My poem is about what it’s like to have Aspergers, and in particular, high-functioning Aspergers. This is an autistic spectrum disorder involving a lack of social skills and an entirely different way of processing almost everything in life. High-functioning means that other people do not notice (unless they’re extremely close to you and have been for years).
I would encourage the reader to remember that this just resembles my experience with autism and that there are many different people with the same disorder as myself who’ll experience it differently.
This poem really means a lot to me because it describes not all, but many parts of the disorder that make life both confusing and difficult for me. Neurotypicals (those without an ASD) may be able to relate to some of this poem too as I describe anxiety, dissociation and depression within it also. Enjoy!