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The Autism Spectrum According to Autistic People

Autism neurodiversity

Poetry

Poetry: Four AM Thoughts

You’d think the world were ending. With how null-coloured cracks rack the sky. And razor winds shred the upside down sea overhead, Into shards of

Poetry: I can’t believe

The knowledge of being autistic and engaging with the autistic community has restored my faith in my intuition. This poem describes the dialogue I wish to have with those who advise me against my intuition.

Poetry: Do You Hate Me?

Do you hate me because I have the unique ability to question my surroundings objectively without superstition to cloud my judgement? Do you hate me

Poetry: The Relativity of Necessity

What are we really saying when we say, “Oh well,” “nevermind,” “I can do without it,” or “forget I ever mentioned it. A poetic exploration.

Poetry: Arson Season

It hurts to hold this hissing light.
Sears the skin.
Leaves ugly scars.
Where it tears with acrid claws.

Poetry: Annoying Noises

An autistic exploration of the sounds of the world in the form of a humorous sestina, a type of poem that follows a pattern of repetition.

Poetry: Four AM Thoughts

You’d think the world were ending. With how null-coloured cracks rack the sky. And razor winds shred the upside down sea overhead, Into shards of

Poetry: I can’t believe

The knowledge of being autistic and engaging with the autistic community has restored my faith in my intuition. This poem describes the dialogue I wish to have with those who advise me against my intuition.

Poetry: Do You Hate Me?

Do you hate me because I have the unique ability to question my surroundings objectively without superstition to cloud my judgement? Do you hate me

Poetry: The Relativity of Necessity

What are we really saying when we say, “Oh well,” “nevermind,” “I can do without it,” or “forget I ever mentioned it. A poetic exploration.

Poetry: Arson Season

It hurts to hold this hissing light.
Sears the skin.
Leaves ugly scars.
Where it tears with acrid claws.

Poetry: Annoying Noises

An autistic exploration of the sounds of the world in the form of a humorous sestina, a type of poem that follows a pattern of repetition.

Poetry: Four AM Thoughts

You’d think the world were ending. With how null-coloured cracks rack the sky. And razor winds shred the upside down sea overhead, Into shards of

Poetry: I can’t believe

The knowledge of being autistic and engaging with the autistic community has restored my faith in my intuition. This poem describes the dialogue I wish to have with those who advise me against my intuition.

Poetry: Do You Hate Me?

Do you hate me because I have the unique ability to question my surroundings objectively without superstition to cloud my judgement? Do you hate me

Poetry: The Relativity of Necessity

What are we really saying when we say, “Oh well,” “nevermind,” “I can do without it,” or “forget I ever mentioned it. A poetic exploration.

Poetry: Arson Season

It hurts to hold this hissing light.
Sears the skin.
Leaves ugly scars.
Where it tears with acrid claws.

Poetry: Annoying Noises

An autistic exploration of the sounds of the world in the form of a humorous sestina, a type of poem that follows a pattern of repetition.