I’ve seen the fiercest hearts of my generation burn themselves alive, lips wrapped around a pipe…
Family is complex for this autistic.
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Autism in Poetry: It Burns
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Autism in Poetry: My Friend Billy
Friendship is complex for this autistic…
Billy & I had nothing in common. Except our hearts.
My autistic heart cannot seperate my life from our world’s fate…
And the rising tides of hate.
No apology. No justification. No lecture. No discussion. No education. No enlightenment…
Here’s the experience of autistic sensory overload.
“Well, we all have meltdowns, don’t we sweetie…?”
Ummmmm… Actually…?
No.
For some, living autistic is about the exhausting quest for…
Perfection.
#AutismAcceptance…?
Look out. That first step’s a doozy…
For some families, autistics aren’t the children parents ordered…
Works for me.
Why would teachers, parents, friends waste time saying one thing to me trying to communicate something entirely different…?
Later, why would bosses, priests, lovers mock, rage, abuse for doing exactly what they say…?
How did autistic & other neurodiverse kids survive the Dark Ages before IEPs, 504 plans, targeted therapy, noise-canceling headphones…?
Here’s some brutal autistic truth-telling for you…
I find it hard to find a home for art that celebrates the life of #neurodiversity…
Hope this isn’t inappropriate here to celebrate the occasional cold, lazy Sunday….
Autistic humor is… different. Cuz nothing’s funnier than Truth.
A surreal sci-fi/cowboy punk hybrid…
Sorta like a Horse Opera Odyssey… from an alien point of view.
One of my “Songs Without a Singer.” #Neurodiversity #ND #ActuallyAutistic
