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A part,
Yet not together,
Confidence a feather.
Told to need,
Have heart,
Not knowing how to start.
Mind there,
Here,
A hiking trip of fear.
To touch,
Reach out,
Frozen by their shouts.
Solace found,
Timed in bits,
Friendships born by act of wit.
Yo-yo self,
Lost again,
Waft around another bend.
Thoughts align,
Connected crowd,
Share a dream upon a cloud.
Passed the tense,
Future's free,
Questioning what to be.
Yet not together,
Confidence a feather.
Told to need,
Have heart,
Not knowing how to start.
Mind there,
Here,
A hiking trip of fear.
To touch,
Reach out,
Frozen by their shouts.
Solace found,
Timed in bits,
Friendships born by act of wit.
Yo-yo self,
Lost again,
Waft around another bend.
Thoughts align,
Connected crowd,
Share a dream upon a cloud.
Passed the tense,
Future's free,
Questioning what to be.
My life as an Aspie (Asperger Syndrome).
Alternate version with background drawing:
My short story about Asperger Syndrome:
Alternate version with background drawing:
My short story about Asperger Syndrome:
Turning Inward - Asperger Syndrome and discoveryPrologue
Vignette One - Floating
He floated near the ceiling, up in the front right corner of the classroom. Looking down, the six year old boy could see the top of his teacher's head and the faces of his classmates. Further down the row closest to the door he saw himself watching and listening to the teacher. The boy felt like Superman since he could now fly.
He would often imagine leaving his body during times of increased stress, caused in part by the teacher herself. She wasn't exactly a mean woman, but had a harsh manner that frightened him. At home in the mornings he would sometimes become nauseous from the dread at the thought of going to school. This was made worse by the apprehension he felt with the anticipation of trying to interact with his classmates. He would continue to have a knot in his stomach every morning before school for the next twelve years.
Vignette Two - Focus
The monster was attacking him again. Its hairy paws came out of the igloo through holes on either sid
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This poem really speaks to me as an Aspie in many ways. I've felt a lot of this in my younger days because, sad as it seems, autism and AS wasn't really understood (and still isn't) in society. Awesome work! 