91 posts
  • suddenlyme 9w


    i'M a WorK In ProGrESs

  • phepho 16w

    An Autist's Spectrum

    Not defective just different
    Diagnosis now killed that inner critic
    A method acting performance - the perfect mimic
    Some of the greats share my mind
    That, I can draw on, I feel it's time
    What's been given is grace
    Slowing down to this inside race
    Where no matter how hard I tried, could never keep pace
    It's liberation, it's demystifying, it's made more tangible
    A launch pad has appeared and now everything seems possible

  • dr_amyne 34w

    Autism Syndrome Not Anti-Social

    "Always hiding in the darkness, behind your room's door"

    " Come out and socialize with people, this way better"

    Oh no! Let me be, aren't nothing good out there but chatter

    I have this thing the scientist call 'Autism Spectrum Disorder'

    It makes many things I do not in order

    I wish the people could learn about my situation proper

    So they can stop pushing us to talk and to socialize, that's improper

    So they can keep distance during one of our episodes, not coming closer

    Even loud noise put us in danger

    So stop sarcasm, it's one of the things this disorder can't process now, not even later

    Not even jokes, save them and share them with a joker

    Maintaining a healthy and steady relationships? that's where we are weaker

    So many things to say, so little time, so won't it be good if you study it later?

  • dr_amyne 34w

    ( OH MAMA AFRICA ! )

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    Where lie the problems and the solutions?

    The educated and the enlightened who keep quiet while silently watching the predicaments like frightened Owls?

    Or the hungry leaders who keep prowling and looting the resources meant for the proles ?

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    On mental health issues and mental toughness

    All they care about are the mortal human bodies

    That will one day decay and get lost in the cosmos

    Neglecting the most important, the immortal human souls

    No one care about your mental health, they just feed you carbohydrates

    Not knowing there is big fire burning inside the minds of the big guys and girls

    You fought all the internal demons that are trying to bring you to your knees

    If one day you let your tears out, and cry ones, twice, or thrice before you continue the unending internal battles

    They say " Come on big guy/girl ! Don't embarrass yourself and the big guys/girls, only the weak minded cries

    They don't know : “People cry, not because they're weak. It's because they've been strong for too long", not sometimes but all the times

    So you suppresses your emotions away from them, because those emotions have no values in their eyes

    They have no idea that your emotions and your tears came from strength and from the warrior mentality that you posseses

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    Had we known any better

    We would have been greater

    And take care of our brothers and sisters more smarter

    But Mama Africa when I want to move out of town to explore greatness, your sons and daughters say " So you are neglecting your family? Otherwise, stay closer"

    "It's too dangerous outside, better safe in your own little town in that shelter"

    But in the shelter it's size is smaller , and it's raining and leaking, I am catching fever

    And no growth in comfort zone whatsoever

    " Don't go to those gardens,
    we were told by our ancestors their fruits taste bitter "

    Some rules are meant to be broken, so I explore the gardens, I became an explorer

    My God! I found out those bitter fruits taste better

    And other many fruits taste more sweeter

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    I wanted to marry, they said "Yeah but only in our little Town, no any place safer"

    I grew up in that little town, not knowing the greatness of people like Alexander

    The way of life, traditions and mentality of my town were all I ever knew, nothing newer

    Until He came to my rescue, and sent me further

    He say " Travel and see for yourself the nations and civilizations that were former "

    Because traveling widens your horizons and makes you a good observer

    Nothing much can you see if all your life you are an insider

    Get out and tell me what it's like to look at your town from perspective of an outsider

    "Is your judgment the same?", No my judgement is more objective, because now I am more of an observer

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    Would you forgive me for not knowing any better?

    I have this autistic sister

    Spending every penny of our earnings out of love for her to get better

    Taken to gazillion of times to traditional healer and Islamic Center

    Bombarding her with herbal remedies lacking medical trials and license whatsoever

    She has been said to be possessed by the evil spirit, Jin, so said the insider

    I began to believe what they said, until when I saw similar situation approached in different accurate ways by outsider

    The outsider said to me " all her activities, symptoms and signs are busy telling you ' Look I am not possessed but Autistic female, so I am your Autistic Sister"

    " That's why you are missing the prevention, diagnosis,and management of such cases, now what you gonna do that you know better?"

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    " Yes my son, now what would you do about your sister's situation? , Answer the damn question"

    I would study the case, and refer her to right medical institution

    And pay more attention in the society for early diagnosis, management of similar or entirely different cases with their prevention

    " Son, Is that all you learnt from the outsider, after all the given information?"

    Mama, the outsider built special schools for people struggling with mental disorders for special intervention

    They built homes for them, and say " Look beautiful come over here it's more safer in this accommodation"

    Protecting them from the society that always attack them due to it's ignorance of clear picture of their condition

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    " Ok now tell me what about your other brother who couldn't talk fluently like you, didn't you get inpatient waiting, thinking he was taking centuries, for him to express himself and his situation?"

    " Wanting him to think, act and speak like he has no limitation"

    " Tell me what the outsider said about his condition"

    Oh the outsider said " Your brother has what we call 'Apaxia' for decades" , everything has level, stop calling anything you don't understand 'evil spirit'. Mama, you see Apaxia and Autism I never heard about them where I grew up. What a tribulation

    The outsider further said : "Look, these beautiful humans, one has Autism, one has Apaxia, this is how to better their condition to avoid any further complication"

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    " Glad to hear that, but what about woman, her freedom and liberty in this society ?"

    " So many troubles she carries on her shoulders, what a tragedy"

    " For years she has been married, but no sons, and daughters of her own, she is not lucky"

    " The society put the blame on her saying she is infitile, that the husband should marry more women more fertile, that she shouldn't be shown any mercy"

    But the outsider found out that the problem of infertility is not only arising from the woman, man's sperm count in many of the cases is the one faulty

    Mama, I couldn't imagine the sadness and weight on your shoulder, hold on little more we are working to fix the predicament even though slowly. It's so bulky

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    " My beloved Amin, my faith is being restored, I am proud of you, now I can rest in peace knowing freedom, justice, liberty, mercy and equality would be served in this society"

  • baby_blueberry 39w

    Attentions Sour Center

    You see me and expect someone just like you
    You want perfect in all forms
    But don’t brag, be humble
    You see me and expect the next Annie Lennox
    Be smart, be talented, don’t fail
    But remember your place, you’re still a child


    You watch me each day and analyze me actions
    Quiet moments, excited actions, anxious breathing
    You think I’m just acting out
    You remind me of my age. You point out my mistakes
    “You’re in highschool.” “You always give a monologue of an excuse”
    You think I’m doing it on purpose.

    I am

    You admit to your actions. Your hateful words
    You know what you say cuts with harsh lemon
    But you will never stop
    I cry to your voice, to the sour drip
    As the stars watch me cradle myself to sleep
    Singing sweet melodies with my cries

    I am not

    You control my life with each twist and turn
    I step one toe to the left, you pull me three feet to the right
    Like Master and Slave
    My future is yours, as were my past and present.
    You live life through me, succeeding where you failed
    I’d tell you I was okay with it but…

    I am fine.


  • cydrah 41w

    The Good Book Club

    Enteries from ioK, Palestine, Syria and from the parents of Autistic/Down syndrome kids will be added without any charge.
    It's Free
    Bcoz we care ❤
    We want to let your voice reach the whole world


  • tangerinehippiestudios 61w

    I Miss You

    I miss you
    I miss myself
    So blue
    Living on a shelf

  • tangerinehippiestudios 61w

    Tangerine Snow

    Why so empty when you are so full
    Life so exciting still feel so dull
    Want to be alone but feel so lonely
    Can’t live on energy only
    Work so hard forget to rest
    Give everyone else your very best
    Scared to let them see you idle
    Help us best when it comes like a tidal
    Wave of creatures eager to aide
    Baking a pie just to admire the blade
    So when a stranger offers an apple so red
    No wonder you take the poison when you wish yourself dead

  • tangerinehippiestudios 63w


    In the mirror I looked and studied myself
    I hit the web and did a search to explore
    Everything that I had put on a shelf
    A mess to the world something to deplore

    So a plan I have started to create
    Of how to show my messed up brain
    From inspiration I duplicate
    The path on which sets my train

    Disney is all my inner child knows
    So I have made this song for you
    Inspired by my favorite movies and shows
    To present my aura slow and true


  • raindropsoncacti 82w

    The "Slow Kid"

    I used to sit watching my little boy,
    Trying to make sense of his "differences", his quirky ways.
    It's hard to know who to believe, what to do,
    or what advice to follow these days.

    I've probably read every "foolproof guide" published,
    and turned to every self-appointed expert and sage.
    I've positively exhausted myself trying to "fix things",
    As is expected to be done in this day and age.

    I've advocated, I've fought, I've served as his constant..
    I've always resounded his voice.
    Nothing changes though; seems systemic issues are too great.
    You don't always have a choice.

    I'm not venting, or seeking pity, though.
    I'm done trying to "win" through complaints.
    I'm reflecting gladly instead what a rough path has taught me:
    How to free my son from all these restraints.

    For when you're wrapped up in a battle against such powers
    You get caught up in the whirlwind pace that comes along.
    You don't get to truly "see" your child's soul,
    Or hear their heart's true song.

    I've still got "experts" hounding me.
    Ironically, they now stress that I should be MORE concerned.
    I deflect it, as each day I do I see more evidence
    Of the values I've taught, and skills he's learned.

    I'm choosing to not "watch" but "see" my child, now.
    I'm encouraging him how to be simple, and kind.
    That you don't need to hit all the formative marks.
    That he's safe to pursue what he loves;
    to do whatever gives him peace of mind.

    The adversities I've tried help him overcome,
    The "righting of wrongs" in vain I've tried to force.
    Being a "Fast Parent" is more the problem these days
    Than letting the kid they called "Slow" be freed from it all to instead carve his own course.

    I'll take altruism over athletics in a heartbeat.
    I'll take manners over grades any day.
    I'll be proud when he stands not just a man, but a Gentleman,
    Living life to the fullest, in his wonderfully unique own way...


  • jynxielynn85 85w

    Autism to me
    Is little smiles
    And sweet baby giggles.
    Answering questions endlessly.
    Stack the kitchen cans and
    Play the song again please mommy.
    Humming and finger stimming,
    Silent "I love you's"
    Minecraft, Roblox and more.
    Days of meltdowns, IEPs.
    People who feel it's a disease
    Spreading ignorance across the world.
    It's more good days, than bad.
    Because to me, autism is two
    Little boys, I couldn't love more.

    BleedingInk Poetry
    ©JynxieLynn85 Imagery ©Unknown

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  • farofftidbits 91w

    Recently, the eugenics debate has started up again, and I can't help how pained I am. I'm autistic - when will people stop arguing that people like me don't deserve to live?

    #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #autism #vent #thoughts

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    sharp beaks pick at rotten flesh
    clinging too long to brittle bone
    they flee at a rock
    thrown forceful enough
    to crush ribs to powder
    black feathers wheel and throats screech
    furious and terrified at the interruption.
    the boy kicks at the last standing shard
    grinding it to dust beneath his boot
    he sneers at the twisted spine
    the malformed head
    this one died to perfect his design
    to erase the flaws he could have had
    the crows circle above
    begging for their meal
    one's path is jagged and halting
    dipping lower and lower in the air
    its wing pained from the rock.
    he can't decide
    as he watches them
    whether he
    or the birds
    were more worthy of the sacrifice

  • aleasha 92w

    Killer Vaccines

    I trusted the wrong person.
    I let fear drive my faith.
    I watched the poison be injected.
    I watched my son slowly melt away.

    The light in his eyes is gone.
    All he does is scream.
    They like to call it autism.
    I call it a bad dream.

    If I could do it over.
    If I could take back that shot.
    My little boy would be while again.
    My son would not be lost.

  • mighty_are_the_fallen 98w


    The color yellow.
    The color blue.

    I flex my fingers,
    I flex my toes.

    I straighten my arms,
    I straighten my legs.

    I rock forward,
    I rock back.

    I roll my shoulders up,
    I roll my shoulders down.

    Faster and a little jazzy.

    I shake out my fingers and toes.
    I shake out my arms and leggs.
    I shake my shoulders up and all the way down.

    I smack my palms against the floor,
    I humm my colors to the air.

    I tilt my head and listen to the stars,
    I blink, blink, blink, so I can see.

    My body feels happier,
    With a little motion.

    My arms are waves,
    My legs snakes,
    My fingers vines,
    My toes frogs.

    I shake my head,
    Like I'm plagued with a bad thought,
    Kick starting all the happy feelings.

    The color pink.
    The color purple.

  • mighty_are_the_fallen 98w


    Loud sounds wisper quite pain,
    My ears buzz so distinctly,
    My throat tickles from the vibrations.

    I get so mad.
    I can't explain it,
    It's like the sound has reached within me,
    Plucked a wire,
    And fucked my nerves.

    Little sounds are the worst.
    Are they real?
    Are they fake?
    I never seem to know.

    To much noise,
    But when it's quiet I feel so alone.

  • karamoonstone 99w

    - Bonnie Raitt
    #Autism #bipolar

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    My Missing Piece of Mind


  • jynxielynn85 103w

    In a dream,
    My son and I sat on the swings,
    The ones he loves so much.
    He laughed with glee and
    Said to me "Mom, this is so fun!"
    I knew then..
    It was just another dream.
    You see
    My son has never spoken
    A word to me ...
    Inside these dreams,
    He talks and talks
    Never misses a beat.
    I guess, he has a lot to say.
    I sit in silence entranced by
    every.. single.. word.
    Until my alarm clock jars me awake.
    Stealing away the swings,
    and the precious sound
    Of my son speaking to me.
    I know what you're thinking,
    It's the same every time.
    "He's fifteen what do you mean
    He can't speak?"
    Milestones came...
    And went...
    He stayed silent in a verbal world.
    We haven't heard those first words..

    The Turbulent Mind Of Jynxie Lynn

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  • horrible_poet0514 111w

    Read This

    I'm sick.
    An Autistic mess.
    I've had it for years.
    Apparently it's gone...
    But it feels like it's still there.
    It won't latch off.
    The feeling and the disease won't go away.
    It's like a virus.
    Everything seems to have a connection.
    People's excuses...
    The way I live...
    Walk...and even talk.
    My decisions.
    I've learned how to cope with it.
    The burning rock is just fuel for me.
    I don't burn. I ignite.
    I don't need to be symbolized by a puzzle piece to be who I am.
    Share this... People shouldn't be disrespected for something they can't help.
    A bird doesn't know what to do when he is caged.

  • jynxielynn85 115w

    "Wow! how do you do it?" Could he outgrow it?
    Smiling mouths, uttering nonsense words, syllables, nothing more.
    What else could you say?
    They spew out, your good intentions, they leave a bitter taste.
    Autism is not a dirty word or life's curse.
    It's blue eyes, and cuddle bugs.
    It's flapping and laughing.
    Occasionally he's even napping.
    It's long nights and pillow fights.
    Never said a word, so you can't see his worth.
    I've drawn swords with education boards,
    held his flaying arms when his world was coming apart.
    Busted my lips, and cried my eyes out.
    It's well-meant hearts, speaking careless words.
    No God's not punishing me.
    Autism is my beautiful sons,
    who shine brighter than a supernova sun.
    Look at their smiles, dimples that match mine.
    I carried them, bore them within my soul.
    I am their mother, not a heartless beast.
    Who would abandon their own sons?

    #poem #poetry #poet #autism #autismmom #readwriteunite #mirakee #mirakeeworld #writerstolli #thepoetrycommunity #writersnetwork @writersnetwork @writerstolli @readwriteunite @thepoetrycommunity

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  • phatswordswithpurpose 119w

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    Many nights I find it hard to sleep. As a kid, I use to read books, watch or write stuff on my tablet or phone until I can fall asleep. Or I gazed outside my window looking at the sky, buildings, or whatever could catch my attention. Most of the time distractions only last a few hours then I'm sad again looking for something else to distract me. I'm either hurting my neck laying in a weird way trying to read, hide, or stare out the window. Sometimes I get caught by my parents who didn't understand that I was one thought away from suicide and just wanted to avoid my brain. They'll turn the light off or tell me to go to sleep like it was something easily done.  The ...