NOTE: This poem was not finished when I published it. If you want to read the last part of this poem please follow this link… “It is done!”… was not finished.
We stand, we listen, we even try to contribute but we are very rarely seen or heard.
ASD is known as the invisible disability, but do you know what it is like to actually feel you are invisible. That your thoughts and feelings are not important. That even when you try to explain what is going on inside of you, you are still not heard. Or told you are being ridiculous.
Do you know what it feels like to just want to run, curl up in a ball and cry for the rest of the day. To be so drained you don’t want to think of anything at all, but your mind won’t let you stop.
To sit rocking in a safe spot away from everyone you love, because the pain is unbearable.
Do you know what it’s like to have everything spinning in your head but only be able to think of one thing…escape.
Do you know how patronising it is to be told you are just out of your comfort zone, you will adapt!
How loud do we have to be?
If I throw a chair across the room you might listen!
But if I try to explain in words, your words are more important than mine.
Maybe if I just keep quiet and go along with it the best I can, I will be fine.
I can just live in my daydream and think of the impossible, my fantasy world.
Listening through the Loops 