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Sometimes I wish That I had a Sign Like a constant notepad For people to read Maybe then they would try to Listen a little closer But I wear the silent bells now Calling with my empty voice The room gets bigger But I feel suffocated Fidgeting with no fingers Bleeding nails of yesterday Or mere seconds ago I spin walk around in an oval shape with edges Sometimes I wish for an open wound Needing care People bring bandage to a funeral And flowers to a wedding Pictures of the beautiful ****** Ignoring the anxiety cloud of a Girl I get through the sorl of breaths and coffe The sounds of the red light klonking loudly Breaking through my headphones Sometimes I really wished they could see See my constant struggle to survive in this neurotypical World
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Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 6:03 PM UTC
Autistic in a Neurotypical world
Sometimes I wish That I had a Sign Like a constant notepad For people to read Maybe then they would try to Listen a little closer But I wear the silent bells now Calling with my empty voice The room gets bigger But I feel suffocated Fidgeting with no fingers Bleeding nails of yesterday Or mere seconds ago I spin walk around in an oval shape with edges Sometimes I wish for an open wound Needing care People bring bandage to a funeral And flowers to a wedding Pictures of the beautiful ****** Ignoring the anxiety cloud of a Girl I get through the sorl of breaths and coffe The sounds of the red light klonking loudly Breaking through my headphones Sometimes I really wished they could see See my constant struggle to survive in this neurotypical World
Sometimes I get frustrated by the fact that my autism is invisible to the naked eye. My daily and minute by minute struggle of life. Every autistic person is different, I am still exploring all of my autistic and ADD sides and finding new versions of stimming, fidgeting and difficulties that I have unconsciously been masking.
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27/F/Sweden
Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 6:03 PM UTC
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