Quotes

Quote 75

When you say you support
Autistic people,
I don't know what to believe.
Are you lying,
Or are you really supportive?
Do you really care,
Or are you just trying to get
Ally cookies?
I ask this because
So many allistics say
They support those of us
On the spectrum,
And then talk about us
Behind our backs,
Write books that call us
Broken,
Pretend like we don't know.
The stories call us broken,
And when I'm looking for
One
Fucking
Book
About autistic kids that can even
Come close to telling
My story,
I don't find what I'm looking for.
I only lose
Again and again,
As what they say breaks me down,
Fragile shards scattered
As you smashed my mirror,
Cringing through the hurricane of
Broken glass and
Screams torn from my soul.
I was diagnosed with
Autistic tendencies
In fifth grade.
When I hear you say
"I support autistic peeps,"
I hear you taking  my voice,
Breathe stolen from my chest
As I try to scream.
You're talking about hose of us
Who can't talk,
Who need serious help.
And sometimes they
Don't always get it.
Kids who have no way of
Communicating
Are put as the
Face of autism.
No hate for them,
But what about me?
I'm not you fucking
Charity cause,
As you look for
Brownie points and
Damn(sorry) ally cookies
To pretend you can
Take out voice
In favor of making yourself
Look good.
Am I something to you?
Something beyond fucking
IEPs and diagnoses
That make me feel like
I'm not worth shit
Because of what they say?
Do you hear me out there?
Are those of us with voices
Muted by society
Still heard?
I also have RSD.
I worry that you'll hate this poem,
Hate my writing,
Hate me.
I can't fucking help
Being hard on myself.
I can't fucking help that
I'm scared of what you'll think.
Can you hear me?
Did you get my message?
My message is stop.

This powerful poem as been given to us by my friend, HaroldHutchinsfan7