(FOR AUTISM AWARENESS DAY APRIL 2)
Autism is standing still while
Everyone runs for the cliff edge
And you want to know why
Before joining them
But the surge pushes you down
And they thunder across your back
And you’re bloody but not broken
Because the rage keeps you sane
Autism is always being chosen
To be
The Cheese
In Farmer in the Dell
The Cheese stands alone
In the middle of the circle
As baby classmates point and sing
And you cry
But the next year you don’t cry
You will never let them break you
At least they won’t know
You care
Autism is getting it wrong when a boy flirts
Confusion from what he means
Interpreted by his ego
Thinking you’re indifferent
To his oh-so-obvious charms
And he hates you
Autism is being nice to a boy
Who seems like a friend
But not realizing
His ego cannot allow someone like you
To be kind
i.e., flirt (must be, he reasons)
And he hates you
For showing interest in his
Oh-so-obvious charms
Yet autism is like everyone else
Loving friends and movies
Books and games
Dreaming of being asked
To the prom
And buying a dress
To transform the lightning and thunder
Into rainbows of love, peace and happiness
Autism is loving sex and drugs and rock and roll
But luckily learning that drugs can take you
Where you don’t want to go
Because you can’t come back
But some nights you think
Maybe that’s not bad
What’s to come back to?
Only thunder and lightning and rain
Autism is when married
Choosing a dysfunctional like you
Yet he becomes an adversary
Family and friends roll their eyes
And laugh when he reveals your secrets
Meant only for him
It’s not like you’re barking like a dog
Or flapping your hands
Everything looks “normal”
But there must be some type of invisible mark
That all can see
Except me
What do they see?
What did I do?
What did I say?
Answers? No, so
Although I’ve never been a head banger
I want to badly butt
My head against theirs
Make them see
I’m like them
I am!
But I don’t know what to say
My tongue gets in the way
Children come
One is finally labeled
“Somewhat autistic”
What does that mean?
No information
Never heard the word before
No idea I am
We’re all so different
But children raised
In the offbeat way
AKA, autistic
And their lives
Get drenched in different shades of rain
Thunder, lightning
Mudslides
What is Autism?
Autism is traffic jams
Oncoming headlights in
A foggy, dark night
Thunder drowning out your heartbeat
Automobile stereo’s bass line ripping through your brain
Autism is thunder in your soul
As rain pours from your eyes
And lightning jerks your strings
Autism is knowing you are safest locked alone
In your room
Where no one can hurt you
But the curse is
Like everyone else
You crave society…
© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: zmescience.com
This is wonderful, Clarissa! You have so much talant…getting feelings onto paper and making others understand. I admire your work so much.
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As I admire yours. I read your work and often wish I’d written it xo
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Thank you. I read your poetry and wish I were as good as you. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Building Castles In The Air and commented:
April is National Autism Awareness Month. My fellow blogger and friend, Clarissa, at http://www.poeturja.wordpress.com does a fantastic job at expressing the interior landscape of autism.
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This is a wonderful and beautiful poem. I will re-read it again and again.
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Thank you so much, Kim! Looking forward to reading your blog (love the name The Cheesesellers Wife)!
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Thank you so much, Cathy. The beauty of social media is that we do, indeed, make some very special friends and you are definitely one of them xo
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I feel the same. 🙂
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This is wonderful Clarissa you capture the true essence of autism…..a wonderful friend of mine once commented that we are all on the autism spectrum somewhere just some of us are further along than others…..though I do connect with a lot that you say…..
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Thanks so much for your comment! I like your friend’s comment that we’re all on the spectrum somewhere. Looking forward to checking out your blog 🙂
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Thanks Clarissa, stop by anytime….
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Reblogged this on Still Another Writer's Blog and commented:
Well said!
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I appreciate the reblog so very much….thanks!
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Reblogged this on The Hopeful Wanderer (https://thehopefulwonderer.wordpress.com/2016/04/06/autism-awareness-month/)
Thanks for sharing your talents with the world.
Peace & Love
– Christine
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Thank you so much, dear Chris!
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Such a moving piece. Loved it.
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Thank you so much, Laurel. I look forward to reading your blog!
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You’re so welcome and thanks for reading my blog. 🙂
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Wow. I recognize that almost so much might cry.
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Thank you so much, Heather. We will stay strong, no matter the hurt and loneliness! So glad to meet you!
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Reblogged this on heather awen archives and commented:
This is so accurate I cried. Cried. First (only?) poem that made me me in words. I’m very grateful. April 2nd is Autism Awareness Day – don’t believe the hype about who, how, what we are. The media, Autism Speaks, and BigPharma want you to believe we should not have been born. Haven’t we been abused ENOUGH? Don’t genocide my people, please, don’t genocide us.
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Thank you, Heather, for the reblog. I, too, feel upset about the hype and inaccurate media stories. We are all so varied, diverse, and I never even knew I am autistic until a few years ago. So much for labels…
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I just put it together last month! So I am really excited because for the first time I don’t feel alone or ashamed. The amount of shame I have carried about not being able to ” get it right” has been unbearable. The entire “how can someone so brilliant not know the last basic stuff ?” And that society is crippling for me. When a few things came together even though I kept asking doctors if I had Aspergers because I seems like I should have that diagnosis they always said I had really high empathy so that disqualified me. But when I read especially women who are autistic the empathy is very strong and the man I love it’s almost disabling for him . So I’m amazed that after decades of being ” weird” and not fitting into any box correctly there is this whole world of people who make sense . When I first saw some vlogs I was very anxious all day because I didn’t know how my brain got into their bodies – I just have never seen that before. How could there be others when I am the weird girl? Knowing that there are others and that there is eugenics trying to stop us from being born is really upsetting and frightening . But I never would have understood autism if I looked at the CDC description. It doesn’t match me or anyone I know with the diagnosis. It’s like they’re just looking at something they don’t understand and making bizarre hypothesis when they can actually just ask . It’s so strange to have outsiders write about who we are. The whole slogan for the disability rights movement is ” nothing about us without us.” If we are the ones affected then we are the ones who should be making the decisions . There’s no greater expert than us. We know what we need and we don’t need some Wanabee savior coming in and rescuing us based on their own idea of what is best for us. Someone said something and I cannot remember who it was but it went like this ” once I was a liberal and I wanted everyone to have what I had. When I became a radical I wanted everyone to have what they wanted to have. ” and that I think should be tattooed on the arm of every social worker, educator , Dr. etc.
By the way I have had practically every misdiagnoses psychologically and physically possible and it’s amazing how the label changes how I’m treated by doctors and others and how I like a good student would study the diagnosis and tell them the correct answers . But after a little while and when I was taking off all of the debilitating psychiatric drugs that only harm to my body and mind and did nothing positive – I made a really stupid mistake marrying someone because of those pills and also had a suicide attempt from them – I started really realizing how Cartesian thinking really does suck. Especially being a visual thinker who thinks in mandalas. When something is separated, studied out of context and put into a bottle and given a label very few people ever look inside the bottle. So labels suck. And yet at the same time it’s really great when you can read about yourself and learn more and feel better about it . But when people who don’t have the label try to say who does and they have all of the stereotypes , then labels really are a problem. I wish there was a way to not make things pathology but with BDSM, LOL. I’m using dictation, Lyme disease and babesiosis /malaria really wiped out my body , I meant to say with with the DSM it has been making everything a pathology including a two-year-old. I have yet to ever see a written description of what mental health means. They don’t know. And that is what is so strange more than anything else. I agree with Krishnamurte (name spelled wrong) that it is no measure of sanity to be well in a sick world. However he put it. I’ve always firmly believe that so I never really been strange was bad except it just made living really painful . But I couldn’t imagine selling my soul which is what it seems like NeuroTypicals often do. There is so much fake meaninglessness and the groupthink will mean that witnesses will change their stories and truth doesn’t really matter as much as collective agreement of reality – how can you be authentic and paying attention to the world and live like that? I don’t fathom it and I find it really scary dangerous .
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Oh, yeah, I like your quote about “Once I was a liberal…” I often think of the sixties quote that some liberals were “so far left that they were right” (like SDS and all those groups that began to use violence). Anyway, I’m bewildered about the lack of empathy we supposedly have! My entire life has been to help others when possible. Like non-autistic people, some are sociopaths and some are not. Why do they make sweeping generalizations about us? And yes, as you say, why not ASK US??? The world, yes, scary. My defining moment came when I read “African Genesis” and it was first about birds (oh, those cute little things) and then about the prehistoric skeletons with crushed skulls from being bashed in the head. A history of violence. I don’t feel that humanity will ever be completely civilized although many of us try very hard. I do feel that there are a lot of people out there who would kill others if they could get away with it. Music soothes and that’s what I try to do when I’m obsessing. No sense thinking of it (I’m SOOOOOOO into denial). Anyway, thanks so much for liking my poem and understanding exactly what I mean!
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