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Autistic Suchley
I made 1 friend in my nursery years
Pale, quiet, had a nervous tick
Had no idea why no one liked us
But some years later it eventually clicked
Neither of us confident to socialise and chat
I with pen in hand was sketching poems into pad
He with mathematics, never need a calculator
Somehow come together, but would split just 1 year later
A different house, a different school, my world was complicated
All I ever knew had been destroyed and recreated
No friends for me that year, and likely neither for him too
The only pal I had I had to part with way too soon
Fast the years went past, and I surpassed the kids in class
Receiving As for all my grades and finished tasks like speeding cars
I wondered if my friend would still remember who I was
And if he'd also spend his time intellectually on top
As if by luck or sheer coincidence, we joined the same "big school"
In different houses but our classes all the same, that shit was cool
Neither of us really had a friend throughout those years
So when we saw each other's faces eyes were filling up with tears
The world was really lonely for the both of us those days
My head in poems, stories, his in algebra equations
But thanks to our intelligence, we made it back together
And to this day, we're still best friends, and will be for forever
Published 19th Jan 2020
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19th Jan 2020 5:16am
This is such an endearing story, childhood friends were the rarest and best, I can relate to the part about excelling academically but not socially and being a bookworm. The few friends I had were like a lifeline..
Best of luck in the comp !
Best of luck in the comp !
19th Jan 2020 5:35am
19th Jan 2020 7:41pm
so heartwarming!
my autistic son (now coming up for 27) had one 'mate' in infants and junior school, didn't go to secondary with him (but he lived just around the corner most the time, moving away for a few years before they reconnected) and they are still friends. this other guy 'gets him', even if they don't always spend time together. they spend many happy hour team-gaming from the same address but in different rooms! your poem reminded me of their friendship. thankyou.
my autistic son (now coming up for 27) had one 'mate' in infants and junior school, didn't go to secondary with him (but he lived just around the corner most the time, moving away for a few years before they reconnected) and they are still friends. this other guy 'gets him', even if they don't always spend time together. they spend many happy hour team-gaming from the same address but in different rooms! your poem reminded me of their friendship. thankyou.
