Friday, February 1, 2013

Let The Grown-ups Talk

I am never the one you ask.
When I answer, you ignore.
"Let the grown-ups talk, honey."
Rarely in so many words, but I see it.
In the eyes that won't meet mine, I see it.
(It's so much easier to look at eyes that aren't looking back at mine!)
In the words you say over mine, I hear it.
Autism means forever-child to you.
And you're wrong.
I am a grown-up.
Just like you, I turned 18.
Just like you, I tasted freedom.
Just like you, I decided my own path.
Just like you, I am an adult.
"Let the grown-ups talk, honey."
What did you think I was doing?

1 comment:

  1. i have autism an ld an i still have people treat me like a child sometimes wanna slap them sometimes so insulting .to be spoken to like your mind is on vaction or something .just becuse i have a disabilty dosnt mean im dumb

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