"asperger" poems - Hello Poetry

Roses are multi-coloured, violets are violet, this poem is literal, I have Asperger's. :)

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Jun 17, 2013

Jun 17, 2013 at 12:10 AM UTC

DivinusSofia

Literally.

Roses are multi-coloured, violets are violet, this poem is literal, I have Asperger's. :)

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Supple skin, insides of elbows we scratched til they bled split lips and scraped knees I would follow you anywhere Burrowed in your old clothes you didn’t wear dresses so neither did I. Curled up on your too-green carpet watching the fish in your tank commit suicide one by one. Can we stay the same? Before Momma’s on the phone shouting about faulty vaccines. Before the world descends upon us. In the night you would slowly voice the thoughts: what is the value of a human life if it is miserable. If people laugh and mock, if that life is silently and hopelessly alone, and suddenly aware of it’s own strangeness. It takes hours, to string this together creeping towards 3am in the pitch dark. we are sitting on the floor, I promise with all of my eight year old honor all of my fighting might, I will not abandon you to this cruel world trapping you. All this unknown grief for the emotions you cannot understand.

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Jul 8, 2011

Jul 8, 2011 at 11:01 PM UTC

mimi-1

Asperger's Syndrome

Supple skin, insides of elbows we scratched til they bled split lips and scraped knees I would follow you anywhere Burrowed in your old clothes you didn’t wear dresses so neither did I. Curled up on your too-green carpet watching the fish in your tank commit suicide one by one. Can we stay the same? Before Momma’s on the phone shouting about faulty vaccines. Before the world descends upon us. In the night you would slowly voice the thoughts: what is the value of a human life if it is miserable. If people laugh and mock, if that life is silently and hopelessly alone, and suddenly aware of it’s own strangeness. It takes hours, to string this together creeping towards 3am in the pitch dark. we are sitting on the floor, I promise with all of my eight year old honor all of my fighting might, I will not abandon you to this cruel world trapping you. All this unknown grief for the emotions you cannot understand.

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My life would be so much better, if you just dropped dead, because staring into your eyes makes me see red, for all that you have done, and all the hurt that you have caused, you would think the beating would be the worst, but its always the words that hit the hardest, and its not like I had a helping father, living in a middle class house, driving in a middle class car, my mother sat the bar, and she raised it up too far, so everything was to look perfect, I was supposed to smile, I was supposed to make it worth it, I was supposed to be perfect, so what happens next, Its not like I passed all her test, I passed none, i was to much and she was too strong, I still feel her beatings on my face, but that´s not what ended me up in this place, because her words hit the hardest, she said she regretted the adoption, and with every second the words always hit harder, because I tried my very best to be perfect, but with insomnia, ADHD, Asperger and more, it was like glass shattered beneath my feet with each step, and all I ever wanted was to be like the rest.

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May 3, 2018

May 3, 2018 at 8:22 PM UTC

IamThatGirl

"My life would be so much better if you just dropped dead" - Eminem

My life would be so much better, if you just dropped dead, because staring into your eyes makes me see red, for all that you have done, and all the hurt that you have caused, you would think the beating would be the worst, but its always the words that hit the hardest, and its not like I had a helping father, living in a middle class house, driving in a middle class car, my mother sat the bar, and she raised it up too far, so everything was to look perfect, I was supposed to smile, I was supposed to make it worth it, I was supposed to be perfect, so what happens next, Its not like I passed all her test, I passed none, i was to much and she was too strong, I still feel her beatings on my face, but that´s not what ended me up in this place, because her words hit the hardest, she said she regretted the adoption, and with every second the words always hit harder, because I tried my very best to be perfect, but with insomnia, ADHD, Asperger and more, it was like glass shattered beneath my feet with each step, and all I ever wanted was to be like the rest.

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frozen ass’s ***** their frozen assets assimilating accountants asphyxiated by Asperger’s arranging orangutans assuaging appetites all the while alone

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Mar 26, 2015

Mar 26, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC

s-lyman-temple

a lil somethin somethin

frozen ass’s ***** their frozen assets assimilating accountants asphyxiated by Asperger’s arranging orangutans assuaging appetites all the while alone

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Pressed shirts And a pretty mouth Laughing like lace and polite Mirrors in every inch of every cocktail party If you feel what im feeling I can relate to you and know you (your lizard soul) Finger nails being bitten while (calming your) No one is watching (core ) Making a note to send flowers (your genitals) to the sick Pushing away the dawn-blue thoughts Of mass agony A stop sign is a stop sign Clutching the noisy pills in a brand new purse Wiping your hand before you meet the love of your life And then some (When you) I’m trying to turn off (escape the) all my mirrors (funhouse) I’m stuck in my room (mirror) On purpose (hall ) With my Toys’ R’ Us (How) Chemistry set trying to come up (long) With a way to infect the (does) Choreographed planet with (it take you) Asperger’s (to accept the new ) (distortions?)

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Mar 27, 2011

Mar 27, 2011 at 9:39 AM UTC

freds-not-dead

Conspiracy Too

Pressed shirts And a pretty mouth Laughing like lace and polite Mirrors in every inch of every cocktail party If you feel what im feeling I can relate to you and know you (your lizard soul) Finger nails being bitten while (calming your) No one is watching (core ) Making a note to send flowers (your genitals) to the sick Pushing away the dawn-blue thoughts Of mass agony A stop sign is a stop sign Clutching the noisy pills in a brand new purse Wiping your hand before you meet the love of your life And then some (When you) I’m trying to turn off (escape the) all my mirrors (funhouse) I’m stuck in my room (mirror) On purpose (hall ) With my Toys’ R’ Us (How) Chemistry set trying to come up (long) With a way to infect the (does) Choreographed planet with (it take you) Asperger’s (to accept the new ) (distortions?)

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There is so much beauty in people with Asperger Syndrome They have a language unique to themselves They see patterns and colours in ways we never will Most importantly, their ability to relate to others is well, different They see the world through a special lens When they find love, they don't jump onto it like others do Because they don't know it yet And that's what makes their relationship with their person so so valuable The two halves grow, learning and learning His partner learns about his condition, accepts him by showing love The boy with the condition learns about love They value each other for every knowledge they slowly acquire Their relationship is unique because two worlds have collided They live on a dimension different from anything we can ever imagine So don't ever let the boy not understand love Because he can be way better at it than you People with autism are brilliant beings, They can achieve the so-called impossible They don't know what impossible means Please don't leave them in their own world, connect

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Sep 19, 2015

Sep 19, 2015 at 10:48 AM UTC

tempt-fate

Autism

There is so much beauty in people with Asperger Syndrome They have a language unique to themselves They see patterns and colours in ways we never will Most importantly, their ability to relate to others is well, different They see the world through a special lens When they find love, they don't jump onto it like others do Because they don't know it yet And that's what makes their relationship with their person so so valuable The two halves grow, learning and learning His partner learns about his condition, accepts him by showing love The boy with the condition learns about love They value each other for every knowledge they slowly acquire Their relationship is unique because two worlds have collided They live on a dimension different from anything we can ever imagine So don't ever let the boy not understand love Because he can be way better at it than you People with autism are brilliant beings, They can achieve the so-called impossible They don't know what impossible means Please don't leave them in their own world, connect

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What do you know, really? About the midnight oil I burn About the sacrifices I make About the long waits I endure As you find numerous excuses To delay my salary and incentives About the pain I endure In order to share resumes on time Even as my stomach muscles burn What do you know, really? About what goes in my work About the amount of time I spend With my eyes glued to the screen Searching every nook and corner For the ideal candidate Even as my eyes protest vociferously About the calls I make Hoping to convert every one of them Into a successful lead But instead ending up in rejections Even as the pressure mounts on me To find at least two good resumes By the end of a long day A tedious and totally exhausting day What do you know, really? About the various situations I have to deal with in my life About the efforts I put in To ensure that work is not affected At any cost, whatsoever About my Asperger Syndrome And the difficulties it puts me in Whether personal or professional The list goes on and on You may be a Founder And me just a team member But as far as my ordeals are concerned What do you know, really?

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Mar 19, 2021

Mar 19, 2021 at 12:20 AM UTC

Ashwinkumar1989

What do you know, really?

What do you know, really? About the midnight oil I burn About the sacrifices I make About the long waits I endure As you find numerous excuses To delay my salary and incentives About the pain I endure In order to share resumes on time Even as my stomach muscles burn What do you know, really? About what goes in my work About the amount of time I spend With my eyes glued to the screen Searching every nook and corner For the ideal candidate Even as my eyes protest vociferously About the calls I make Hoping to convert every one of them Into a successful lead But instead ending up in rejections Even as the pressure mounts on me To find at least two good resumes By the end of a long day A tedious and totally exhausting day What do you know, really? About the various situations I have to deal with in my life About the efforts I put in To ensure that work is not affected At any cost, whatsoever About my Asperger Syndrome And the difficulties it puts me in Whether personal or professional The list goes on and on You may be a Founder And me just a team member But as far as my ordeals are concerned What do you know, really?

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Riley—I wonder why you found me attractive. I know why I found you… You were so inappropriate that I couldn’t not like you. You were the thing I needed, the fuse, providing me with a connection with which I could use to cause such destruction. You were wrong, and dark, untouchable, unmentionable and unlovable, but I loved you anyway. He was sad, or so it seemed. I saw him for the first time I graduated college. He confided in me his ****** use. I never thought he would do such a thing. He told me I lost weight. Afterwards, I went home and ran, skipped dinner and consciously worked out my abdominal muscles. It felt good to hear him say; it felt good to know he found me **** He paid. Usually I did, or we split, but since I picked him up he brought change to buy me coffee—he even had enough for a refill. We were wired, talking. He was so caffeinated and talking. He told me he was going to see a psychologist to see if he had Asperger’s . His struggle to pay attention and act appropriately in social settings made him think so—his girlfriend had spent her life around autistic people and she thought he might. I would’ve never thought he had anything of the sort, rather I thought he was merely an eccentric and that made him interesting. I asked him if he thought drugs accelerated the process, he said yes, laughing. I wondered if I did—I didn’t dare ask because I couldn’t handle the blame or shame of having once been so manipulative.

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Sep 6, 2014

Sep 6, 2014 at 7:38 AM UTC

l-a-lamb

Riley (pseudoname)

Riley—I wonder why you found me attractive. I know why I found you… You were so inappropriate that I couldn’t not like you. You were the thing I needed, the fuse, providing me with a connection with which I could use to cause such destruction. You were wrong, and dark, untouchable, unmentionable and unlovable, but I loved you anyway. He was sad, or so it seemed. I saw him for the first time I graduated college. He confided in me his ****** use. I never thought he would do such a thing. He told me I lost weight. Afterwards, I went home and ran, skipped dinner and consciously worked out my abdominal muscles. It felt good to hear him say; it felt good to know he found me **** He paid. Usually I did, or we split, but since I picked him up he brought change to buy me coffee—he even had enough for a refill. We were wired, talking. He was so caffeinated and talking. He told me he was going to see a psychologist to see if he had Asperger’s . His struggle to pay attention and act appropriately in social settings made him think so—his girlfriend had spent her life around autistic people and she thought he might. I would’ve never thought he had anything of the sort, rather I thought he was merely an eccentric and that made him interesting. I asked him if he thought drugs accelerated the process, he said yes, laughing. I wondered if I did—I didn’t dare ask because I couldn’t handle the blame or shame of having once been so manipulative.

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It's the tiny things that tip me over Make it build A shout A tap A bump And then BOOM The switch is flipped and my hands are over my ears My legs come up or I slide down to a squat My eyes close And it's all I can do to keep sane Shut out the world and pull in to my mind One of the many curses that come with my Asperger's has been triggered Sensory Overload And it is crippling I try to think about going to my next class Ha..Haha...hahaha Nope Let's just hope I get calm by the bell But being a productive student is out of the question Mentally skipping class in 3 2 1

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Jan 15, 2016

Jan 15, 2016 at 9:23 AM UTC

Anniequill

Overload

It's the tiny things that tip me over Make it build A shout A tap A bump And then BOOM The switch is flipped and my hands are over my ears My legs come up or I slide down to a squat My eyes close And it's all I can do to keep sane Shut out the world and pull in to my mind One of the many curses that come with my Asperger's has been triggered Sensory Overload And it is crippling I try to think about going to my next class Ha..Haha...hahaha Nope Let's just hope I get calm by the bell But being a productive student is out of the question Mentally skipping class in 3 2 1

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I am a bit unlucky Yes, not always can everybody be lucky But misfortune has befallen me many a time My marriage was a ball of slime I have lost a few friends Though my behaviour towards them was almost blameless Many a time, I get credit not Even if my work is nearly perfect Due to my Asperger's Syndrome I do not feel at home During many a social interaction Really, do I do my best, to make a good conversation However, mistakes are inevitable Because, perfection is impossible My ignorance is not my fault It is God's fault Definitely, do I need some compensation For each and every misfortune of mine Struggling am I, to find love Though there is a lot, that I can give Being a divorced male is a big curse In a society that has a huge bias Against anyone who is "different" However, I will fight To overcome all my insecurities And drive away all my demons But I certainly need some luck Otherwise, life will remain dark Yes, I am a bit unlucky for sure However, I will try my best to ensure That this does not remain the case Wrong, will I prove all my doubters Rise will I, against all odds For now, am I overthinking But soon, will I be planning To rise from the ashes, like a true phoenix Yes, not at all easy, is achieving success However, as mentioned earlier I am a fighter And soon, will the fight begin For now though, I am alone Again, I am a bit unlucky But soon, will I be lucky!

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Jun 10, 2025

Jun 10, 2025 at 12:31 PM UTC

Ashwinkumar1989

I Am A Bit Unlucky

I am a bit unlucky Yes, not always can everybody be lucky But misfortune has befallen me many a time My marriage was a ball of slime I have lost a few friends Though my behaviour towards them was almost blameless Many a time, I get credit not Even if my work is nearly perfect Due to my Asperger's Syndrome I do not feel at home During many a social interaction Really, do I do my best, to make a good conversation However, mistakes are inevitable Because, perfection is impossible My ignorance is not my fault It is God's fault Definitely, do I need some compensation For each and every misfortune of mine Struggling am I, to find love Though there is a lot, that I can give Being a divorced male is a big curse In a society that has a huge bias Against anyone who is "different" However, I will fight To overcome all my insecurities And drive away all my demons But I certainly need some luck Otherwise, life will remain dark Yes, I am a bit unlucky for sure However, I will try my best to ensure That this does not remain the case Wrong, will I prove all my doubters Rise will I, against all odds For now, am I overthinking But soon, will I be planning To rise from the ashes, like a true phoenix Yes, not at all easy, is achieving success However, as mentioned earlier I am a fighter And soon, will the fight begin For now though, I am alone Again, I am a bit unlucky But soon, will I be lucky!

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My friend's not normal He doesn't pick up on social cues He's not a people person He can't articulate his views But today I had a rough day Nothing quite went right I just longed for the day to end And bring me to the night With tears welling all day long Trying to keep them at bay I wanted to be anywhere but here But I had to stay My friend asked me how I was I answered with a sad heart Simple and eternally optimistic He told me "that's a start" How could he know That was what I needed to hear To get me out of my slump And get me into gear I couldn't hold it longer Tears fell from where I stood My friend is not normal And I think not normal is good

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Jul 23, 2018

Jul 23, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC

oddmanout

Asperger

My friend's not normal He doesn't pick up on social cues He's not a people person He can't articulate his views But today I had a rough day Nothing quite went right I just longed for the day to end And bring me to the night With tears welling all day long Trying to keep them at bay I wanted to be anywhere but here But I had to stay My friend asked me how I was I answered with a sad heart Simple and eternally optimistic He told me "that's a start" How could he know That was what I needed to hear To get me out of my slump And get me into gear I couldn't hold it longer Tears fell from where I stood My friend is not normal And I think not normal is good

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i sometimes wear sunglasses while listening to music st night... helps to block out the constellations... as i've found one strange similarity between Islamic culture and western pop culture - sunglasses - and the niqab - inversion - i.e.: so... are you're telling me... all these celebrities have Asperger's syndrome? you know... the eyes that can't really focus on a smile... rat-eyed, darting as if trapped in a maze? so much for ****** expression... could perhaps read a smile, second to none to the none of a fake... isn't the practice of wearing sunglasses akin to the Islamic face covering? the eyes are... windows of the soul... or... what a ****** expression beneath a niqab looks like... if i'd want a mannequin to smile at me... i'd ask a gay asking a Muslim woman to smile from beneath her veil... but then i'd ask a mannequin first, and only the mannequin... so all these celebrities donning sunglasses attempting to catch UV copper coating pretending to be on a beach... in on something? but they are replicating the niqab... oddly enough... it's plain and simple poker... no ****** features - but also no soul - i can't exactly read either guise... i need both the eyes as i might also need the ****** contortion... the origin story is just the same... but i guess all those people wearing sunglasses must be autistic - hard at keeping eye-contact... plenty of smiling going on... but when it comes to eye-contact? terrible "malware"... as that other western niqab surrounding desirable women... not even on the streets of Mayfair - west London - locked up in a Rapunzel tower... i've seen more dogs walking freely - even though they might still tend to be leashed... but the use of sunglasses as is currently used? hiding behind a veil - contorting and faking ****** exfoliation like that - making the awry smile? with eyes in the shade, autistic and darting everywhere other than the receiving face of the interviewee? then the sort of women you see on the street, in plain daylight, and evening - free to go as they please? not exactly model material - not ugly - no woman is ugly - at best, a woman can only be: neglected... i see... two forms of a pre-Islamic niqab... one is definitely spatial - a prison cell... the other? less a pure womanly constraint... more... the audacity project for autistic children; sunglasses.

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Sep 5, 2018

Sep 5, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

the two western "niqabs"

i sometimes wear sunglasses while listening to music st night... helps to block out the constellations... as i've found one strange similarity between Islamic culture and western pop culture - sunglasses - and the niqab - inversion - i.e.: so... are you're telling me... all these celebrities have Asperger's syndrome? you know... the eyes that can't really focus on a smile... rat-eyed, darting as if trapped in a maze? so much for ****** expression... could perhaps read a smile, second to none to the none of a fake... isn't the practice of wearing sunglasses akin to the Islamic face covering? the eyes are... windows of the soul... or... what a ****** expression beneath a niqab looks like... if i'd want a mannequin to smile at me... i'd ask a gay asking a Muslim woman to smile from beneath her veil... but then i'd ask a mannequin first, and only the mannequin... so all these celebrities donning sunglasses attempting to catch UV copper coating pretending to be on a beach... in on something? but they are replicating the niqab... oddly enough... it's plain and simple poker... no ****** features - but also no soul - i can't exactly read either guise... i need both the eyes as i might also need the ****** contortion... the origin story is just the same... but i guess all those people wearing sunglasses must be autistic - hard at keeping eye-contact... plenty of smiling going on... but when it comes to eye-contact? terrible "malware"... as that other western niqab surrounding desirable women... not even on the streets of Mayfair - west London - locked up in a Rapunzel tower... i've seen more dogs walking freely - even though they might still tend to be leashed... but the use of sunglasses as is currently used? hiding behind a veil - contorting and faking ****** exfoliation like that - making the awry smile? with eyes in the shade, autistic and darting everywhere other than the receiving face of the interviewee? then the sort of women you see on the street, in plain daylight, and evening - free to go as they please? not exactly model material - not ugly - no woman is ugly - at best, a woman can only be: neglected... i see... two forms of a pre-Islamic niqab... one is definitely spatial - a prison cell... the other? less a pure womanly constraint... more... the audacity project for autistic children; sunglasses.

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Quand tu ris je frissonne et je danse Je pleure à chaudes larmes, je tournoie A gorge déployée Je me désopile. Quand tu ris c'est Vénus qui me chevauche Et me vénère ! C'est comme un rire aphrodisiaque Un rire interdit Un rire noir qui bouillonne à petit feu et qui enfle sa pulpe d'ébène pour accueillir le parfum du musc. Je me sens alors privilégié Appelle-moi ton Empereur de Chine Je suis consommateur captif de ce rire. Rare Quand tu ris tu éclates Tu meurs Tu ****** sur toi Tu te plies Tu te dérides Tu es hilare ! Quand tu ris Tous tes jardins secrets S'enivrent et se font jour A travers tes lèvres et tes dents On voit apparaître des elfes et des lutins Qui frissonnent aux toiles d'araignées Tendues au fond de ta gorge Pour que ton rire parte ad libitum Et finisse en soupir. Quand tu ris tu respires Mieux tu inspires Et quand ton rire expire C'est pour renaître bientôt Comme une chute du Zambèze Dont on ne connait pas la source Quand tu ris c'est le signal, Muse vénérée, Alors je me marre Je m'amarre à tes eaux pour m'asperger de toi Et me contaminer de ton fou rire vénérien.

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Aug 21, 2019

Aug 21, 2019 at 6:56 AM UTC

cyclone-wolfok-baltimore

Rires et frissons

Quand tu ris je frissonne et je danse Je pleure à chaudes larmes, je tournoie A gorge déployée Je me désopile. Quand tu ris c'est Vénus qui me chevauche Et me vénère ! C'est comme un rire aphrodisiaque Un rire interdit Un rire noir qui bouillonne à petit feu et qui enfle sa pulpe d'ébène pour accueillir le parfum du musc. Je me sens alors privilégié Appelle-moi ton Empereur de Chine Je suis consommateur captif de ce rire. Rare Quand tu ris tu éclates Tu meurs Tu ****** sur toi Tu te plies Tu te dérides Tu es hilare ! Quand tu ris Tous tes jardins secrets S'enivrent et se font jour A travers tes lèvres et tes dents On voit apparaître des elfes et des lutins Qui frissonnent aux toiles d'araignées Tendues au fond de ta gorge Pour que ton rire parte ad libitum Et finisse en soupir. Quand tu ris tu respires Mieux tu inspires Et quand ton rire expire C'est pour renaître bientôt Comme une chute du Zambèze Dont on ne connait pas la source Quand tu ris c'est le signal, Muse vénérée, Alors je me marre Je m'amarre à tes eaux pour m'asperger de toi Et me contaminer de ton fou rire vénérien.

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I got diagnosed when I was 13, mild Asperger's syndrome what a diagnosis, eh? It made sense to everyone but, me, I never thought of myself as different, I only have a hard time knowing what other people are thinking and feeling. I'm on the spectrum and I can't change that but if this makes me unique then I'm glad to be autistic.

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Dec 28, 2018

Dec 28, 2018 at 2:20 AM UTC

thepoetaaron

Asperger's Syndrome

I got diagnosed when I was 13, mild Asperger's syndrome what a diagnosis, eh? It made sense to everyone but, me, I never thought of myself as different, I only have a hard time knowing what other people are thinking and feeling. I'm on the spectrum and I can't change that but if this makes me unique then I'm glad to be autistic.

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I can’t sleep because I’m uncomfortable and wake up from everything. I’m uncomfortable because I can’t sleep and get overwhelmed by many things. My body feels on fire but also very tired. Like there’s a dark thick substance running through it hurting from left to right.

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Mar 1, 2021

Mar 1, 2021 at 3:33 AM UTC

SharpenMiedema

My Asperger’s and sensitivity.

I can’t sleep because I’m uncomfortable and wake up from everything. I’m uncomfortable because I can’t sleep and get overwhelmed by many things. My body feels on fire but also very tired. Like there’s a dark thick substance running through it hurting from left to right.

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