Confessed autism
Honesty not always best
Some non-autistics scared
Think we violently meltdown
Read: murderous
(Witnesses doomed to burn)
At best we seem stiff
Read: weird
(Because we don’t like the touch of strangers)
At worst, we seem iffy
Read: untrustworthy
(Because we don’t march cadently)
How about that occasional
Inappropriate comment
Sorry, I thought it was funny
I see it’s not
Hey, where you going?
(Another friend lost)
So where are all those people
Who want to mainstream us
Struttin’ around
Writing books and speeches
Raising money
But will you be my friend?
Will you hang out with me?
“We’ll get together soon…”
Yeah, I heard that line
From a Harry Chapin song
Read: NO
So seems I was smart
Being in denial for years
No one ever knew
But then, I woke up
Thought I could be true
To me and you
But here’s my realistic view:
Sometimes it is better
Not to emerge from
The autism closet
Unless you have a superpower that others want
Read: fame, fortune
But some days you’ll know
Who the real friends are
And they will appear
Mysteriously
To brighten your days…
© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: CLOSET (Pinterest: no attribution)
Great heartfelt poem! Consider me a friend 🙂
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Oh, I do, Christine! Thanks! ❤
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True friends are a rarity. But when you find one, its priceless.
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So true, Rob!
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Detachment… The truly “safe” place for the functional autistic. In my opinion, formed from years of trial and error, seeking “special” relationships, as in marriage, friendships, buddies, whatever, even your own children, if you’re the black sheep, it’s a waste of time, energy and feelings. They’ll know your weakness and they’ll take advantage, one way or the other if they find out it matters. I follow the advice of my Teacher YLea, “when none of it matters, it will all be yours.” I keep my feelings to myself and if someone hurts me, I look to me; to the protection I failed to put up.There’s magick all around for us to use, to free up our personal power, if we are wise enough to use it properly. Magick people walk alone and work alone, even if/when surrounded by others, even the well-meaning. Like the fairies, we remain leery, quick to disappear. We don’t push, brag or trust. Worst thing I ever did, and it drove me to the edge of suicide was to manipulate religious and political power when it was given to me. I found my balance only when I rejected that Matrix power and found myself.
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You’re so right, Sha’Tara. I’ve looked to myself for the last few years, also. “Like the fairies, we remain leery” is a good description!
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So many great phrases of insight.
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Oh, thanks so much, As always, I appreciate your comments!
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I’m so glad we met here on WordPress…you rock, Clarissa! 💜😊
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I’m glad too, Cathy! You roll! ❤ 😀
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Hahaha…rock and roll forever! 😁
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Love the alternate direct interpretations and the warmth of the last lines. A powerful piece, Poet Clarissa. 💚💙
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Ah, thanks so much, Steve! I wrote those last lines right before I hit “publish” and I’m glad because there are wonderful people in my life–both touchable and virtual–who make my days so worthwhile ❤
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You’re very welcome Clarissa 💛
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