's entirely evil.... This is graet.
Miro said...
Aug. 13, 2008 at 9:53 pm
Beutiful ideas, moving, we have tears comming... M.
Dedo said...
Aug. 13, 2008 at 5:43 pm
Beutiful, moving, touching. My granddaughter's name is Linda
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