Yes, I am different, I don’t think like you, my brain is programmed differently, I see things from a different view.

I am autistic, but that doesn’t mean I’m dumb, I focuse on things you can’t see, just ask my mum.

I flap my hands and stamp my feet, it looks like I’m making a scene, but I’m just stimming, loud and proud, as happy as I could be.

People look at me and stare when I am having a blue, it’s not a tantrum, the worlds just loud and scary, aren’t my emotions are valid too.

When you look at me, I may seem strange, tapping my leg and shaking my knee. Avoiding your eyes and speaking softly to myself. Don’t question it, just leave me be.

Sounds and smells are stronger for me, they all hurt my head, I just found my happy place, safe and sound in my bed.

Yes I’m different, so what, it doesn’t hurt you, the rules for me are different too, I need them to live a life as good as yours.