You told me
I can become anything
all I need is to believe
But I never grew wings
and when I fell down
it was you who found me
told me I am nothing
Always trying to become
everything you wanted
I lost hold of all that I am
Hollowed it out for you
eviscerated soul still bleeding
and not enough for you
never quite what you hoped
or realizing your dreams
My diagnosis a condemnation
judgement before I arrived
and never allowed more
This mask I wear for you
can no longer be removed
permanently disappointing you
and cutting deep
melting into my flesh
blurred edges
I gave you everything
you said I was essential
now I am broken and empty
You've forgotten
I never will
recently, before i came back to bolivia, i was talking with my old chef, and he pointed out that I keep referring to myself as "an autistic" and stuff, and that that is not really who or what i am, it is just a label people have put on me, but it doesn't define me, it is not who I am. i have since realised he was right, and stopped referring to myself as such.
Autism is a label. But it one that describes what I am rather then trying to conform me into something else. It feels like a comfortable sweater rather then tight jeans. Personally, I feel that labels should be used only in so far as they are useful. I personally find it useful to explain my world experience and to connect with others with similar experiences with the autism label. But I think it is always important to remember that it is like putting a sticker on your forehead, it doesn't change anything about who you are.
Yeah thats right