A very good friend of ours has a son who is autistic and sent me the following - I just thought that it was an interesting piece to read, and I have sent it to a number of friends who struggle to imagine what it is to be autistic.
This poem was written by a 14 year old girl whose brain is neurodiverse.
I walk the world with different eyes.
I think my ways with different vies.
I speak rudely, as it seems to you.
I speak truthfully, it’s just my view.
I don’t have a filter, the world thinks.
I just say it how it is, it’s nothing new.
I am rude for not looking in your eyes.
I am selfish for not liking your food.
But you try going a day walking in my shoes.
The lights are too bright, the shop is too loud, my clothes are itchy, there’s too big of a crowd. They’ve changed the packaging of my food, I can never eat it again, they’ve ruined my mood.
I don’t understand your social cues, some may say I can’t read the room.
They smiled at her they must like her more, is it because she’s normal, am I a bore? I wish to be like the rest, days out, partying, not confined in my own nest.
I have my own little world, cooped up in my head, the safest place from this society mess. It can get a little lonely feeling so unalike, but at least I can skip the long queues at Alton towers, right?
I stare at others wishing that could’ve been me, all the beauty of life I can’t see.
This shoes tighter than the other, my sock is aggravating me mother, they’ve changed my recipe to my safe food, the logo is different now I’m screwed.
You may call me different, a freak perhaps, but you will never understand the way my brain works, it’s like an upside down map.
But there’s charm in my brain that others don’t have, I would sell my soul to help a friend, an animal, or even a Teddy at that. The sympathy for others I hold in my heart is a gift that many other people see as art. I love and care too much they think but there’s so much to love if you just believe.
I'm made to think I'm different from the rest but what if it’s everyone else’s brains that have been scrambled and messed?