Autism.
Autism.
A diagnosis I received and now happily live with.
A diagnosis that’s perceived as dirty, while it makes me feel clean.
A diagnosis people fear, but I welcomed with open arms.
A diagnosis no one though I had, which they constantly remind me off.
A diagnosis passed on from generation to generation, yet none of my family members “have it”.
A diagnosis that made sense, but gets dismissed by those around me.
A diagnosis.
Autism.
Not me but a word.
Not me but a label.
Not me but a neurological disorder.
Not me but six letters on a page.
Not me but a diagnosis.
Autism.
Sorry.
A diagnosis I received and now happily live with.
A diagnosis that’s perceived as dirty, while it makes me feel clean.
A diagnosis people fear, but I welcomed with open arms.
A diagnosis no one though I had, which they constantly remind me off.
A diagnosis passed on from generation to generation, yet none of my family members “have it”.
A diagnosis that made sense, but gets dismissed by those around me.
A diagnosis.
Autism.
Not me but a word.
Not me but a label.
Not me but a neurological disorder.
Not me but six letters on a page.
Not me but a diagnosis.
Autism.
Sorry.
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Having Autism isn’t dirty. Setting boundaries because you understand yourself better isn’t egocentric. Getting a diagnosis isn’t a trend. We haven’t changed, we’ve just become more self aware.