We asked two adults with autism how it can feel to have autism and relate to the rest of the world. Matt Lynch and an anonymous writer share those views and a poem.
By Matt Lynch
The Mask I Wear
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A Poem By Anonymous
I am the one who isn’t enough
And
I am the one who is ‘too much’
The one chastised for things I didn’t mean
So much so that I have no self esteem
Apologise, take ownership of things that aren’t mine
Maybe because it’s easier than being wrong all the time
I stand a better chance of being liked
When my mask is on and I smile
But what about what others don’t see?
The tears and the turmoil, fear of being me
I cannot and will not prove everyone right
So
I swallow my words ands and sit tight
I sit on my hands so no one can see
That I pick my hands until they bleed
Pulling and pulling the strands of my hair
Surely that would make people stare?
That’s not acceptable in today’s digital age
Not the way a mother of kids should behave
So I put my mask on, push down the tears
Hope no one notices my long list of fears
No one can see; my cough is a disguise
Bile rising and the stinging in my eyes
When someone looks with a questioning frown
I just say “I’m tired” with a smile and it works for now
It covers the terror, the panic and the fear
Of the things I don’t make sense of and don’t want to hear
I don’t understand what their expressions mean
So I’ve learned to smile and look keen
Replay it all in my head while I am alone
All the bits I got wrong, I hope it didn’t show
It’s too much sometimes and I want to hide
I need to be better and work on my disguise
Because now my transformation is almost complete
Shy anxious girl to woman of the world
There are two me’s
The one that you see
And the other for those
Unlucky to get close
Maybe one day I’ll fully be able
To transform and in private be stable
Tomorrow will be better I tell myself each night
Tomorrow I will learn how to get it all right
To calm those butterflies
To stop those slipped beats
Until next time, until I am free
Free to be brave enough to be me