Poems About Autism by Top Critiquers

It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ For let's take a moment to analyze what others are dealing with in their own life. For sure we can't ignore the truth of the facts, about metal illness for sure it may affect, families and friends and people who we are close with in our lives. Yet we are still not sure why so many people's, lives on a daily basis is living on so many, levels of unstable with conditions with situations. That is what some people's have to learn to deal with, sometimes becoming invisible to the outside world. 🌎 THAT they were and have been...

It takes some time to master decorum
Social queues and all that jazz
It takes a great deal of control
Meanwhile on the inside
It can be quiet the mess

I’m a sweater
Like hairy but also a person who sweats a lot
But in situations that require intense interactions
I can feel my body heat turn up when I’m on the spot

It’s taken years for me to work this resting “ick” face
Learning how to:
Respond without a stutter
Or not trip over my words
I had to learn to listen
And not just be a pretender
Because it takes...

Dear "______",

We're going to be okay.

But just in case,
I wrote you this note.

When I'm quiet, it's not to shun you,
I'm just at that place in my head.
I'm not even sure that it's within my brain.
It has it's own space, muffling my ears
and glazing my eyes
-It's all reversed, to outside in.
So I go deaf and blind, to many things,
but it's only temporary.

Doctors try to label it,
but I won't sit my ass in their box.
   It's too small.
They can't even see the expanse
of all of my thoughts,...

He’s ten years old
Pokemon hyper-focused
Quoting statistics I can’t comprehend
All I can remember is Pikachu
While he’s all over it
Glued to the television set
Eyes alight with childlike joy
Consumed by an obsession
I just nod and agree with
Lost somewhere in the upgrades
 
And it’s all about red cars
Specifically convertibles
Counting every one we pass
His hands pressed against
The car window in delight
Which is better than the constant
“Are we there yet?”
When he’s bored and...

she accepts ~ my strange
quirks ~ got past the autism wall
to better know me