The Autistic Experience

The glass fills again and becomes still, too heavy to lift and too risky to drink. Stale forever left alone.

As the years carry, we carry the bags of sands that have slipped, missed opportunities and the regrets we hold. Time has not stopped for us while we had to adjust ourselves to the wicked world. Being neurodivergent comes with the failure to understand their façade and as we learn to decode the simple gestures, we find ourselves making complex conversations. It is a trap that pulls us into their world, and we are spun in edges of confusion, sidelined and mistaken.

What is perhaps harder that in a world of social empathy we are often gaslit and our trust broken. A world that claims to be sophisticated is an entanglement of deceit, shame and jealousy. It harbours animosity against all that challenge it and shuns away what is not normal for them. It is all well if the hymns play, women bear children, and love exists between the binaries of men and women.

Diversity is what makes life beautiful and in a garden of roses you will only see blood, the lilies will bring peace and the colours divergence. We exist in this world to help it grow, our diversity allows us to bloom flowers of meaning and our life in a garden of roses may be undervalued but without us the world becomes boring and all we see are shades of red.