To the parents, siblings, and family members who see their children in a new light, who choose to see the beauty, value, and worth not in spite of the autism but because of it, who allow their autistic children to be authentically autistic, To the educators who push aside the paradigm and make their classrooms… Continue reading AAM Poem #30: Thank You

I don’t know what tomorrow brings What new studies will tell About what causes this or that About new ways to be well, I don’t know what tomorrow brings What new things will we see And how soon we can come to see The way a child may be; I don’t know what tomorrow brings… Continue reading AAM Poem #29: I Don’t Know What Tomorrow Brings

An echo resonates throughout the mind An echo resonates throughout the mind An echo resonates An echo resonates An echo resonates An echo An echo An echo  An echo An echo replays and replays and replays An echo replays and replays and replays An echo resonates and replays and replays An echo resonates and replays… Continue reading AAM Poem #28: Repetitive Thoughts

If my child is autistic too, I will make sure there are safe spaces, silent spaces, in our home Where they can throw themselves down and throw off the dysregulation and overwhelm And not be stared at, shouted down, or fretted over; Worry I will, I’m sure, but I will give them pockets of isolation… Continue reading AAM #27: If My Child Is Autistic Too

Life is exhausting When everything overwhelms And it never stops; Life is exhausting And dizzying and painful And worth all of it.

The lights were loud When driving by The cars so fast The poles so high; The lights were loud In the exam room But there I sat To comfort you; The lights were loud When in the store We looked around Then looked some more; The lights were loud When driving back With lights blaring … Continue reading AAM Poem #24: On Being Romantic While Being Autistic

The lights are not all on; Some of the filaments frayed eons ago, Some were never screwed in properly to begin with, But those that are beam brighter than a lighthouse beacon; I am, in fact, playing with a full set of cards Though several of the spades are missing and there’s duplicates of the… Continue reading AAM Poem #23: Uneven Skillsets

When I was nine, I proudly told my neighbor that my favorite color was pink while I was buying a purple dinosaur from her; She guessed my age as 7 and, when I corrected her, She said that pink was a “little girls’” color and that’s why she thought I was younger, And on that… Continue reading AAM Poem #22: Childish