I wrote all my poems for NaPoWriMo on time, I swear! But they're all stuck in an Open Office document and I'm not sure which one is for which day. So... let's just call these 22-24?
On My Team
Your child is still your child.
Whatever you're feeling is valid.
It's a sad day, we know.
Autism: 0, You: 1
Have you read a word I've ever written?
There is no zero-sum game.
My autism and I have the same score.
What is that score?
I'm not sure,
I'm still playing.
The game has only just begun.
It's playing on my team.
I stand in front of you.
I tell you exactly who I am.
I am a college student,
And I am Autistic.
And yet, and yet, and yet you assume,
I must be a parent,
I must be writing about my child,
An anniversary of diagnosis must be for my child.
No, it's for me.
An anniversary of diagnosis must bring back sadness.
No, it is a victory for understanding and hope.
An anniversary of diagnosis is a difficult day.
No, I want a cake. (Or ice cream. Ice cream is good.)
An anniversary of diagnosis is a day to reflect.
That much, at least, is true.
But what to reflect on, what to think?
Autism: 0, You: 1?
This is not zero-sum
We're not separate.
Remembering that my child (what child? I have no child yet) is still my child?
How could I forget that?
How could a different neurology cause anyone to forget that?