This Poem Pretty Much Sums Up How We Should Look at Autism
If my child stood before you without introduction
Would you guess she was built of non-standard construction?
Maybe you’d think that she was just shy
When she stares at the ground and she can’t meet your eye
You’d look at this child and think she looks cute so
You’ll start to converse but the child remains mute
She doesn’t respond to your friendly advances but
Retreats ever further with quick sideways glances
Look again closely
Open your eyes
Can you see through the mask
That she wears in disguise?
Can you see through the panic, confusion and fears,
Obsessions, compulsions, tantrums and tears?
To the dreams that she holds
Of what life will be
When she casts off the cloak of self-doubt
And flies free
I hope you can see
Though the vision is brief
For this child can grow
From your seeds of belief
Her foundations will strengthen
Her fears will subside
Her walls will not crumble
If you walk alongside
So here stands my child, without introduction
Not broken, not flawed just
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