Poetry: I can’t believe

As an autistic woman, I am often advised against my well wishes because, “I don’t understand people and situations.” Most of the time, my opinions of unsafe people are invalidated. But 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.

I can’t believe
I can’t believe
The pain is too fresh
I can’t believe
Don’t tell me to be positive
I can’t believe
No faith no trust
Can calm me
How do I believe
I can’t believe
I can’t believe
If you don’t show me what else
I can’t believe.

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