A Poem About My Autisim
When branches are bare and leaves gone there is no hiding place, when autism has manifested in you. Inside you, it is open season, the difference profound. The teacher once said to the student there is nothing behind his eyes. Stunned the young man builds his mind some bricks then fall down, he builds defence, it falls and fails and stormy years evolve, but like a ship on a stormy sea, I crash through waves, I shall not sink.
Multiple personalities and accents, I meet many failures, Upwards I go. Crumbs of comfort I gain, great insight and powers evolve within. So even if you are struggling like I am, be the athelete, be the racing car, never give in, you will find your key and confidence to open that door of difference and to become the champion of your world within and then the world before you.
Thank you Mason, for writing so eloquently and honestly about your experience as an individual with autism. Indeed, teachers, and others, must realise that the people in their care are seeds or saplings who will grow up to bear the fruit of their experience.