This poem was written for World Autism Awareness Day (#WAAD), which aims to put a spotlight on the hurdles that people with autism (and those living with autism) face every day. I’m not hiding it behind a paywall. Why not make a donation instead.
‘A World Away ’ is based on my experience of caring for children with autism coupled with severe emotional, behavioural and learning difficulties. Their tragic misfortune to be born into such circumstances is a constant reminder of how lucky the majority of us are when faced with life's more common trials and tribulations.
A World Away
We are unique, moulds broken once poured. But mine was cracked from hidden flaws. Powerless to filter what I touch, hear and see. Overt and subliminal, with no distinction, my neurones conspire against me. A minimal mind – just an animal, some say. Parental struggle for one normal day. Their care departing scarred hands, self-protecting sanity, seven years in my quicksand, the tragedy of me. My triggers removed – hoop and ball, destructive all. Prior pleasures that descended into maelstrom, driving all else from my brain. Turning on those who care most. Sharing, enduring; easing my pain. My room a bed, a mirror distorted, so I can’t see me, can’t descend into chaos, self-reflecting to infinity. Skin ripped raw; the floor where I’ll bleed, fighting a mind that cannot be me. Daily habits make life’s process less grim. My sole expression an empty grin. They know what I am. Born to unlucky chance. The strangers take turns; to show the how, where and when, in my life’s rigid dance. Locked, safe and hidden by consent of community. Spending all my days in mindful disunity. The lightest of touches I use to reach out, index digit uncurling to push, gently probe. Cascades of sensation from skin which I’m clothed. I remain a stranger to the life expected, to exist outside would be rejected. No-one could help me. No-one would care. I’m told I cope here and so here I must be, senses flayed infinite from a world arbitrary.