This disorder isn't funny.
What it makes me feel isn't funny.
What it makes me do isn't funny.
Please don't laugh at me when I tell you I can't go down the stairs, it's already humiliating enough to be 14 and not able to go down the stairs at her school.
Please don't laugh at me when I'm covering my ears at the table because I can't stand to hear people eating.
Please don't laugh at me when I suddenly drop to the ground during spring/summer because a fly dive-bombed my head.
Please don't laugh at me if I start to cry in public because there's too many people.
Just please....please don't laugh at me, you don't know what it feels like to have this disorder. And it definitely isn't funny.
YOU ARE READING
Sensitive.
PoetryThis is a book of poems about sensory processing disorder. I hope someone can relate to this, after all, that's the reason I'm writing this! :)
