For those of you that didn’t know, April is Autism Awareness Month.
In spite of that, you won’t find any puzzle pieces on my blog.
“But Devereaux, you have Aspergers! You’re ON the spectrum. How could you?”
Easy answer: the puzzle piece is, to me, a derogatory symbol. Associating those on the autism spectrum with the puzzle piece assumes it’s US that are the weak links, it’s US that need rearranging, and it’s US that need fixing. On the contrary, it is non-accommodating neuorotypicals that break the chain, it is they that need rearranging, and it is they who need to be fixed. We are normal, functional human beings and if there’s anyone that needs to get their eyesight checked, it’s everyone BUT us.
Tonight’s post is a poem I wrote about acceptance of those on the spectrum, but a piece specifically about my stance against the puzzle piece is in the works.
on keys so cold
walking on long thought rhymes
until the night gets old
clean up my mind
and throw out the trash
adding words, but subtracting pages
damn why am I so rash?
putting pen to paper
and then paper over paper
as I delve deeper
into the autistic layers
and no, I’m not doing anyone a favor
but giving you truth and honesty
so that hopefully you’ll join us
and follow me
on my Aspergian path
while I have my moments
I rarely make you laugh
I’m not a fan of humor, to be quite frank
because something as simple as the difference
has put me at the lowest rank
of the social totem pole
made me an outcast
and target of any and every Internet troll
these words are dangerous
for they are the seal of my rebellion
and the sword I use
and may be used against this felon
so into the night
I will run
hiding out amongst feverish doubt
until the summer sun
and all my people, those like me
(Note: If you have a post/poem regarding Autism/Aspergers that you’d like to share, email/tweet me and I’ll be glad to post it. For this month only, because, it’s not enough to be aware, you must be active, and sharing is a great way to do that)